Chapter 9
Fischer
Iwas happily sandwiched between Saige and Sloane in the third row of the SUV as Cam drove us through town, the heater chasing away the October chill.
When we pulled up to Wok n’ Roll, Faris jumped out with supernatural speed to grab our order. He'd called it in hours ago, which should have been Saige's first clue that tonight wasn't just about dinner.
"Wait," Saige said, frowning adorably as Faris loaded several paper bags into the trunk. "I thought we were going inside to eat?"
"Don't worry about it," Sloane grumbled, but I could sense the anticipation rolling off him despite his scowl.
I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Trust us, sweetheart. We have plans."
Faris handed out containers once he was back behind the wheel. "Start eating! Can't have our girl getting hangry before the real fun begins."
"The real fun?" Saige echoed suspiciously, though she accepted her General Tso's chicken.
I caught the mischievous smirk on Cam's face in the rearview mirror. Everyone was on edge. Fifteen minutes. That's all we needed to kill before reaching Magic Stixxx.
Time for a little entertainment.
I deliberately brushed my leg against Sloane's, feeling his immediate tension. He shot me a warning glance that only encouraged me.
I gave Sloane my most innocent smile while letting my hand "accidentally" brush against his thigh as I reached for my chopsticks. His jaw ticked, ice-blue eyes narrowing with that familiar warning that made my pulse quicken.
"Fischer," he growled low, the sound vibrating through my chest in the most delicious way.
"What?" I asked sweetly, taking a bite of my orange chicken. "Just trying to get comfortable."
Sloane ignored me, opening his egg roll.
I leaned over, grabbed his wrist, and pulled his hand to my mouth, taking a savage bite before he could.
His other hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in warning, and I had to bite back a pleased sound. There it was—that spark of dominance I'd been looking for.
"You're being a brat," he muttered, but didn't let go of my wrist.
"Am I?" I batted my eyelashes. "I'm just sitting here eating my dinner like a good boy."
Saige snickered beside me. She loved it when I pushed Sloane's buttons like this.
"You're not, though," Sloane barked, annoyed. He released my wrist and pulled it off of his. "You're eating my fuckin' dinner."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said primly, then deliberately pushed my chopsticks hard off my lap, sending them flying to the ground so I'd have to lean across Sloane to retrieve them. My chest pressed against his thigh as I reached down, and his sharp intake of breath was music to my ears.
When I sat back up, chopsticks in hand, Sloane's eyes were practically glowing with restrained heat.
"There," I said cheerfully. "Got them."
"That's it." His voice dropped to that gravelly tone that made my knees weak.
He leaned in close to my ear so that Saige wouldn't hear him.
"Eat up, pet. But make sure you’re not too full.
" I turned my head, and the warning in his words reflected in the intensity of his gaze.
"Because I’m going to feed you my cock later. "
I shivered, the promise in his words sending electricity through my veins. He casually sat back in his seat and went back to eating while I sat there with a rock-hard cock and a container of orange chicken.
Fuck. Me.
The rest of the drive passed in a haze of sexual tension so thick I could practically taste it. Every bump in the road pressed me harder against Sloane's solid frame, and the bastard knew exactly what he was doing when he shifted just enough to keep our thighs touching.
Saige kept shooting us knowing looks while trying to eat her chicken, clearly picking up on the charged atmosphere.
"You two are ridiculous," she whispered, but her cheeks were flushed pink.
"You love it," I whispered back with a wink.
When Magic Stixxx finally came into view, I nearly choked on my orange chicken.
"Holy shit," I breathed, and I wasn't the only one gaping.
The entire building looked like Halloween had exploded all over it and then decided to throw up some more for good measure.
Massive inflatable decorations covered every available surface — a thirty-foot-tall skeleton wearing a top hat towered over the entrance, while giant spiders the size of compact cars clung to the walls with glowing red eyes that pulsed in synchronized patterns.
"Is that a fucking dragon breathing actual fire?" Sloane asked incredulously, pointing to what appeared to be a mechanical beast perched on the roof, orange flames shooting from its mouth every few seconds.
"Oh my god," Saige whispered, her face pressed to the window. "This is incredible."
The parking lot had been transformed into a graveyard, complete with fog machines pumping out thick, swirling mist that glowed an eerie green. Fake tombstones dotted the asphalt, and I swear I saw one of the skeleton hands actually moving as we drove past.
String lights in every conceivable Halloween color – orange, purple, green, blood red – outlined every window, door, and architectural feature. They didn't just twinkle; they pulsed and chased each other in dizzying patterns that made my senses tingle with residual magical energy.
"Someone definitely used magic for this setup," I murmured, feeling the supernatural signatures layered throughout the decorations.
A massive haunted mansion facade had been constructed around the main entrance, complete with creaky shutters that opened and closed on their own, revealing glowing eyes in the windows. Fake ravens perched on every available surface, their mechanical caws echoing through the night air.
"Look at the sign," Faris said gleefully from the front seat.
The usual Magic Stixxx neon sign had been completely transformed. Instead of their normal logo, it now read "Trixxx or Tease" in dripping, blood-red letters that actually seemed to be moving, the 'blood' continuously trickling down before magically reappearing at the top.
"This is so extra," Cam chuckled, but his voice held obvious appreciation for the theatrical display.
Even the trees in the parking lot had been wrapped in what looked like giant spider webs, with enormous black widow spiders dangling from the branches. As we got closer, I realized the spiders were slowly moving, rotating and bobbing in the breeze.
"I think I'm in love," Saige breathed, her eyes absolutely sparkling with delight.
The car slowed as we pulled into Magic Stixxx, and I nearly groaned with relief. Saige clapped. "I love this place." She looked around and frowned. "There are no other cars. Are they even open?"
"Alright, everyone out," Cam announced, ignoring her question. "Time for the real show."
Faris practically bounced out of the SUV, "This is going to be amazing!"
My sweet witch looked between all of us with growing suspicion before landing on my crazy ass brother. "What exactly did you plan, Faris?"
"Nothing normal," I assured her, answering for him as I climbed out and offered my hand to help her step out of the car. The October air bit at my exposed forearms, but it felt refreshing, especially after sitting in that traveling time bomb of sexual energy.
Sloane emerged last, and he caught my eye over the roof of the SUV, that predatory gleam still burning in his ice-blue gaze.
You're in trouble, his expression promised.
I smirked. I better be.
"Come on, baby girl," Cam called to Saige. "Time to see what your mates have been plotting."
As we walked toward the entrance, Sloane fell into step beside me. His hand brushed mine—barely a touch, but enough to send sparks shooting up my arm.
"Still feeling bratty?" he murmured under his breath.
I tilted my chin up defiantly, even as my pulse hammered. "Maybe."
His low chuckle was pure sin. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that."
The automatic doors slid open, revealing the dimly lit interior of Magic Stixxx. Whatever my creative twin had planned, I knew this Halloween was about to get infinitely more interesting.