The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth 42



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Chapter 42: Tempted



The Slytherin Dungeons:



“Honestly,” said Marcus, as another gaggle of Gryffindor witches drifted away, in an aside to Terrence Higgs. “I should just wear a sign saying where my witch is. It would save time.”



The Slytherins were standing in a corner watching all the girls come down the steps with avid expressions. It seemed every girl at Hogwarts had charmed the bottom half of their skirts off. It made for great viewing.



“I can see the leg shackle is off for the night, Marcus,” said Alec with an amused look in his fine grey eyes as he saw Marcus’s eyes were glued to the myriad of female legs walking by him.



“Hmmmmmmmmmm,” said Marcus absently with a twinkle in his eyes. “Legs?”



“Shackles,” said Alec with a wry grin.



“I was going to let you borrow it for awhile,” drawled Marcus. “By the way, where is that gorgeous witch you are going to marry? I would like to see her walk down those steps preferably in that black scrap of cloth that just walked by.”



“I would too, with the boots,” said Ter as he held a hand over his heart. “Be still my heart.”



Alec scowled at Terry.



“Well mate,” said Adrian with a smirk. “Hate to break it to you, you lucky arse, but I would shag her in heartbeat. Have you seen her legs?”



Alec scowled at Adrian.



“Are you jealous, Alec?” asked Marcus with a snicker.



“Marcus,” said Alec dryly. “You forget that some people are not as fortunate as you. You are marrying for love. Your Katie would never even give these two wankers a serious look. I am not sure about my fiancée.”



“Those two wankers know that I would kill them if they even looked in her general direction,” said Marcus with a rather serious grin.



“Please,” snorted Terry. “Do I look that daft? And Ade, here, is not just a pretty face.”



“Cheers mate,” said Adrian with a rueful shrug.



“Svetlana is shopping in London,” said Alec with a faraway look. His mind drifted to thoughts of Mariah at St. Mungo’s.



“Hmmmm,” said Marcus as he took a swig of his drink. “Lingerie.”



“No one was talking of lingerie, Marcus,” said Adrian with a quizzical look.



“I said that aloud?” said Marcus with a lazy smile. The Slytherins began to snicker.



“On that cheerful note,” said Terry with a grin. “”I am off. Tarquin, Derrick and I have a bet tonight to see who can snog the most girls. Tarquin, that bastard, isn’t even waiting for the lights to go down.”



“I thought he was just saying ‘good-bye’ to Ravenclaw House,” said Marcus with a snicker. The boys turned to watch Tarquin kiss a brunette Ravenclaw girl rather enthusiastically.



“Why wasn’t I invited to participate?” asked Adrian with a pout.



“Your girlfriend is sitting over there,” pointed out Terry with an incredulous look. He walked away and threw Adrian a mocking look over his shoulder.



“I know,” said Adrian with a slight frown. He gave Daria a wave when she looked at him. “But it would have been nice to been asked.”



“Keep me company,” said Marcus. “I plan on drinking the night away.”



“Just as long as you tell me who you were thinking of when you said lingerie, Marcus,” said Adrian with a bright look of interest. “Was it that blonde Hufflepuff that just passed? She would never give me the time of day but I know for a fact, she would give you pretty much anything you asked for.”



“No,” said Marcus. He turned to scrutinize the blonde girl they were talking about. “Oh, I had her last year.”



“Who didn’t you have last year?” asked Adrian with a scowl.



“Katie,” said Marcus breezily. He gave a wolfish grin. “But I have her now. I was thinking of her, Ade.”



Alec turned to regard Marcus a bit seriously and asked, “Is it true about you and MacDuff last year?”



“Medea and I,” said Marcus with a raised eyebrow. “Yes. But then again who didn’t? Or are you referring to Mariah and me?” Marcus gave Alec a bland look. His blue eyes glittered as he saw Alec bring himself under control with difficulty.



“Or are you talking about Mariah and me,” asked Adrian lowly. He was looking at Alec with interest.



Alec’s face darkened.



“Admit it,” said Marcus softly. “You fancy Mariah like hell. You should tell her or better yet, marry her.”



“She’s been to bed with the both of-,” said Alec tightly. Adrian cut him off in mid rant.



“Alec,” said Adrian with an amused tone. “You and I have been to bed together, as well.”



“Why would it bother you?” asked Marcus sweetly. “To tell the truth, if Katie and I hadn’t worked out, I would have-“



“No!” said Alec forcefully. He glared at Marcus.



“You fancy her like hell,” said Marcus in an amused tone.



Alec sputtered.



“Please,” said Marcus in a mocking tone. “It wouldn’t bother you so much that I have been to bed with her, and some others I could name in this room, if you didn’t. Hell, in the list of my favorite girlfriends, she comes right after Katie and Persephone.”



“Stop it,” said Alec tightly. “I thought you were my friend.”



“I am,” said Marcus as a serious look went past his face. “And I am Mariah’s friend. No one can say the words for you, mate. Marrying for love isn’t a failure or a sacrifice. Why don’t you set yourself and Svetlana free?”



“I cannot,” said Alec as he slammed the rest of his drink down.



“Then one day you are going to watch her walk down the aisle with a prat like Roger Davies. Did you hear he’s sent her roses in the hospital?” taunted Marcus.



“What?” said Alec as his face clouded.



“Davies says he’s going to visit her in the summer,” said Adrian.



“Maybe he would be the best for her,” said Alec quietly.



“Fuck that,” said Marcus with a sneer. “Are you a Slytherin or not? If you are going to do it, you have to do it soon. I am sure the cleverest Slytherin in the room can get around his parents somehow.”



Alec looked Marcus in the eye and he was sorely tempted. If any one could find a way, he could. He looked away as he finally admitted to himself that he was in love with Mariah MacDuff. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Gods, he vowed to himself he wasn’t going to let emotion cloud such an important decision as his marriage. But to his surprise, he had found himself mired in a morass of emotions.



On one hand, he could build a satisfactory marriage with Svetlana. He found her attractive and malleable plus the added bonus that she had not been to bed with his mates, at least not yet. She would make a lovely hostess and her galleons would come in handy for the future he envisioned for himself.



On the other hand, Mariah was all wrong for him and his plans for the future. She was flirty and too sexy to be a politician’s wife. She was too beautiful in a flamboyant way. He knew that she had been to bed with at least five men in this room alone including most of his good friends. She never remembered anyone’s name and was hopelessly un-intellectual. Her suicide attempt had been hushed up but she needed to deal with her depression. The worst thing was that he did not care. He couldn’t give a toss. He loved the mixed up, crazy bint.



“You lads are a terrible influence,” said Alec dryly as he squared his shoulders. He had made his decision. It was the only one he could make. He felt almost sick but relieved at the same time. Alec felt like a burden he had not known he had been carrying was suddenly lifting off his back. He straightened up and took a deep breath.



Adrian and Marcus shared a look of complicity and both gave the same satisfied grin.



“So,” said Alec in a loud carrying voice as he deftly turned the subject as both Adrian and Marcus took swigs of their drinks. “What is Hooch like in bed, Adrian?”



Adrian spit his drink out as everyone in earshot turned to give Adrian looks ranging from absolute horror to admiring grins.



“I hate you, Alec,” said Adrian as he coughed.



“I heard she fucks like an absolute nymphomaniac,” said Marcus as he sipped his drink and heard Adrian choke again.



“Not that it’s a bad thing,” drawled Tarquin as he sidled up to the boys. “Marcus, where is Katie?”



“You aren’t allowed to kiss her, Tarquin,” said Marcus repressively. “Anyway, she is not here.”



Tarquin pouted.



“Please,” snorted Adrian. ‘If I am not allowed to kiss her, you certainly aren’t. I get first crack at her should Marcus ever relent. I thought we discussed this.”



Marcus’s face darkened.



“Only in very general what-if terms Marcus,” assured Tarquin with a nervous grin as he caught the dark cloud that came over Marcus’s face. “You know, fantasy.”



“You fantasize about my Katie?” said Marcus with another ferocious frown.



“No,” said Alec quickly.



“Never,” said Adrian scandalized.



“Sometimes,” said Tarquin absently. He jumped when Adrian elbowed him.



“Just kidding,” said Tarquin brightly. He looked over towards some Gryffindor girls and said,” Oh look, there is one of the Weasley’s girlfriends; I think I’ll go kiss her.”



Adrian turned and his gaze collided with Angelina’s cool brown eyes. He gave her a surveying look that took in the brown knee high boots and tight red shirt. They regarded each other seriously as Adrian recalled what a sweet mouth she had.



“Good luck on that Tarquin,” said Adrian dryly as he repressed his body’s reaction. “She’s a wildcat.”



“I love cats,” said Tarquin slyly as he walked towards the girls.



“He is such a tart,” said Terry breathlessly as he squeezed in beside Marcus. The room was getting crowded and noisy,



“Poor Ter,” mocked Marcus. “Is he winning?”



“Yes,” pouted Terry.



Hours Later:



Marcus looked at his drink with a sigh. He had had nearly a bottle of the best whiskey Scotland had to offer and he still was not drunk. In the past hour, he fended off three aggressive Ravenclaws, two giggly Hufflepuffs and a daft Gryffindor.



Marcus looked over the crowd of dancing bodies and smiled. He wished he had a camera so he could show Katie the brewing scandals in the offing. She would have found it amusing.



Speaking of, Marcus watched with glittering eyes as Adrian stalked Angelina Johnson. He had pushed off twenty minutes before mumbling some nonsense about drinks. Then he had proceeded to dog Angie’s movements. Then again, if he was single and Katie didn’t exist, he would have been trying to bed Johnson tonight, too. Marcus snickered as he turned away and looked for his other drinking partner. Alec was around the dungeon somewhere. Thank Merlin; the git finally admitted that he was head over ears in love with Mariah.



Adrian watched Angelina wind through the party with glittering eyes. It took everything in him not to stare at her. The tight brown skirt and red shirt had been enticing him all night. Daria had said she was going to help a friend with the drinks and Adrian had seized the opportunity. He wanted to talk to Angelina.



Over in a corner of the Slytherin dungeon, two people were having an overdue conversation.



Derrick looked at Alicia coolly.



“What is it?’ asked Alicia tremulously. She had tracked Angus Derrick down and had finally got him alone. He had sent back the note she had sent him the other week. Alicia knew he was still angry with her.



“You picked Terry over me and you are asking why?” said Derrick angrily. “What happened? You finally realized that Terry is in love with Adrian?”



“Yes,” whispered Alicia.



“I am second best then,” said Derrick with a raised eyebrow.



“No,” protested Alicia. “I thought what you and I had….”



“We had nothing,” said Derrick with a frown. “So we fucked a few times. Sex does not make a relationship.”



“Fine then,” said Alicia as her pride flared to life. So be it. If Derrick was determined to still be angry, then she was going to let him be. Alicia turned to walk away then she stopped and whirled around to face him again.



“You are the one who pursued me even when you knew that I was dating Terry,” hissed Alicia. “There is no need to get all huffy when I wasn’t ready for a relationship with you. I still loved Terry!”



“So,” said Derrick sarcastically. “”What’s different? If Ter comes sniffing around again, you’ll just go back to him. You can’t resist him. You said so yourself.”



“I am over Terry,” said Alicia through gritted teeth. “It just that it didn’t happen overnight. That’s what irks you, isn’t it? That I chose him over you in the first place. I wasn’t ready.”



“So what are you saying?” said Derrick suspiciously. “That you are ready to have a relationship with me? What if I am not ready now?”



“You are an impossibly perverse Slytherin,” said Alicia angrily. “Maybe I want to fuck your best mate instead.”



“Really Spinnet?” said Tarquin in a light drawl. He had come behind the arguing pair unobserved. “I usually don’t go for Gryffindors but I can always make an exception. Rules are meant to be broken.”



“Bugger off Tarquin,” said Derrick impatiently.



“Oh Angus,” said Tarquin merrily. “If you don’t want her…..”



“Come here Bole,” said Alicia as her control finally snapped. She grabbed Tarquin and pulled him into a steamy kiss. Alicia gasped as Tarquin’s tongue surged into her mouth and he kissed her harder. Her eyes drifted closed as she thought hazily to herself that Bole certainly was a wonderful kisser.



“Tarquin,” hissed Derrick as he dragged his best mate off of Alicia.



“My,” said Tarquin as he lazily licked his lips. “I can see what Ter, Adrian and Angus see in you now, Miss Spinnet.”



“Why thank you,” said Alicia sarcastically. She licked her lips, as well. She wondered if it would be disloyal of her to point out that she know knew what the Ravenclaw girls were going on about now, too.



“Go away, Tarquin,” bit out Derrick as he gave him a look that seemed to jolt Tarquin.



“I’m going,” said Tarquin mildly. He gave Alicia a teasing look as he left.



“You can follow him if you want to,” said Angus heatedly.



“Bloody hell,” said Alicia with exasperation. “Are all Slytherins this perverse? What would you do if I did?”



“Nothing,” bit out Derrick. His brown eyes were flashing.



“Good,” said Alicia through her teeth.



“Besides,” said Derrick. “I don’t want to ruin your average. The only members of the team you haven’t fucked are Tarquin and Draco.”



“Are you so sure?” said Alicia with a snarl. “Add Flint to that list, you arse.”



Angus Derrick only gave her a sardonic look. Alicia’s face flushed and she bit her lip.



“How did you know?” said Alicia in a shaky voice. “No one knows. Not Angie and certainly not Katie. Was there a note in the Slytherin change room? He swore he would never tell.”



“He didn’t have to,” said Derrick in a low whisper. “He had a favorite spot in the Astronomy Tower that term. My favorite spot was down one flight of stairs. I saw you one night.”



“It’s a secret,” whispered Alicia. “And it was a short fling. It was over two years ago!”



“So was Flint your first?” asked Angus. His eyes were unreadable.



“Let’s not have this conversation here,” hissed Alicia. “I would rather not have this conversation at all.”



“Come here then,” said Angus as he wrapped his hand around her wrist and led her off towards the corridors leading to the Slytherin dormitories, “Because you and I are going to have this conversation.”



Alicia gritted her teeth but allowed Derrick to lead her out of the crowded room. By not a single flicker of an eyelash or even a knowing look had Marcus Flint ever let on that two years ago, he and Alicia had a fling. It was their secret and a secret Alicia was determined to keep.



The Punchbowl:



“Are you certain that this punch isn’t laced with something Slytherin-like?” asked Roger Davies as he took a tentative sip.



“I’m hurt,” said Tarquin smoothly, “as if it would be Slytherin-like to pull the same stunt twice. Davies, I thought Ravenclaws were smart.”



Davies only rolled his eyes and winced as the strong brew went down his throat.



“Besides,” said Tarquin mildly. “The theme of the party is muggle dance club. The punch is called the three wise men.”



“What’s in it?” asked Terry suspiciously as he sniffed the contents of the punch. He remembered his bout with that muggle liquor tequila with a wince.



“Jack Daniels, Jim Beam and Johnny Walker mixed with fruit juice,” said Tarquin proudly. “It’s American.” He said that last word like it was something wickedly exotic, which for him, it was.



“American,” said Davies dubiously as he took another glass.



“Not that bad,” said Terry as he downed the glassful. “A bit strong but it doesn’t have the kick of firewhiskey.”



Tarquin gave a complacent smile and winked at a Ravenclaw witch standing close by.



An Hour Later:



Tarquin stood back with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a large grin on his face.



“You are such a trouble maker,” said Marcus as he came up behind Bole.



“I know,” said Tarquin merrily.



“That punch was wicked,” said Marcus with a grin as he sipped his firewhiskey.



“Did you have any?”



“Are you completely mental?” said Marcus with a snicker.



“Maybe,” said Tarquin as he took a large sip of his drink. He and a Gryffindor seventh year girl were currently staring at one another from across the crowded dungeon. Marcus took a look at her then gave Tarquin an askance gaze.



“You do know that girl is not your type,” said Marcus.



“I don’t have a type,” said Tarquin mildly as he continued to silently flirt with her.



“She’s muggle born,” said Marcus with a raised eyebrow. “Katie says that she intends to go to something called a university in the fall.”



“There is a first time for everything, mate,” said Tarquin as he smoothed his curly hair. “Don’t wait up for me.”



Marcus watched with amusement as Tarquin made his way across the dungeon.



“Tarquin is completely mad,” said Alec as he joined Marcus. “I bet she slaps him across the face.”



“I am not even touching that bet,” said Marcus.



Both Slytherins watched with complete fascination as Tarquin charmed the Gryffindor witch into first talking then dancing with him.



“What does he say?” asked Marcus with wonder. “Honestly, he must use love potions.”



“I have no idea,” said Alec as he shook his head. “Marcus, you will never guess who I saw kissing Adrian a few minutes ago.”



“Hmmm,” said Marcus with a smirk. “Let me guess, Angelina Johnson, mayhap?”



“How do you know?” asked Alec.



“I guessed,” said Marcus sardonically. “Is Daria around?”



“I don’t know,” replied Alec. Marcus and he exchanged a look.



Behind a Large Pillar



“Hmmm,” whispered Angie. “Stop it.”



“No,” said Adrian as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “I don’t want to. Besides, I thought we were going to try to be civil to one another from now on.”



“I don’t think that meant letting you put your tongue in my mouth again,” said Angie as she steadied herself against the pillar. “What was in that punch?”



“Shut up Johnson,” said Adrian as he pulled her up against his lean frame. “I want to say a proper good-bye.”



Angie only moaned as Adrian thrust his tongue into her mouth.



Derrick’s Room:



“How sorry, are you?” asked a husky voice.



Alicia shivered as she tried to move her hands. Her eyes were blindfolded and her hands were tied over her head to Derrick’s bedpost. Alicia gave a soft moan of distress as she wiggled around on her back



“I am very sorry,” said Ally. She squirmed and wondered to herself how she had gotten to this point. When she had walked through the door, Angus had pounced on her. She had been so distracted by his warm kisses and wandering hands to even notice where he was leading her. She had been grateful that he hadn’t wanted to talk about Flint. Before long, his clever hands had undone her clothes and he tossed her onto his bed.



Alicia blushed as she thought about how eager she had been and how oblivious. In a quick movement, he had tied her to the bedposts before she could even draw another breath. She had tried to get away but Derrick only gave a low chuckle as he easily subdued her. Alicia swallowed as her mind whispered ‘liar’. It was true, she hadn’t really struggled very hard and now she couldn’t see or move. She was at his mercy. And there was also no denying the heightened sexual awareness that ran through her veins heating her skin and making her heart pound with anticipation.



“You are at my mercy,” said Derrick with relish.



Alicia shivered as she caught the soft Irish lilt to his voice. His accent was usually barely noticeable but now that the rest of her senses were dulled, she could hear him clearly.



“Now,” said Angus as he stretched himself to lie lightly against Alicia’s nude body. “I want you to tell me why you slept with Marcus.”



“Why not?” said Alicia breathlessly as she remembered what it had been like to lose her virginity to Slytherin captain. She squeaked as Derrick lightly but intently nipped her earlobe with his teeth.



“He seduced me,” said Alicia as she licked her lips. “He lured me to that Tower.”



Angus only chuckled lightly as he squeezed her left breast and ran his rough fingertips over her aching nipples. He nipped at the crest of one red tipped mound with his fingers.



“Ohhh,” moaned Alicia in protest. His fingers were none too gentle. Then she gasped as a flash of heat went through her body. She squirmed because she couldn’t see him but she could feel him shift his fully clothed body down her torso. She gave a high cry when she felt his teeth lightly scrape over her distended nipples. Alicia moaned as a flash of pain mixed with a stab of pleasure rocketed through her body.



“Angus, please,” begged Alicia. “That’s too hard.” She wriggled as his teeth raked her sensitive nipples.



Derrick ignored her and kept on teasing her nipples until they were bright red and swollen with blood.



“I wanted to,” said Alicia loudly as the blood pounded in her ears. She knew he wanted to know why she had surrendered to Flint all those years ago. Derrick wanted the truth. ‘I wanted to know what it felt like and he was so…..dangerous and sexy. He tempted me to find out why my body had been feeling so strange and not my own.”



“Good girl,” said Derrick as he nuzzled in between her breasts gently. “Did he make you like it? Did you come?”



“Yes,” said Alicia with a low sob as she felt Angus slip a finger deep inside her soft pussy. She cried out when he slipped another thick finger inside her. “I loved it and he showed me what passion felt like.”



“You are so slippery wet right now,” said Angus roughly as he thrust his fingers in and out of her slick cleft. He hooked his fingers up and Alicia moaned in protest. “Are you thinking of him?”



“No,” said Alicia breathlessly as she strained against her bonds. “I am thinking of you.”



“I don’t believe you,” said Derrick as he slipped his fingers from her cleft and slid off of the bed.



“I was,” said Alicia as she tried to find his voice. He was still in the room.



“Prove it,” said Derrick from the end of the bed. He smiled to himself as he looked at the wanton picture she made lying in his bed.



“How?” asked Alicia.



“By telling me the truth,” said Derrick. “Did you like what I did to your beautiful breasts?”



“You were very rough,” said Alicia hesitantly as her face flamed. She could feel how wet and slippery she was.



“I didn’t ask you that,” said Derrick as he pointed his wand and removed the blindfold with a flick. “I asked you for the truth.”



“I didn’t like it,” protested Alicia. “I can still feel where your teeth have been.”



“Truth,” whispered Angus as he began to undo his shirt.



“I didn’t,” said Alicia in a small voice.



“After I take off my clothes,” said Angus smoothly as he removed his shirt. “I am going to give you a spanking. Now, TELL me the TRUTH. How hard the spanking is going to depend on you.”



“I liked it,” whispered Alicia softly.



“Louder,” said Angus as he undid his trousers and looked at her with a stern expression.



“I liked it,” panted Alicia as she watched him undress with avid eyes. She licked her lips and marveled at how incredibly turned on she was by the strict and stern Derrick.



Derrick leveled his wand and Alicia’s bonds disappeared. Alicia still lay there and watched Angus take off the rest of his clothes. She was audibly panting.



“Eager witch,” purred Derrick as he joined her on the bed. He draped his big body over hers and lightly ran a hand down her curvy figure. He looked into her brown eyes and smiled, “Turn around.”



Alicia turned on her stomach with a shiver of anticipation. She bit her lip as she felt Derrick’s admiring hand slid down her bare arse. She shrieked in utter surprise when Derrick’s hand came down in a stinging blow, then another and another, each harder than the last.



“Angus,” shrieked Alicia. “It hurts.”



Angus only redoubled his efforts. Alicia tried to squirm away but Angus had a suddenly tight grip on the back of her neck.



“Angus!” sobbed Alicia. Her backside was beginning to burn and she could feel his penis against her hip getting bigger and thicker.



“I want the truth, Alicia,” said Derrick as he bit his lip. Her arse was getting rosy red and his cock was getting harder and harder. “When was the last time you fucked Flint?” He aimed a particularly stinging blow to her bottom.



“The train,” sobbed Alicia as she squirmed. “The train to Hogwarts in September in the lavatory.”



“Was that so hard?” purred Derrick as he caressed the last place he spanked her. “Every time he crooked his finger, you came running for more?”



“Yes,” said Alicia. Her face was red as she told him her deepest secret.



“If he crooked his finger tonight, would you still go running for more?” asked Angus as he whipped his hand over her red arse.



“No,” said Alicia. “He loves Katie and so do I. We didn’t have a relationship, we just ….”



“Occasionally shagged?” said Derrick intently.



“Yes,” said Alicia tartly. “Like he did with Medea, Delilah, Mariah and half of Ravenclaw House.”



“And you did with Ter, Adrian and one of those Weasleys,” said Derrick silkily as he caressed her red backside thoughtfully.



“Oh please,” said Alicia tartly. “You are not a saint.”



“True,” mused Derrick as he rubbed a particularly livid handprint apologetically.



“You like this don’t you,” said Alicia as she looked into his slumberous eyes hesitantly. His erection was lying rampant against her thigh.



“Like what?” asked Derrick with a slight smirk.



“You like sex a bit on the rough side,” said Alicia as she bit her lip.



“So do you,” said Derrick as he ran his thumb over her lower lip.



“But,” stuttered Alicia. “I don’t….I am not sure if….”



“Don’t worry,” said Derrick as he kissed her mouth lightly. “I’ll show you. But I have one iron clad condition.”



“What?” asked Alicia as she licked her dry lips. She was scared and at the same time very turned on and excited by this side of Angus. The cut glass aristocratic accent was fading into a full on Irish lilt now. His eyes were flashing. Alicia had a feeling that she was meeting the real Angus Derrick right now.



“That from this moment on, you belong to me,” said Derrick possessively as his heart surged. He framed her face in his big hands. Gods, he wanted her more than ever now.



“Yes,” said Alicia with no hesitation.



Marcus’s Room:



Marcus made his way unsteadily towards the sofa in his thankfully empty room. He had just finished putting an utterly drunk Alec to bed. Marcus had to endure a long one sided chat about how wonderful Mariah was before he could finally tuck Alec into bed. He hazily sat against the cushions and wondered where his firewhiskey was. He needed another small dram before bed. A small noise made his head turn in surprise.



“Daria,” said Marcus as he spied the small dark haired witch in surprise.



“I am looking for a certain wizard,” sad Daria demurely.



Marcus gave a small smile as he tried to look like he hadn’t seen Adrian and Angelina trying to swallow one another earlier in the evening.



“Oh,” said Daria with a small laugh. “Not him. I was looking for you.” Daria undid the belt to her robe and slid it off her shoulders in a smooth gesture.



Marcus only stared as a very nude Daria made her way toward him with her hips swaying and her eyes focused on him.



Marcus’s entire body leapt in response when Daria slipped her arms around his neck and planted herself firmly on his lap. He reached out his hands to keep her from falling. He shivered as he felt her warm silky skin.



Daria pressed her breasts to Marcus’s chest and gave him a slow smile. She could feel him weakening.



“I would never tell Katie,” whispered Daria.



“You are quite drunk, Daria,” said Marcus as he tried to shift himself away from her. He could feel his body responding to her blatant invitation. “You will regret this in the morning.”



“I promise you won’t regret it,” said Daria throatily. She turned her head so she could see Adrian’s glittering topaz eyes in the candlelight over Marcus’s shoulder. He had come silently in the door.



“But,” said Marcus with regret, “I would. You are very beautiful, Daria and if this was last year, I would have made you regret your invitation.”



“That wouldn’t be possible, Marcus,” said Daria with glittering black eyes.



Marcus gave a low throaty laugh that made Daria shiver with longing.



“I would have fucked you so hard and for so long that you would have begged for mercy,” said Marcus lowly as he looked in her eyes.



“You still can,” said a breathless Daria.



“Yes, you can,” said Adrian quietly. He closed the door to the room as quietly as he had opened it moments before.



“What are you two up too?” asked Marcus with his eyes glittering.



“You are my reward for not kicking up a fuss when I found Adrian with Angelina Johnson tonight,” said Daria as she ran a fingertip down Marcus’s arm.



“Aren’t you the least bit tempted?” asked Adrian.





Author’s Note:



I am very sorry this took so long and it would have taken longer if I hadn’t decided to post this chapter early. Technically, it’s a half chapter. I haven’t even come to the sex yet! And I am over 5000 words. Enjoy!



The next chapter is called: Tried.



On a side note there is a very nice picture of Jamie Yeates, the actor who played Marcus Flint in the movies on this site:



http://www.newfacestalent.co.uk/



Look under actors ages 21-30