Treating Her to a Hot Night (Fey Holidays 1)

Chapter 4

Saturday, October 30

Midnight was hours away. Vivian and Bethany had driven to town yesterday. Today was all about getting ready and not dissolving into a bundle of nervous, anxious energy.

“You know I’m coming with you.” Bethany glanced at Vivian.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I’m surprised you aren’t arguing with me.”

“Because I know it won’t do any good. You’re bound and determined to come, so come. At least then I can prove to at least one person that I’m not crazy, and that I didn’t steal that damn pumpkin.”

“I don’t think you stole the pumpkin.”

Vivian let out a derisive snort but let the subject drop. Bethany said she was on Vivian’s side, but Vivian had caught her long-time friend and roommate looking at her with those accusing eyes on more than one occasion since coming back to this town.

She hoped the addition of Bethany on the hill wouldn’t affect the meeting. She really didn’t think she could keep Bethany away. Vivian stared at the hilltop. How many times had she remembered that night—dreamed about it, longed for it, cursed it for happening at all? Her future had been set before meeting Cala. She’d had a perfect ten-year plan that led directly into a fifteen-year plan after that. Now only uncertainty stretched out before her.

She and Bethany crested the hilltop. They pulled a little red wagon with a beach ball-sized pumpkin sitting on it. This was the spot where the offering was supposed to take place.

Bethany asked, “You want to just leave it up here and come back later? It’s not even sunset yet.” The woman smirked. “Or are you scared someone will steal it?”

“Ha ha, Beth.” Vivian started to tell her friend what she thought of all the pumpkin theft accusations when a thick fog enveloped them. It didn’t roll in like last year. It simply appeared.

Bethany yelled, “What the hell? Where did this come from?”

Vivian didn’t have an answer. She was too busy looking around. Her gaze collided with a familiar pair of green eyes that had her heart thundering in her chest as she sucked in a quick gasp. “Cala.”

“Vivian.” His voice was the barest whisper, yet she heard him. He was real, and he was there.

She let out a happy cry as she ran to him.

Cala met her halfway, gathering her into his arms in a fierce hug that stole her breath away. She didn’t care. She held him just as tight. Besides, breathing was overrated in this moment. Nothing else mattered except him.

“It’s not midnight. It’s not Halloween.” That shouldn’t be what she said to him first, but it was the only thing that made sense in that moment.

“I couldn’t wait that long. I saw you and had to hold you once more.” He drew in a shaky breath that almost made her think he might be crying.

The tingling heat that had preceded their every meeting started again. When she looked up and met Cala’s gaze, he glowed. They both glowed. The words Vivian had denied a year ago came back to her.

“Calachladaviles, head of the Autumn Clan, my husband.”

“Viv Vivanly Vivian Leigh Holder, now mistress of the Autumn Clan, my wife.”

Their lips met, and the glowing turned into a crackling mass of energy that shot into the air and exploded into fireworks above their heads. Vivian liked that reaction. All kissing should be like this—intense and fulfilling. At last, she was whole.

“What the hell?!” Bethany’s angry question broke through the spell and brought Vivian back to the present.

Cala loosened his hold enough for her to glance over her shoulder at her friend.

In a breathless voice, Vivian said, “Sorry, Beth. I got caught up in the moment.”

“I can see that. Who the hell is he? Where did the fog go? For that matter, where did it come from? And where the hell were you hiding those fireworks?”

“You saw them too?”

“The whole town saw them.” Beth pointed down the hill.

Several people spilled out of their homes and headed for the hilltop.

Vivian groaned. Great. Just what she needed. More witnesses.

“My heart?” Cala gave her squeeze.

The motion dispelled her annoyance, and she smiled. “It’s nothing. I just hope you planned to meet a lot more people.”

“I don’t mind. So long as I have you, all else is trivial.” He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “I have waited so long.”

“Me too.”

“Viv Vivanly Vivian Leigh Holder.” He repeated her full name once more and then sighed and shook his head. “No wonder the magic didn’t work.”

“What do you mean?”

“The spell of binding requires your true name.”

“But Vivian Holder is my true name. Only my mother ever called me Vivanly. It’s a thing with her and my dad. She wanted to name me Vivanly, but my dad was the one who filled out the paperwork. He didn’t want me to have a weird name, so he put Vivian Leigh on my birth certificate.”

“And Viv?”

“A compromise. Mom refused to call me Vivian, and dad refused to call me Vivanly. My name got shortened to Viv... unless one of them was mad at me.”

Cala nodded. “Thus, the spell required me to use all your names, not simply the one on your driver’s license.”

The note she had written. Cala’s shouting her name and yet nothing happening. The events of last Thanksgiving all made sense now. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be. You had no way of knowing.”

She swatted his chest. “Your name isn’t much better, you know? There’s no way I would have guessed that from lipreading.”

Bethany cleared her throat and waited for them to look at her. “Not to interrupt this warm fuzzy moment, but who are you?”

Cala glanced around at the people who had come to the hilltop to find out the source of the commotion. “I am Calachladaviles, head of the Autumn Clan and cousin to the one you know as the Lord of Pumpkins.”

His answer got the people talking amongst themselves. Vivian didn’t blame them. Their make believe had come to life. She laid her head against Cala’s chest, content for now to just hold him. The hard erection pressing into her belly said he wanted to do more than hug.

Bethany asked, “But if you’re real, why haven’t you ever shown up before?”

“My cousin is a voyeur. He was here, but he preferred watching than revealing himself.”

“And the pumpkin? If he was here, why did he leave it?”

“It wasn’t an offering. You placed it here for tradition, expecting it to remain. We treated it as such. Last year, Viv told me the pumpkin was mine when I asked. She believed it was mine and thus I took it as an offering. I have ever regretted taking it.” He smiled down at her. “I should have taken you instead.”

Shifting her hips side to side, she rubbed against his erection, which got them both catching their breaths with need. “Oh believe me, I plan to make you pay me back for lost time.”

“I gladly accept the debt.” Fog started surrounding them. The time of explanations was at an end. It was time for the part of the legend where Cala swept her away to his home so they could be together for the rest of time.

Bethany yelled, “Wait! Viv, what about your family and your job and... you can’t just leave!”

Cala said, “She’ll be in touch. We have internet.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Her cell phone still works where we’re going. As well, now that I have made her my wife, I am allowed to visit the human realm whenever I wish. The season rules no longer apply to me.”

“Oh.” Bethany sagged as she calmed. “Don’t know what season rules are, but if she’s not going for good, then I have no objections. So long. Have fun. I’ll call you later.”

Vivian waved at her friend as the fog swallowed her and Cala. Everything was white and floaty for a few seconds before the softness of a bed pushed against Vivian’s back. Her bare back. Cala had made her clothes and his disappear again.

She wound her arms around his neck as she opened her thighs, allowing him to settle between them. His erection slipped into her p***y as though it belonged there. And it did. She had missed the sensation of him filling her, being part of her.

Cala said in a breathy voice, “At last.”

“So, is this the part where you make me forever young and beautiful?”

“You are already beautiful, my heart. As my wife, you are tied to my lifespan. We fey live for quite a few centuries.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened as Cala shifted his hips back and then surged forward. “Oh! Oh yes, Cala! Yes, please! More!”

“All I have to give, my heart. Everything and more.”

The months of heartache and frustration melted away with each stroke until Vivian felt nothing but the love and pleasure Cala had for her.

Superstition, magic, fey, and everything else—she believed it all now. And Halloween had officially become her favorite holiday.

**The End**