“Callahan calm down.” Alex warned. But I couldn’t; I don’t like to have my control taken away because when that happens I’ve killed people accidentally. They were horrible people hurting Barry and his family, but I’d still been the one to kill them, and I didn’t want a lack of control now to hurt Alex. The wine hadn’t affected me at the Ball, so I had honestly thought that it was harmless. It wasn’t harmless; it had just taken more than a single glass to ruin me. Panic was making me tremble because the more I tried to pull my control in of the elements, the more I just poured power into their chaos. I felt him grab me and shake me a little. “Callahan!” he said sharply. I couldn’t focus on him, breath coming in panicked gasps. He really got my attention when his lips mashed against mine and panic got its ass kicked by shock. The Fae magic didn’t care if it was fear, anger or lust it was magnifying. I think he’d kissed me to make me angry, to snap me out of the fear but it didn’t evoke that response. Instead another emotion entirely took over and I kissed him back, quickly adjusting to the sensation of kissing a man with a mustache and beard. I locked my arms around his neck and straddled his lap never once stopping the kiss and in response his arms wrapped tightly around me, pressing me against his bare chest. He ground against me through his tuxedo pant, moaning in his throat. Magic was building in the room with an audible hum responding to the energy we were raising. I was losing even the last shred of control of the elements but the Fae magic made it hard for me to care. There were streaks of fire dancing with earth and water through the air. They were only brief manifestations and did no damage, but I wasn’t controlling them.
                              

                              
Alex’s fingers unbelted the house coat and he pulled it off of me, running hands over the skin left exposed by my lacy lingerie. His arms cupped my backside as he stood up, walking us into the bedroom. I clung to him, chewing his lip carefully and making him growl. He pressed me down on the bed, his body a hard line over me. I buried my hand in his hair glad it was long enough to grab. My legs locked around his waist as he ground against me, licking and nibbling down my neck and jaw. He carefully licked the old bite mark, drawing another moan out of me. He bit down gently as I arched against him and fire actually danced around us, caught in a whirlwind of air. He kissed me again, deep and feral, a rumble in his chest. Even through his pants I could feel him hard and throbbing against me every time he thrust. I was pressed down into the bed as he bit gently at one of my breasts, pulling the lace cup aside to access the nipple. I shook in response sucking in gasping breaths as magic and power started to pour from me to crash into him, build up and cascade back to me through my ability to hook into others. I’d never had this kind of reaction to it before and I was clearly not the only one feeling it because Alex was moving faster against me now and we were saturated in energy and magic. I bit down on his neck in the identical spot to where he had bitten me earlier and with a loud moan he came, body jerking as the energy rushed through him. He collapsed on top of me as the magic in the Fae wine left suddenly. I untucked my legs from around him as he pushed himself up off of me to look at me in shock; I don’t think either of us had expected THAT.
                              

                              
“You’re bleeding.” I said, pointing at his neck where I’d bitten him. My brain was chasing thoughts around, trying to put them in order and this seemed like the most innocuous of things to say. He touched his neck and came away with bloody fingerprints then left the room silently. I used the chance to adjust my bra and grab my dress, stunned by the damage my uncontrolled magic had done to his apartment. The few potted plants he’d had were suddenly reaching tendrils and roots all over, having shattered their containing pots and spilled loam and dirt as they grew mammoth, there were scorch marks on the couch, floors and across the ceiling although no actual flames flickered in view. The floor also squelched underfoot from where I’d somehow rained on the carpet. I stood by the kitchen, completely devastated by what had happened, why it had happened, and the clear evidence of my inability to control volatile gifts.