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  In truth, that was my wildest fantasy at this point. Not the unconscious, blood-covered version of Lilith sitting next to me, but a conscious and willing succubus. As much as I wanted to get my dick wet, I wasn’t some fucking pervert.

  “You don’t need to fuck her,” Xamira rolled her eyes. “She just needs a pick me up,” she pointed at Lilith’s slack jaw.

  “You want me to mouth fuck her? What the hell is wrong with you?” I gasped.

  “Cam, shut the fuck up and put on your big girl panties,” Dani cut in. “We need Lilith conscious to tell us where the safe house is. To get her conscious, she needs some of your sweet, sweet lovin’. You aren’t raping her; you’re literally giving her what she needs so we can all survive. Unless, you want to go to prison?” as if to punctuate her point, two sirens started to blare close behind us.

  Xamira’s attempt to sabotage the two patrol cars had failed, and they were in hot pursuit.

  “But . . .” I grasped for another argument. “You know what I can do to her.”

  The imp and dwarf were well aware of the special nature of my spunk. For whatever reason, it packed one hell of a punch. I’d literally taken Lilith out the first time she took my full load.

  “So?” Dani asked impatiently. “What’s the worst that can happen? You knock her out with your kryptonite cum,” she gestured blindly behind her at the unconscious succubus. “Too late for that!” The sirens were getting closer, and Dani’s temper was getting shorter.

  “Cam, the safe house can’t be far. You need to do this now,” Xamira pleaded, as she pulled herself back out of the window and tried to line up another shot at the cops that would incapacitate them.

  “Fucking hell,” I’d had to do a lot of weird things since joining the cabal, but this was by far the weirdest. “Okay,” I tried to calm myself down, and grabbed ahold of my cock.

  As far as cocks went, I was above average for a guy. Eight inches, and decently thick, I hadn’t received any complaints from anyone. I tried to relax as I grabbed it by the base and gave it a few experimental strokes to gauge my readiness. I was already at half-mast. It was impossible not to be when I was sitting beside a naked sex goddess. I was also a teenager, so it didn’t take much to get me fully hard.

  I did have to work through a few obstacles. First, I had literal blood on my hands. My hands were sticky from the multiple wounds I’d taken during the fight with the Fae knight. On top of the shoulder and chest wounds, the troll had literally impaled me to the stone floor. I didn’t know how I’d dodged the fatal blow, but it had hit just above my hip instead of my heart. All that was left of the wound was a patch of pink skin, but the blood didn’t just magically disappear. A good part of my crotch area had blood on and around it. My own pubes were hardened with clumps of dry blood. I really needed a shower.

  “Okay, focus,” I tried to push the extra friction out of my mind as I worked my shaft.

  I had plenty of material in my spank bank to work with. Lilith had sucked me off not once, but twice. Despite being at the top of my limited sexual experiences, and definitely the best head I’d ever received, it was hard to reconcile the vibrant, sexual woman of those memories with the unconscious woman sitting beside me.

  I shifted to other memories. Dani’s ass smacking back into my cock in the dorm showers was a good one, and I moaned a little as I picked up the pace. Xamira riding me reverse cow girl was just as good, and I felt the pressure start to build. Even Amanda, who I don’t think I’d actually physically touched, had fucked me in a fantasy world of her mind’s creation. I’d jizzed in my pants on that one, but it felt no less real then when I motorboated Dani.

  I was close. I could feel it, and then a sharp crack ripped through my masturbation fantasy. “Fuck!” I ducked down, and smacked my engorged dick painfully on the edge of the seat.

  A second crack echoed through the van, and I realized we weren’t being shot at. We were doing the shooting. Xamira was targeting the cop cars, and by the sudden squeal and fishtail of one cruiser, she was aiming for the tires.

  “Did he cum yet?” she asked as she pulled herself back into the car.

  “Nope,” Dani sounded upset.

  “Is she seriously upset that I can’t perform while people are shooting all around me,” I bit my tongue and started to work my shaft again.

  “You’re not helping,” I said instead.

  “How hard is it to cum on her face?” the dwarf shot back. “You’re a guy, aren’t you biologically programmed to do this.”

  There were so many things I wanted to say to that, but Xamira’s glare got there first. She knew I needed to concentrate. “Do you need help?” she asked.

  I gasped a little bit as my cock responded to the sudden wave of lust that pulsed through the car. I didn’t know much about the succubus sex magic she could work, but whatever it was, she’d done the trick. Dani even whimpered a little as she took her portion of the lust in stride.

  “I need help with her mouth,” I breathed heavily. I was really close now, so I took my hand off my dick before I burst.

  With supernatural grace, the imp slipped into the back seat and onto Lilith’s other side. With her hands, she opened her aunt’s mouth. The angle was terrible, and I had to stand on the seat and straddled Lilith to point my tip into her mouth. I tried not to think about how going one twenty down a dark highway and standing in the back was bad for my health

  “Here,” Xamira started to fondle my balls, and that did the trick.

  My ejaculations with supernatural women had always been extreme. Most guys didn’t produce cum like a fucking fountain. When I was beating off by myself to cat-girl porn, I didn’t either. This time, due to the circumstances, it was more like the latter.

  I grunted, and my balls contracted in Xamira’s hand. A weak ribbon shot out and into Lilith’s open mouth. I continued jerking, bringing my tip closer so it rested on her tongue. More cum seeped out, but it was nothing impressive. I tightened my grip and slowly moved my hand forward to get every last drop out of me and into her.

  Xamira let go of my balls and gave me a pat on the ass. I nodded to myself, as much as her, and plopped down in the seat. I’d barely managed to put my seatbelt back on when Lilith gasped. Her back arched at an unnatural angle as she thrust her tits in the air. Despite being depleted, my cock gave a twinge of longing. Then she opened her eyes.

  The inside of the van was bathed in emerald light as twin infernos looked around. They quickly fixated on me, and she lunged for my face. Her tongue parted my lips and danced around my mouth. She ran a hand up my chest, and I was ready to go again if she needed me.

  “Lilith, what’s the address of the safe house?” Xamira demanded, grabbing ahold of her more powerful aunt.

  Lilith shrugged, and the small gesture tossed the imp off her. “Lilith,” she groaned. “Please.”

  The succubus must have wised up, because her body suddenly started to seize. I could see she was fighting it, but her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyes started to roll into the back of her head.

  “Exit ten . . . take a right half a mile down the road. There’s a house at the end of the drive . . . you can’t miss it . . . right next to a big hill . . .” she cringed, and I feared my jizz was actually hurting her. It hadn’t been like this last time. She’d just passed out.

  “They’re getting closer,” Dani warned, as my attention was pulled to the lights and sirens directly behind us.

  We had a lead of about a hundred feet. There was no way we were going to lose them before making it to the safe house. Apparently, Lilith had other ideas. She arched her back again and screamed. I recoiled as a wall of flame flashed across the road, fifty feet into the air, and close enough to singe our tailpipe. I heard breaks shriek as the cops tried to stop before burning themselves to death, but my eyes were on Lilith. She’d collapsed back into unconsciousness on the seat beside me.

  “Did you get that?” Xamira asked.

  “I got it,” Dani replied, �
�and we might just get there before they can find us again.”

  I had my doubts. There was a fifty-foot wall of emerald flame lighting the night sky behind us like a beacon for the chopper. I just had to trust Dani to get us to wherever Lilith thought we’d be safe.

  Chapter 2

  A truck with US Fish and Wildlife stenciled on the side screeched to a halt at a crowded T intersection. Normally, this road didn’t see more than a dozen cars in a day. Tonight, three were squished into the tight space. The doors flew open and two men jumped out. One looked around frantically, while the other rushed to the cars.

  UN Response Division Special Agent Vernon Dud stuck his head inside the busted up, white Mercedes. It looked like it had gone a full round of fisticuffs with a tree, and lost. He looked for all the telltale signs of a fatal accident. He saw none, not even a drop of blood on the airbag that had deployed. He took a deep breath and searched for the truth.

  Vernon was a shifter, more specifically, a werewolf. One of the most common species of shifter in the United States, the six-six, two hundred and seventy-five-pound man was anything but common. Being an agent of the Worldwide Registration Act’s enforcement agency was uncommon, but being a supernatural being and an agent was one in a million. The people the organization policed didn’t make a habit of joining its ranks.

  Even more unique to the man inhaling the scent of the Mercedes’ driver was that he was also a mage. Not a very powerful mage, but the physical prowess of his shifter species, mixed with the versatility of the arcane arts, made him a very dangerous man. Much more dangerous than the other man on the scene. A thought that made Vernon grin.

  “Becky!” yelled Connor Wood, Becky Wood’s brother, US Fish and Wildlife Ranger, and much less common mountain lion shifter. “Becky!” his voice was tinged with panic.

  “The Mercedes is clear,” Vernon’s calm Texas accent did nothing to ease Connor’s fear as he moved on to Becky’s jeep. Vernon could tell by the scent that she’d been in it recently, but the leaking gasoline was making her difficult to track.

  Where the Mercedes was totaled, the sheriff’s jeep only had some rear panel damage. That did nothing to alleviate the knot of anxiety in his gut. Becky was his girlfriend, the girl he’d given up drinking and whoring for; which was saying a lot for the twenty-four-year-old who’d sampled booze and women from most of the continental United States, and several other countries.

  It helped that Becky was one hell of a woman. A woman that was currently missing. Vernon walked out into the intersection and took a deep breath. Connor’s panic was clouding his judgement. The scent of fear was thickening the air, but Vernon wasn’t going to let his emotions get the best of him. He let his training take over.

  “She was here,” he ignored Connor’s frantic pacing. Plenty of shell casings littered the ground in the middle of the intersection.

  He studied the ground, and reverse engineered the crime scene. His eyes tracked the streaks of rubber on the ground, the scent of his girlfriend, and the other scents that mixed in the air.

  “They were here less than ten minutes ago,” he concluded.

  “Kidnapping?” was his first thought before quickly dismissing it. Becky was a hell of a woman for a reason. It didn’t matter who took her, she was more trouble than she was worth. An eight-foot-tall, half-lion, half-human killing machine was not something you could stuff in your trunk and drive off with.

  “They could have executed her,” he dismissed that thought even quicker than the first.

  Not only did he not want to think about her dead in a ditch somewhere, but he knew the people they were searching for. They might be powerful, but they were kids. Kids didn’t kill in cold blood; at least, most of them didn’t. The evidence in the interdimensional pocket he’d just investigate was filled with charred, dead bodies.

  “Lying dead in a ditch,” he replayed the thought in his mind. Not for the dead part, but the ditch part.

  He inhaled again. Becky’s scent suddenly disappeared from the mix, and judging by the Mercedes’ front end, it was perfectly reasonable that Becky’s massive shifted form could have caused the damage.

  “Check the field,” he ordered.

  He was moving, but Connor was closer. They both practically blurred into the field and found her in seconds.

  “Silver,” Vernon hissed as he smelled the ancient curse of his species. “Not silverbane,” he breathed a sigh of relief.

  The difference between silverbane and silver was critical. Plain silver was harmful, and even debilitating to weakened shifters, but their bodies would gradually sweat it out. Silverbane was enchanted silver, and it was deadly. It would work its way through their bloodstream, destroy their internal organs, and kill them quickly; but not quickly enough for them to avoid the agonizing torture of the substance burning them alive from the inside. The difference between silver and silverbane was a few days of miserable healing versus death.

  Becky lay crumpled on the ground, badly injured. Just looking at her, he could tell the right side of her body was shattered: shoulder, ribs, hip, leg, all were deformed and crumpled. She was taking quick, shallow breaths as her body fought the silver and tried to heal. She wasn’t dead, but she was way too close for comfort.

  “Don’t move her,” Vernon snapped as Connor tried to pick her up. The whimper that escaped her lips broke both men’s hearts.

  Vernon got on his radio and called for an ambulance just as the rush of rotors announced the arrival of the Blackhawk. The military chopper, complete with protective wards and twin missile pods, carried the elite UN echelon team that was supposed to provide overwatch so the kids couldn’t escape. They did a piss-poor job.

  Vernon made sure to get his anger in check as the chopper set down and the echelon team’s commander strode over to him. Vernon might be a special agent; an investigator and one-man SWAT team the UN used to take out low-to-mid level threats across the world; but he wasn’t echelon material. The UN called in echelon to take down warlords using magic to create drought and famine. The teams fought rogue mages who animated the dead to create armies of feral zombies. People who thought they were above the law got a visit from Vernon, people who knew they were above the law, and could flaunt it, got a visit from people like Commander Feng. Him and his people could knock them down a peg or two.

  Vernon still had no idea what the hell the Commander was, but he watched the man’s fist phase out of reality, glow as hot as molten lava, and punch an interdimensional doorway like he was serving a no-knock warrant. He was way out of Vernon’s league, which was why Vernon was glad to have him on their side.

  He might not be able to identify the Commander, but he did know what Charlotte was. The massive bear-shifter woman toted around a fucking minigun like it was her pride and joy, and she did it easier than most humans carried a pistol. They were the only two to exit the helicopter and survey the scene.

  “The succubus was here,” Feng informed.

  “No shit, sherlock,” Vernon bit back the retort, and instead just nodded.

  “Silver tranq,” Charlotte spat, “not enough to kill her, but enough to take her out of this fight. At least they’re being considerate.”

  The way the other shifter said it so nonchalantly sent an inferno of rage spiraling through Vernon. Before he knew it, he was pummeling the big woman with punches. His momma told him never to hit a girl, but Charlotte was a fucking mountain of armor, flesh, and attitude. He got in several good hits, driving her back, before her swipe nearly knocked his head off. He rolled with the powerful blow, ignored the stars that danced across his vision, and sprang back up ready to go for round two. Charlotte looked more than ready to dance, but Feng stepped between them.

  He’d only seen the Commander’s face briefly, but he could imagine the Asian man’s disappointment in the two shifters. “The longer we keep fighting each other the more time they have to get away.”

  His rationale cut through Vernon’s anger like a hot knife, and the werewolf exhal
ed. He wasn’t going to apologize to the bear, but he knew they needed to move to find the people who ran Becky down.

  “You can ride with us. We’ll take her,” the Commander stated; motioning toward Becky, and two more echelon members departed the chopper with a stretcher.

  “I think it would be better if I drove.” Vernon’s anger was still there, waiting to boil over, and being in an enclosed space with Charlotte put everyone in danger; especially Becky. They were all tough, but living through a chopper plowing into the ground at over a hundred miles an hour, because two shifters were duking it out in the back, might be a little out of their paygrade.

  “Suit yourself. We’re on channel two. We’ll . . .” the Commander cut off as Vernon wobbled where he stood.

  It had nothing to do with Charlotte’s punch, and everything to do with the wave of magic that exploded nearby. Even from miles away, they could see the emerald flames rising into the night sky.

  “At least we know where to look,” Vernon was racing for Becky’s jeep. It would need a good mechanic when this was over, but it drove just fine, and the keys were in the ignition.

  He peeled off down the road that led to the interstate, and the still-burning flames, before Charlotte and the Commander even loaded back up in the chopper. A pair of headlights showed Connor was right behind him. If Vernon was outclassed by the dozen, powerful supernaturals in the modified Blackhawk, then Connor sure as shit was; but that wasn’t going to stop him from ripping off the head of whoever fucked up his sister.

  “Maybe Connor is not so bad after all,” Vernon thought as he pressed the gas all the way to the floor and surged forward.

  ***

  Aveena stepped and stumbled as she landed on uneven ground. She caught herself before she faceplanted into the forest green moss that coated her room, but wasn’t able to hide the flush of embarrassment. Her dress was in tatters and stained with blood. Her silver blood glittered in the room’s weak sunlight. It swirled across the snow-white fabric. In her own modest opinion, it improved the dress. The black sludge of the abomination was a different matter.