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  The tension drained out of her. “Caine! What the fuck?”

  I brushed her shirt up her ribs and found a bra. Fortunately, it hooked in front. Vivian had a strong practical streak in her. In a moment, I had it open, her pale white breasts exposed. I placed a kiss on her right nipple, following that up with a laving tongue that hardened it at once.

  “This is not the time. Stop,” she hissed.

  I squeezed her other breast, tweaking its nipple with my left hand. “No?” Gently, I bit the tit I mouthed. “Are you sure.”

  “Ummmm. Uh, no! I’m on a job. And I’ve got a partner who could come in.”

  “Guy or girl?” Drawing back, I unbuckled my belt, and worked down my zipper. “If it’s a girl, she can join us. If a guy, he can watch from the corner.”

  “You’re an ass!”

  “Among other things.”

  I shoved my forearm into her mouth as I heard a fight breakout down the hall. Getting rough with Vivian brought out her half-vampire side; her fangs grew into my arm. She pushed my arm up and licked the blood that flowed from the punctures. An enzyme in her saliva turned my pain into pleasure.

  “Hmm. Your blood tastes different. Wow. I’m getting a hard rush!” She licked the wounds then kissed them, sucking more blood. “Skinz tuffer, tu.”

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

  Her eyelids sagged. She started to purr. She rolled me off her and curled around, my arm pulled between her thighs, into valley of her breasts. She tenderized my palm with an agile tongue.

  I never saw this in the Kama Sutra, even the advanced edition.

  “Uh, Vivian? Are you all right?”

  She grumbled. “Wounds are closed! That’s not ‘posed to happen ‘til I’m dun.” She sank fangs into the meaty part of my palm, at the base of my thumb, and went back to sucking blood.

  Selene’s voice washed over me. “Caine? What are you doing?”

  “I’m being attacked, I think. Something’s different. My blood has overwhelming her.”

  “Ah, your dhampir slut.”

  “Not a slut!” Vivian objected. “I’m particular ‘bout what I sleep with.” She went back to licking my pictured hand.”

  “I’m serious,” I said. “I think she’d drunk on my blood.”

  It seemed to me that if I made this about a medical mystery, there was less chance of pissing Selene off and getting myself or Vivian turned into toads.

  “Your blood has always had a kick for vampires and their like. Gloria feeds off of you regularly.”

  “High is one thing, wrecked is another. Something about my blood is different. It’s not just the dragon DNA. If you’re not going to help,” I said, “I guess I’ll just have to see if I can fuck her into submission.”

  “Oh, what a terrible sacrifice you’re willing to make.” Selene cooed, “Such nobility!”

  “Yeah, well, that’s me, noble to a fault.”

  There was a savage bellow of rage that shook the house.

  “Damn, he got loose,” Selene said. “I tied him up in his shirt but he must have ripped free.”

  “Who are you fighting?” I asked.

  “Some human stud-muffin with big chest, a lot of stakes, and a bunch of silver knives strapped on him. I tossed him out the back window to soften him up for interrogation.”

  “Sounds like a slayer.” I gave Vivian’s slacks a couple tugs, halfway bearing her ass. Listening, I heard large feet stomping up the stairs from the first floor. “Here he comes.”

  “Get her off you,” Selene ordered. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Right,” I said. “Get her off. I’ll do that.”

  Selene’s body shimmered with crimson fire as she left the room. There came a second roar that got cut into silence. Then I heard the sound of a body being slammed to the floor.

  “Don’t hurt him,” Vivian muttered. “My first recruit!”

  I rolled away from Vivian, using dragon strength to lift her whole body while wrapped around my arm. Holding her in the air over me, I rolled onto my back so I could look up at her ass and back. I dropped my arm toward my crotch, brought my own legs up, and used them to scissor her. With the power of both legs, I gently broke her grip and dumped her into the floor so I could sit up and inspect my bloody palm.

  “Damn, woman, a little control, please.”

  She scrambled around on all fours, her eyes shifting from pink to red. Her half-vampire side ascending. I stood up, forgetting that I’d unzipped and unbuckled. My pants dropped. My engorged manhood thrust up and out like a bar of iron.

  Seeing it, Vivian’s eyes widened. Her jaws opened wide. Her head lunged in with razor-sharp fangs of hers.

  I put a hand on her head and pushed her back. If Vivian had been in her right mind, I’d certainly have accepted a blow-job. But in this state, I was afraid she’d bite me off and I’d pull back a stub—taking away the will to live of women everywhere. “If you have to bite,” I said, “go for the inside of my thigh.”

  She stopped fighting, considering my words. “Okay. I can do that.”

  I sat back down.

  She eased forward, showing me she still had some restraint. Siting between my legs, she pushed my right knee further aside and licked the skin the way a cat might. She bit and worried my thigh to make the holes wider than normal to prolong the blood flow. Normally, my body healed fast; now it was healing abnormally faster. Already, the bites on my forearm and palm had closed and faded.

  Vivian pulled her teeth loose and licked the leaking blood. After several tongue-lashings, she went to suckling the punctures. “Oh, yum! So, good! You smell just like a fey.”

  Dammit. Gloria had said something about my smell, too. I should have paid more attention. I know what’s different; I’m High King of Fairy now. All the magics of the land run through my body. It must be changing my physiology.

  In hindsight, this was inevitable. I knew that mortals taken to Fairy, who stayed too long, lost humanity. After a few years, they didn’t want to leave, having become low-level fey themselves. With so much power running through me, of course I’d change at warp speed.

  Vivian slowed, having glutted herself. Still, lazily, she licked my thigh. My erection hadn’t gone down despite the blood she’d taken out of my system. If anything, I was bigger, harder than ever. I could feel magic heavy in my bones, stimulating the marrow to make more blood.

  I snagged my pants off the floor and took out my phone. It went beside me on the mattress. I had a little concern about leaving my werekitties in Kain’s hands wanted to be able to respond quickly if a problem arose.

  Feeling safe from Vivian’s hunger, for now, I took her head and guided her tongue over to slathered my pole. She roamed, sucking my balls at one point, kissing them, licking to the top of my shaft and flashing fangs, opening wide.

  “Careful,” I warned. “If you bite my cock, you’ll have to take it up the ass with my blood for lube. Fair warning.”

  Of course, I’m going there anyway, soon.

  Vivian’s dhampir nature would soon burn through the intoxicating haze, but until then, she’d be hyper-suggestible. I smiled, considering the ways my new superpower could be put to work against vampire vixens.

  I lay back as Vivian crawled up me, ripping away her jacket, top, and bra so she was unclothed down to the tops of her thighs. The pale round orbs of her breasts were full moons, the pink nipples alluring. She swayed her ass and her open slacks dropped to the floor. Staring me in the eyes, she grabbed my cock in a fist, applying pressure to get my attention.

  As if she doesn’t have it.

  She mock-growled and gave my shaft a firm shake. “This is my creature to call. Mine! You are mine. Your blood is mine. Only mine! You will call me Mistress. Do you understand?”

  “You don’t play well with others, and don’t share. Got it.”

  “Damn straight!”

  She wore only tiny pink panties and her boots as she climbed onto the bed. Her hand guided me up against wet f
abric, rubbing me there against her sex. She used a thumb to slide the material aside and slid the helmet of my cock against her wet folds.

  “Your Mistress will now allow you entry into paradise.”

  She centered me and slid down. I filled her with my monster. She stopped, sitting there, adjusting to my more-than-human size.

  Her heart easily ponded loud enough for my dragon hearing to detect. Her mouth hung open. “Oh, damn, that feels great!”

  “You’re welcome,” I said.

  The room filled with crimson light as Selene returned. She stopped by the bed, staring down at me with lust kindled in her eyes. “I see she’s having her way with you still. Did you firmly tell her no?”

  “I’m just doing what you told me: getting her off.”

  “I said get her off you, not get her off.”

  “Oh, my mistake. Well, if you give me an hour or two, I’m sure I can escape by then.”

  “Fine, Slayer-boy is chained up so you can entertain me, too.” Her clothing dissolved in motes of crimson light. Her white skin shone as pale as Vivian’s, but her breasts were fuller. She crawled onto the bed.

  Vivian hissed, baring fangs. “I did not give you permission to intrude upon my raping of this prime fuck-toy, and I had him first.”

  Vivian was losing coherence fast.

  Selene gave her a haughty stare. “I had him first in ancient Atlantis, after he traveled back in time.”

  Vivian’s red eyes narrowed. “Playing the ancient Atlantis card, are we? Well, maybe I fucked him first in a previous life. Did you ever think of that?”

  Selene, smiled. “You know, you’re a lot more fun when drunk to distraction. I’ll have to remember that.”

  THREE

  “Bigger isn’t always better; small monsters bite

  and run while big monsters just keep biting.”

  —Caine Deathwalker

  Vivian rode me like a rodeo bronc, going for the champion belt.

  Selene ran her nails across my chest, while laving the dhampir’s white tits with an agile tongue.

  The meat in this sandwich, I groaned with pleasure. “Finally! I’m long overdue.”

  Selene pulled back from Vivian and lowered her face to mine, giving me a series of fluttery, butterfly kisses that were long on tease and short of tongue. She smiled. “Do you know the best thing about pregnant sex?”

  I ventured a guess. “You can’t get any more pregnant?”

  Her nails dug into my chest a moment, then relaxed. “No, luv. The clit gets excruciatingly sensitive, making the experience even better.”

  I lifted an eyebrow. “Which means?”

  “We’re going to be here a while.”

  I heard the sound of clacking metal and a ceramic sink falling and shattering. “I think your prisoner has escaped his chains,” I said. “Quite a determined fellow.”

  Selene sighed and backed off the bed. “I knew I should have turned him to stone.”

  “Vivian will be mad. He’s her first recruit.”

  “Recruit in what?”

  I shrugged. “I think she’s decided that if the human slayers won’t let her be one anymore, she’s going to create competition and also absorb preternatural friendlies in her organization for more power. Later, we can take advantage of such soldiers if we support her now.”

  “Support me now,” Vivian slammed her ass down on me and rose bounced up my cock again. “Focus.”

  “Yes, Ma’am!” I said.

  “So, you don’t want me to turn Houdini into a statue?” Selene asked.

  “Let’s don’t.” I grabbed one of Vivian’s bouncing tits and squeezed.

  She moaned.

  Selene sighed. “Fine. Then I better do something with him. He’ll be here any moment, trying to rescue his mentor.”

  “Fuck his mentor,” Vivian said. “Harder!”

  My dick can’t get harder. It can shatter rock right now.

  I told Selene, “If he’ll stop announcing his attacks with a bull-moose bellow, that’s good enough.”

  Selene strolled out of the room, legs pale, red hair cascading and swaying down her back. Poetry in motion and dangerous curves. It was still too soon for her to be showing, but I had already met my son Colt—a time travelling nine-year-old. Twists in time were thick—as my cock.

  I heard the gentle buzz of my cell phone and picked it up off the mattress.

  “Don’t answer,” Vivian speeded up her ride, “you’re doing me now.”

  Like I don’t know that.

  “It could be important. I am a Demon Lord, you know?” Besides, it occurred to me that I could take some pictures of her riding my dick and use them later for blackmail, or screen savers on my laptop. The displayed phone number was a complete unknown. “Deathwalker here.”

  Laughter spilled out of my phone, harsh, bestial. The high-pitched stab of sound undulated as it died; almost a coyote sound, but not quite.

  “Want to tell me what the joke is?” I asked.

  I heard the downstairs sound of the front and back doors getting kicked to pieces. And the sound of broken windows as invaders found other options.

  We’re under attack! Damn! There goes another orgy. What is this? A conspiracy to blue-ball me?

  I put my phone aside, rolled Vivian off me, and withdrew from her hungry pussy. I jumped into my pants. No sane warrior goes into battle with his wang flopping in the breeze, a tempting target.

  Vivian complained. “Hey, I’m close!”

  I sighed with true regret. “I’m sorry. Can’t be helped.”

  It wasn’t going to take long for our unknown enemy to get upstairs. They’d probably been trying various phone numbers to see which of Kat’s friends was in the house, and where. That implied soldiers with more than human hearing. Shifters maybe.

  I flushed the Demon Wings on my upper back with golden dragon magic to activate the spell. The golden light lit the room then vanished like the afterglow of a lightning strike. I dragged Vivian off the bed and stuffed her under it. I didn’t want to leave her blood-drunk ass lying around, vulnerable and exposed; there were still things I wanted to do to her myself.

  I padded toward the hallway, partially shifting my feet and hands, bringing out a little of my inner dragon. My hands became claws, as did my feet. I didn’t bring out wings, flying inside the confines of a house wouldn’t have helped much, and would have given the enemy more skin surface to maul.

  The first of them thudded on the stairs. There was no attempt at silence. The phone call had given away the element of surprise. They didn’t think it mattered. They were right; they’d be dying either way. I went to the upper landing.

  Sleepy golden eyes opened in the back shadows of my mind, my inner dragon checking in. His gaze sharpened as he tapped into my senses.

  I smell of sex. His thought punched the last word to make his statement a question.

  I had a question of my own. I smell bloodlust and…dog? Not wolf. Something else. Werecoyotes? The Trickster’s grandkids?

  My dragon said, Doesn’t matter. Everything dies.

  Within my protective spell, golden jags of lightning played over my body, building in intensity. My inner dragon fed the power. Electrical attack was his main distance weapon. I saw golden light whipping, flickering around me, hidden to others by my Demon Wings spell—until the first couple bodies slammed into me. They wore dark clothes and their knees were backward with a canine bend, their pants slit to accommodate the change. They had furry faces with ears on top. Their snouts had a lot of sharp teeth. Little human showed their faces. Their growls became gibbering shrieks like the one I’d heard over the phone.

  Lightning exploded pieces of them that separated and went flying. The creatures shuddered, twisted, and collapsed. The stink of burnt hair filled the air as they slid down the stairs, into the feet of the next pair.

  Crap. I just fried my phone along with these assholes.

  Lightning continued to arc around me, wreathing my body. But the new
beastmen couldn’t see it—or me. My spell did its job. The beastmen stepped over the smoking bodies, moving carefully, slowly, like soldiers who’ve learned too late they’re in a minefield. Their fuzzy faces had no expressions I could read, but in addition to bloodlust, I now smelled their acrid fear. And the piss from the baked corpses.

  Only a few steps away, the beastmen stopped. Their gazes came up past me and wagged left and right, as if they were wondering on which side of the hall I hid.

  Selene’s voice came from my left. “Is that fun? Killing dogs in a barrel?”

  Yeah, it’s easy, but we have two lives depending on us, and I need the numbers thinned before descending. No way am I falling back on Selene’s magic to spirit us away. I have a fuck to get back to.

  The beast men smiled and looked to their right, the direction of Selene’s voice. She’d just made a target of herself. Deliberately.

  I spoke, knowing she’d hear since her goddess powers weren’t hindered by my spell. “You want me to get out of the way and give these two to you?”

  “Sure, luv. You do that.”

  Absorbing the charges sizzling around my body, I retreated to the bedroom door.

  Selene glowed red, painting the hall in blood. She’d clothed herself in a crimson loincloth and wore copper-red metals cups, a barbarian bra. Next to her stood a big man, six-foot, with close-cropped, sandy brown hair. He wore black pants and boots, but no longer had a shirt. Or weapons.

  Selene had thoughtfully removed the last of his chains.

  I glowered at her. “Give the man a fucking gun. A sword. Something!”

  I expected the beastmen to already be pouncing. I looked over and saw the reason for delay; they were piling up on the stairs, nearly a dozen of them, preparing for a mass rush.

  Selene sighed. A blood colored sword-gun appeared in the slayer’s hands. It was a MP9, a stockless machine pistol with grooves on the short, thick barrel. Instead of a silencer, a pair of swords on a special attachment was screwed on. The MP9 had an extended magazine clip with about thirty rounds ready to fire. I knew because she’d stolen it from my personal armory in my Malibu estate. She’d simply magicked on a dried coat of red paint and called it good.