Warlock: A Nephilim's Wrath: A Shawn Moore Novel 02 (13 page)

Susan stepped into the work out room and stretched out her
pleasantly sore muscles.  Somehow she’d managed to walk out of the bedroom
earlier without wincing.  She hadn’t wanted Shawn to see just how close he’d
gotten to achieving his goal.  She felt much better already though, and decided
to stretch out her remaining kinks.

She considered shifting to her cat and back, but the truth
was she loved the sore feeling after being so well sated.  She also needed some
privacy to make a phone call.  She thought Lilliana would probably hear her
anyway, vampires had wicked hearing even though she planned on whispering, but
she needed to talk to her alpha.  She pulled out the phone and dialed Katie.

“Hello?”

“Katie, it’s Susan.  I wanted to talk you about staying here
even after the warlock is taken care of, or judged gone for good.”

Katie replied, “You’re not under duress are you?”

Susan replied, “Definitely not,” she would have said
absolutely
not
if she were under duress.

Katie paused for a moment, “Are you sure?  I know you seemed
happy this morning, but…”

Susan smiled.  They’d argued about her taking a mate before,
but she’d continued to say no to all offers.  She couldn’t imagine settling for
less than respect, and how did Shawn put it?  A partnership.  If that cost her
a true mate bond, then so be it.

“I’m sure, I’ll visit two or three times a week though, we
can talk again then.”

Katie sighed, “Okay, we’ll see you soon then.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.

She turned as Lilliana walked into the room, and stared at
her for a moment.

“You don’t approve?” she asked boldly.

Lilliana smiled a bit wryly, “Approve?  For many generations
I’ve served the Moore line, Shawn is a lot like the rest of them, but at the
same time, he’s different.  I’ve never fell for a specific Moore faster, and I
love him.  If he approves of you, then that’s enough for me.  I’d prefer you
not to be a spy, but Shawn believes you’re trustworthy where it counts.”

Lilliana looked up thoughtfully, “I suppose that’s good
enough for me.  It’s also new.  For generations it’s been me, Malina, and the
current Moore.  Shawn has already accomplished the impossible by marrying a
mage and creating a treaty with them, ending a seemingly endless sniping war. 
Now a shifter wants to join our little family, so why not?  It will keep him
safer, and truthfully I do like you, I’m just very protective of my master.”

She nodded, “He treats you like a lover, and friend though.”

The vampire beamed at her, “He does, and I suppose that’s a
part of why I fell for him so fast.  The truth is I am bound to his line, and
must do anything he asks.  It was the price for what I was given, and I need
never doubt my purpose.  I’ve never had cause to regret it either, none of the
line have ever abused their power over me, even if some love me less than
others.

“We should talk about his training.  I’m teaching him sword
work so that he can wield Krystal with more authority in battle when needed,
but there is merit to teaching him hand to hand as well.  I noticed you’re
teaching him the yin styles?”

She nodded firmly, “He’s going to be weaker against any
shifters or vampires in a fight.  Yang styles although more suited to a male,
will just get him in trouble.  His only shot is using his opponents’ strengths
against them.”

Lilliana smiled at her answer, and they spoke about his
training for a while longer, and then about the scheduling of it.

She believed she’d be happier here, even if she missed her
sister and the rest of the cat shifters back at the house.  Nothing was
perfect, she’d have to give up something to get something…

Korrina scowled at the symbols that surrounded her.  No
warlock had ever even attempted something so galling before, and she’d never
felt so helpless in her long life.  Her mind was also in turmoil, the warlock,
Shawn, had managed to lay out a difficult concept so it was easy to
understand.  She’d always lamented not having a purpose, but had never
considered that it might actually be a boon, rather than a burden.

She’d been so torn up over the rejections in her life, she’d
never considered she could just choose a purpose of her own.  What had he
said?  Get over herself?  She could barely even remember back to that girl she
was, but she had just wanted simple things.  To be a part of the village, to be
accepted, to perhaps find a partner and raise a family which brought her to the
other impossibility in her life.

She was too powerful for that dream.  Her looks always got
her in the door, and quite often into a man’s bed.  Until they learned what she
was, and then they were frightened.  He’d offered her a place where she would
be accepted, but she didn’t believe it was possible.  He’d been so sure as
well, confident he could provide it, though she couldn’t imagine why.  She was
his enemy.

He did confuse her though, why was she not dead?  She
wouldn’t have shown such mercy.

She had believed one thing he’d said, that he wouldn’t try
to make her a sex slave.  She’d measured men’s words for millennia, and she could
see his distaste at the idea, even as he stared at her attributes with a hint
of desire in his eyes.

She decided she would call his bluff, ask to stay if he
could truly welcome her.  She was tired of being alone, and without
connections.  She didn’t really believe it of course, and when he demanded
something outrageous for the privilege, she sneered at that thought, well then
she would agree not to harm him or his people and leave Chicago never to
return.  That at least seemed equitable, and she didn’t want to die.

As for her vendetta, she would have to think on it.  Perhaps
he was right about that at least, she could find her own purpose outside of
dealing out death.  Not that it would be easy, it was hard to find a purpose
when she was never accepted.  She took a sip of water, and then groaned, she
had to take a piss and she was stuck in this damned circle.  Normally she would
just use magic to deal with it, but she was cut off right now.

“Shawn!” she screamed.

He opened the door and walked in just a few moments later.

She had to admit, he was a good looking man, and
ridiculously confident.  She watched him as he walked up to the circle and then
sat on the floor.  She couldn’t help but notice his package, there was a huge
bulge in his pants.  She smiled, and wondered if she’d interrupted anything.

“What have you decided,” he asked curiously, it made her
believe for a brief moment he actually cared what her answer would be.

She opened her mouth but the words didn’t come out.  When
she’d decided to call his bluff, she was confident he would push too far, and
ask for too much.  That all he wanted was her power, and he would demand
subservience.  When she made that decision, she hadn’t taken into consideration
how hard it would be to say.

It was too much truth, it was truly what she wanted, and
longed for.  A place to be accepted for who she was, and would leave her soul
naked before him.  She really did want to belong, she longed for it, for
something more than a superficial connection.  She was tired of just getting
drunk at bars, and seducing a stranger for a short transitory moments of
pleasure.  She wanted so much more than that, and always had.  It was the
source of her rage, and why she hated the angels so much.

She cleared her throat and gritted her teeth, “I’d like to
discuss what assurances you would need, for me to stay.  I believe you offered
me acceptance, something I find very hard to believe since I haven’t found it
in any other place or time.  People fear me.”

He nodded, “I’ve been thinking about that.  I told you that
I’d need more than simply you promising not to harm me, those I have a pact
with, and those that I have a treaty with.  I’ve reconsidered.”

She felt like he’d punched her in the gut, had she really
been hoping he was telling the truth?  If the pain of his words were any
indication, she truly had been that foolish.  Of course he reconsidered, he…

Her negative thoughts cut off in shock as he said, “I
believe now that’s more than sufficient.  I don’t want you as a servant, in bed
or out.  You give me your word on that, a pact of non-aggression only, and you
can come and go as you please.  Help me, protect me, or leave and never come
back, or just come for dinner occasionally.  That’s how true friendships are
built, not under the yolk of a pact.  I realized to give you what you really
want, true acceptance, that it can’t be purchased with service.”

She swallowed and asked in disbelief, “Why?”

He shrugged, “My uncle.  It’s a long story, but until
recently my family was in an undeclared war with the mages of sorts.  As a baby
I was spelled, both to suppress my power to keep me hidden, and to keep me from
forming attachments.  I won’t compare my first twenty-two years to your long
life, but in essence the spell made everyone fear me.  It kept me from making
connections, and it meant I was never accepted until my uncle, and the rest of
my family died, and I took over as the Moore warlock in Chicago.

“Let’s just say I can relate some small amount to your
situation and have a minute understanding of the pain it caused.”

She frowned, “I don’t want your pity.”

He shook his head, “It’s not pity.  I don’t feel sorry for
you.  I just understand you.  Regardless, if you give me your word as we’ve
discussed, we can try and be friends and see how it goes.  I won’t fear you,
but who knows, we might wind up hating each other anyway.  For instance, you
could like peas.  Peas are evil.”

She suppressed a groan.

She smirked, “That was a terrible joke.”

He nodded, “Hazards of friendship.”

She snickered, “Fine, how do we do this?”

He replied matter of factly, “Verbal agreement is fine, we
don’t have to shake on it, the magic in the circle will seal our pact.  Do you
agree not to harm me or mine through pact or treaty?”

She nodded and said, “I agree.”

She felt the magic rise around her again, and she felt it
bind them both to their word, and when the magic retreated, she felt her power
rush back to her.  She took a long deep breath, and then felt unsure suddenly,
as if not quite sure what to do.  She had no idea how to be a friend.

She was also quite attracted to him, and she could even admit
it to herself, especially now that he wasn’t her enemy.  She’d said she didn’t
want to be a sex slave, but she’d never said she wouldn’t fuck him.  But the
moment didn’t seem quite right for that either, she wasn’t in a bar picking up
a likely partner for the night.  She’d be living here for the foreseeable
future.  So instead of being her normal forward and brash self she faltered and
fumbled with the moment.

He stood and offered her a hand up, as if she needed
assistance for such a simple task as standing.  Bemused, she took it…

I wanted to kiss her, but behaved myself.  She looked as
nervous as a young teen girl at her first school dance.  It was hard to believe
this was the same woman that hunted and destroyed angels.  That had been trying
to kill Malina.

“It’s almost dinner time, and if you want a shower…”

I cut off as her body flashed with gold light, for a moment
I’d forgotten what she was, and she was suddenly wearing a casual red sundress,
with sandals.  Her straight long raven hair was perfectly brushed and shiny in
the overhead light as it framed her model face and pouty lips. 

Her green eyes danced in amusement at my reaction, and I
couldn’t help but compare them to Karen’s.  Korrina’s were slightly darker and
seemed to have golden flecks in them.  I couldn’t help but stare for a moment,
she was stunning, and I hadn’t even looked down at what that dress was doing
for her tight and generously curvaceous body yet.

She smirked, and squeezed my hand, I’d forgotten that I was
still holding it.  Whatever happened next, it wouldn’t be boring.

I smiled a bit ruefully, reluctantly released her hand, and
we went into the next room.  Malina smiled at our new guest, and didn’t look
nervous at all.  Of course, we were protected by the pact now.

Korrina took a deep breath and straightened, “Malina…” and
then she looked like she had no idea what to say, and then added, “That was a
nice strike you got in, it took me ten minutes to put all my insides back where
they belong.”

Malina blushed at the compliment, “I got lucky.  I’m not a
warrior.”

Things felt a little awkward then, and I knew we needed to
break the ice somehow.  Not unexpectedly, with her in that red dress my mind went
to sex.  It always seemed like a good way to break the ice, right?  It just
seemed too soon for that though, I’d just had her locked up in a summoning
circle.  We all moved to the stairs a moment later and headed up for dinner.

When we got into the kitchen, dinner wasn’t even started. 
Lilliana and Susan chatted at the table.  Lilliana turned to me and blushed.

“I ordered pizza.  Susan and I were planning out your
training, and then we decided to spar.  Things got physical and then we, well
we got to know each other better, and I lost track of time.”

I smiled happily seeing them get along, “It’s about time, and
pizza sounds good.”

Susan looked almost confused, “You don’t mind we… without
you?”

I shook my head, “Of course not, that would be rather hypocritical
wouldn’t it?” and I gave them both a soft sweet kiss.

I started to wonder if I was way in over my head, I had a
wife, three lovers, and I was hoping to add a fifth woman to my bed.  I also couldn’t
help but notice the brief hungry look that crossed Korrina’s face when I looked
up at her after kissing Susan and Lilliana.  Maybe that’s what the awkwardness
really was about?  Simple sexual tension on top of the awkwardness she had
about friendship?  Maybe her being adamant about not being a sex slave had just
thrown off my radar a bit, she’d never said she didn’t want sex.

Shit, I was probably just thinking with my dick, she looked
way too good in that dress.

Malina cleared her throat, “Shawn, why don’t you show
Korrina the rooms upstairs, she can pick one out for her stay.”

Or, maybe I was both thinking with my dick, and I was
right.  My succubus might as well have said to take her upstairs and get on
with it already.  Malina gave me a subtle nod. 

Korrina smiled at me and said, “That sounds like a great
idea.”

I wondered what happened to my normal confidence, was I
acting like every other man did around Korrina?  Was I proving her point?  I
knew most men didn’t like woman more powerful than they were, I didn’t have
that problem at all, I loved that my women could kick my ass, without magic
anyway, but Korrina brought that to a whole new level.  Was I intimidated by
her beauty and power?

Fuck that, I’d just been trying to give her some space to
find her feet, which apparently was a mistake.  I was a warlock, and she was a
rather earthy angel, there was no need to play games like a couple of shy teenagers
with a crush.

I took her hand a lot more confidently this time, and kept
it as I led her out of the kitchen and we moved up the stairs.  I might have
been counting chickens before they were hatched, but I decided this was it for
now.  I wasn’t even sure my bed was big enough for six people to sleep on, not
without lying all over each other anyway.  It was huge, bigger than a king. 
Still, beyond that, even with drawing power to refresh my body, keeping five
women happy would be difficult.

But what the hell, it was a good enough purpose to have
between pacts.  I had to fill my days with something outside of learning and
creating magic, and I didn’t mean just the sex.  Sure, Lilliana and Malina
would never leave me, but that didn’t mean I should take them for granted.  The
other three, if Korrina was receptive to that, would almost be a fulltime job
to take care of both in and out of bed.  They could leave me, and had a choice,
including my wife.

Korrina giggled, “That’s quite an ambition.”

I froze, fuck, mind readers.  I went through every single
thought that occurred to me after the circle’s power had been broken, and
suppressed a wince.

She laughed light heartedly, but her tone of voice was both
a mix of sultry desire and amusement, “Relax, being pampered by you sounds like
fun, I don’t know if it will work out, or how long it will last, or what I’ll ultimately
decide
my
purpose is, but it will be a nice change.  Did you know no man
has ever slept with me once they found out what I was?  You already know what I
am, and have thought of little else since I put on this red dress, and…”

She cut off her speech with a gasp, and wrapped her legs
around my waist when I picked her up by her luscious supple ass cheeks, gave
her a long heated and demanding kiss, and then carried her straight to the master
bedroom. 

I let her slide out of my hands while holding her dress, and
pulled the skirt of it up around her waist.  Her lips were so soft and teasing
as she sucked and nibbled on my lower lip.  I squeezed her naked ass and moaned
into her mouth as I realized she wasn’t wearing panties, and then I pushed her
back onto the bed, breaking our kiss.

Korrina sighed softly and said, “Fuck me Shawn.”

I smiled and winked, “Not yet,” and dropped to my knees,
grabbed her legs and pulled them over my shoulders.  Then I reached under her
and grabbed her ass again, and slowly pulled her to the edge of the bed as I
kissed my way up her legs and thighs.  I could scent her arousal when I got
halfway up her thighs, and teased her by slowing down a bit.

I teased her inner thighs, and enjoyed it as her body
started to squirm in need, and her breathing grew shallow.

Korrina lifted her head, and looked at me, I stared up at
her eyes as I licked around her vulva and teasingly blew against her moist
swollen labia.  Her scent had me painfully hard.

“Stop teasing me, please,” Korrina begged breathily as she
thrust her ready sex at my face.

I licked from the bottom, taint to the hood of her labia,
very lightly.  Then I did it again, this time with barely enough pressure to
slightly part her womanhood, and I moaned as I collected her juiced on the tip
of my tongue.  Apparently, she was done with the teasing after that.

She shivered and reached down, grasped my hair, and pulled
my face tightly against her, and started to grind her hot sex on my tongue,
lips, and face.

I gave her what she wanted, and sucked hard on her labia as
my tongue darted between them and struck her clit.  I stiffened my tongue, and
dug it deep inside of her, as she fucked my face.  She tasted so good, and my
cock twitched almost painfully as she cried out and bathed my face in her tasty
liquid pleasure.  She released my hair and arched her back, and cried and
whimpered in ecstasy.

While she orgasmed, I slurped up her nectar greedily, she
tasted divine, no pun intended.  When she started to come down, I stood,
grabbed her legs and held them up, and then speared myself into her tight, warm,
and slippery sex.  She trembled and rolled into a second orgasm when I grinded
up against her clit and kissed her ankles.

“You feel so good Korrina,” two thousand years of sex obviously
hadn’t effected just how damned tight she was, not even a little bit.

She giggled as she came down, which made her sex clamp down
even tighter, I imagined her giggles was about my thoughts, not what I’d said.

“So do you, that cock stretches me so much and is so deep
inside me,” she said breathlessly, as she locked her green eyes onto mine, “Now
fuck me with that big cock.  Make me cum around it, bathe it in my juices. 
Fuck me Shawn,” she begged.

I had to concentrate for a moment, I almost came right
there.  She was so beautiful, sexy, tight, and wild.  That she would beg me for
it was almost too much for me, and if the look in her eyes was any indication
she liked the impact she had on me very much, but I controlled myself, somehow,
and then started to ravage her hard and fast.

I stared down into her eyes as I kissed and caressed her
sexy long legs, and I very much enjoyed the way her firm large rounded breasts
bounced each time our bodies slapped together.  She couldn’t thrust against me
very well since she had no leverage in this position, but the way she swiveled
her hips to grind against me as I sunk into her, and how she squeezed my cock
so hard with her pussy each time I pulled out, more than made up for that lack.

She seemed to sense it when I got close and said in a soft
pleading and breathless voice as she gazed hungrily into my eyes, “Cum in me, I
want to feel you fill me as I cum around and bathe your cock.  Shawn, please,
give me your cum,” and then she gasped as she pulled sharply on her own
nipples, and then pulled one up to her mouth and sucked on it, never once did
she look away from my eyes.

That was it, I didn’t even try to control my reaction to
that.  My balls boiled and legs went numb as I slammed into her twice more and
then buried myself.

She screamed in pleasure and cried out, “That’s it, fill
me!”

As soon as I started to fill her she came hard and her legs
trembled against me as her tight warm heaven milked the cum out of me
demandingly.

She smiled up at me coquettishly as we came down, and she
said teasingly, “Malina told me you were a sucker for dirty talk.  She also
wasn’t lying when she said you were very talented in bed despite your young age.”

She spread her legs and sat up and pushed me back, and then
fell to her knees.  She licked our combined juices off of my cock slowly while
her warm green eyes smiled up at me.  When she was done she stood up, held me
close, and whispered in my ear.

“You taste good too.”

I had been getting soft, until that little display and
whispered revelation, not to mention a reminder that all my thoughts were hers,
and now I was as hard as a rock again.  She turned us in a circle and pushed me
back on the bed, before she crawled on top of me.  She closed her eyes and
sighed in ecstasy, as she impaled herself on my cock in one smooth pleasure
inducing motion.

Her hands caressed my chest, and then her nails dug in just
a little, but not enough to break skin, and she started to move her body above
mine slowly and sensuously.  There was nothing quite as sexy as a confident
woman taking what she wants from the top.  I really enjoyed watching her
pleasure herself on me.  When she came down from her… I lost count, another
orgasm.

She looked down and said, “I hope you like cold pizza, this
might take us a while,” and without waiting for an answer, she leaned down and
kissed me hungrily, as her hips started to swivel quickly up and down my cock. 

When the kiss broke I smiled, and promised, “I have all
night,” she was even better in bed than I’d expected, although that wasn’t the
right word.  Yes, she knew how to fuck, and had the body for it.  She was also sexy
as hell, and knew how to give and take, she was generous in bed, and as far as
I could tell had no hang ups or shyness about it at all.  That brought it to a
whole new level, except apparently she didn’t like to be teased, I’d have to
remember that.

I stopped thinking when she shoved a nipple into my mouth
and started to ride me even faster, I was too focused on thrusting up to meet
her and playing with her bouncing breasts as I listened to her sweet whimpered
moans of pleasure…