Warlock: A Nephilim's Wrath: A Shawn Moore Novel 02 (9 page)

Susan grabbed a coffee, and went downstairs.  Shawn sat at
his desk, studying hard, as if his life depended on it.  She’d never met a man
more motivated to improve himself.  She moved to the side this time, and sat
down and watched him from across the room, studied him.  He hadn’t been at all
what she’d expected him to be.

She’d been told he might be violent, or that there’d be evil
demons running around.  She’d expected to be disregarded, and possibly
completely ignored except for when he was sticking his dick in one of her warm
holes.

She’d been told she should seduce him, and to send back all
the information she could gather.  The latter she had no choice about, it was
her alpha’s orders.  She’d never expected to feel guilty about it, but she
did.  As for the former, she wasn’t quite sure who had seduced who.

She was what she was and made no apologies.  She was a cat
shifter, and their species was almost always in heat, the exceptions being
during pregnancy and for a couple of days during their monthly cycle.  She knew
most of the other shifter species thought cat shifters were joke.  They were
thought of as the fuck toys of the shifter world.  She didn’t like it, but she
lived with it.  She wasn’t used to being taken seriously.

When she’d arrived, she could scent his strong desire as
soon as he’d opened the door.  Even when he’d thought she was Sharon she could
scent his desire to copulate with her, though she’d left that out of the
report.  She thought it would be easy, that he would be easy, just like every
other man.

She’d been positive when she walked in front of him shaking
her ass seductively, that they wouldn’t even make it to the kitchen, but
despite the heavy scent of his lust he hadn’t shown anything but welcome and a
confident patience on his face.

It’d confused her at the time, and she’d wondered what game
was he playing at.

When she realized he had a pact to make, she figured that
was why he hadn’t hit on her yet, or taken what she had so obviously offered. 
Yet, when they got back, he talked her into helping him learn how to fight.

She thought at first, he was just nervous since she was new
and they hadn’t slept together yet, and he planned to use the physical contact
to initiate sex.  When she’d offered in the car to teach him she hadn’t really
been serious, it had been code for come fuck her brains out.  Although his
scent didn’t bear out that conclusion, it showed no signs of nervousness at
all, but she hadn’t known what else to think. 

When Malina and Lilliana had left the room though, and she
was sure she was about to get fucked, she’d been more than ready for it too by
then, dying for the man to take her, but he just kept on practicing hand to
hand combat.

It drove her nuts.  She had to have him.  The bastard made
her practically beg for it.

She’d finally had enough and literally threw herself at him,
and he’d finally taken her.  She’d expected it to be very fast the first time,
most men couldn’t resist her charms and she knew she was a great lay, they
never lasted long for round one, and usually not during round two either.

Not only did he last long, he’d rocked her world with that
amazing cock of his.  Not to mention his hard muscled body and handsome strong face. 
Then he’d taken her upstairs and he spent hours making her cum over and over
again.  She’d never felt so sated in her life.  He was… incredibly aware of her
during it as well, and made sure she was pleasured before he took his own.

He’d not only fucked her good and hard, there had also been
moments during the afternoon where he’d been gentle and caring.

So different from how she’d been treated in the past. 
Usually men, fellow shifters, would just use her for their own pleasure.  Fast
and hard, and then they’d leave her without a word.  Of course, she’d taken her
own pleasure as well, but this had been different.

She’d wondered then if he would ignore her, and finally show
her what she’d expected from the beginning.  Maybe he’d just been attentive to
get in her pants, maybe he hadn’t known she was ready and willing for him as soon
as he opened the door.

But no.  He’d taken her downstairs, and asked about her
life, and shifter life.  He’d even asked her to continue training him, which
shocked her because she’d still believed it had only been part of a bedroom
game.  Not only that, he’d said her
expert instruction
.  She’d almost
cried when he said that and had to turn away from the look of intense sincerity
in his eyes, she’d never been valued for that before, or been looked at like a
person, a real woman that should be respected.

Not by anyone besides her family that is, especially men.

Sure, he saw a hot woman that was very available when he
looked at her, she could scent his lust for her almost constantly, but he also
saw more than that, which was why she wondered exactly which one of them had
been seduced.

In that moment, when he’d asked for more training she just
couldn’t believe it was really about that.  She’d leaned forward and sniffed
his neck, just to look for any scent of deception, at that close range it would
be impossible to lie to her, but all she’d scented was sincerity and a genuine
admiration for her abilities. 

She didn’t know how to deal with it honestly.  He didn’t
look down on her at all, or use her harshly, she had the feeling she’d do
anything he asked her too right now, which was wrong.  She was here to find his
secrets, the truth of him.  What she’d found so far, the truth of him, amazed
her.

She kept waiting for him to change, but he kept treating her
like an equal, a woman deserving respect out of the bedroom.  Even last night,
the way he’d held her tightly as they slept, she’d never been so warm,
comfortable, and felt as safe in her life.

She was worried, because she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to
leave.  Even Darren, who was considered a good man and alpha, didn’t treat her
sister Sharon, his mate, that way.  No, Sharon was either being fucked, or
being ignored.  Perhaps it was just a control issue, shifters emotions were
more volatile and on the surface.  Yet, she’d played with plenty of humans, and
even a mage or two over the last thirty years.  They were hardly any different,
and hadn’t treated her any better.

She knew one thing, spy or not she’d never hurt him, even if
her soul hadn’t depended on it.

His lips quirked into a smile, and she wondered if he read
something funny.

“Susan, why are you all the way over there?” he asked
curiously, not even looking up from his book.

Or, he was smiling at her being a creepy stalker, and staring
at him from the other side of the room.

She got up and swayed over to the desk.  She smiled when he
finally looked up and watched her move, and the scent of his desire
skyrocketed.  Yet, his face just looked curious, how did he suppress his
desires like that?

She slid into his lap and kissed him softly, and then kissed
across his jaw and whispered, “Is this better Shawn?”

He smiled, “I’d have to say so, yes,” he said humorously,
“The chair would have worked, but don’t you dare move now.”

He added, “It’s your second day here, how are you settling
in, do you need anything?”

She leaned in and sniffed his neck again, and kissed it. 
She loved that scent, lust mixed with respect, concern, confidence, and
sincerity.  It was addicting, he was addicting.

The answer was obvious, it was him that had seduced her, and
he hadn’t even been trying.

She said into his neck between kisses, “I’m doing great. 
Don’t need a thing.  Well, maybe one thing…”

Her core was on fire as she ground down against his
satisfyingly large bulge.

He asked as his hands caressed her waist and lower back,
“Are you sure, I mean besides that.”

She opened her mouth to say yes, but paused.  She was used
to seeing her sister every day, and although she could never expect that, she’d
been expecting not to see her at all until her assignment was done.  But in
light of the way he was perhaps…

She replied softly, “I wouldn’t mind seeing my sister at
all, I’m used to seeing her all the time.  If not today, maybe you could spare
me a few hours in the days ahead?”

She smelled shock and thought for a minute he was angry at
her for asking that.

He put his hands on her face and looked into her eyes, “You
aren’t a slave, you can go visit your sister whenever you want.  You don’t have
to ask to do that, or go shopping, or anything else you want to do.  In fact,
why don’t we all go later on this morning?”

There was anger there, she scented it, but it was obviously
not what she’d first believed.  He wasn’t angry at her.  He was angry on her
behalf.

She kissed him passionately in answer, and reached for the
zipper in his pants.  She needed to ride that cock, and she needed it now.

It was about an hour’s drive to where we were going.  After
Susan had ridden me hard and put me away wet, we showered together and were
headed toward shifter country.  I’d be happy to let her visit her sister alone
a few times a week, but I was curious to see it myself.  After spending some
time getting to know Susan I had some sneaking suspicions about how cat
shifters were treated.

I wanted to see for myself, not that I would, or even could
interfere if it bothered me, but it was always good to know as much as possible
about the neighbors.  I’d be lying though, if I said I wasn’t concerned about
Susan.  She was a great woman, and she may have had an impossible libido to
deal with, but then Malina, Lilliana, and I hardly had a normal sex drive or
life either.

They had a large community they shared right around Crystal
Lake, and quite often went running out at Chain O lakes state park.  Shifters
had businesses in Chicago, but from what I could tell very few of them lived in
Chicago, they just worked there and commuted as a rule.

I asked curiously, “So, your sister’s out there while Darren
is working in Chicago?”

Susan nodded from the front seat, “Yes, you sound
surprised.”

I shrugged, “They were together that time I met them.  I
figured they were a team of sorts and she went with him everywhere.”

Susan giggled nervously and then her face froze in shock at
the thought, “No.  He leaves her at home.  She was there then because he’s
hugely protective, and he was afraid the community might have been hit by that
rogue, while he was away.  So he just had her along to keep her safe.  To be
fair, Darren doesn’t have the self-control you seem to exhibit, Sharon’s
presence overwhelms him at times, which could be a problem in certain
circumstances.”

That kind of annoyed me.  I couldn’t imagine leaving any of
my ladies at home, but then they were my protectors not my mates.  No, I was
right the first time, I wouldn’t ever tell Karen she couldn’t come along on a
fight, I kind of regretted we couldn’t really work together anymore that way,
except maybe for this warlock interloper.  My wife totally kicks ass.

“So how do the communities live, is she alone or are other
wolf shifters there?  I’m just curious as what to expect.”

She frowned thoughtfully, “How can I put this?  She’s with
others, cat shifters.  Not wolf shifters.  He’ll pick her up to take her home
when he gets back from the city.  Part of it is mates of cat shifters have
concerns about other men being around them, although a mated cat shifter
wouldn’t cheat on her mate they still exude open sexuality, so… other males
might not care.”

She blushed and then continued, “It’s more than that too,
cat shifters are very social with each other.  She’d rather be there, than in a
house alone, or with her mate…” she trailed off.

I nodded slowly.  I tried not to be shocked, hell, my
situation would shock most mortals.  Still, not respecting the mate thing was
asking for trouble wasn’t it?

“Anything else I should know before we get there?”

She shrugged, “Sometimes other shifters stop by the house. 
Umm, unmated males, searching for an unmated and free cat shifter.  Sometimes
they don’t exactly make it to a private room, so don’t be shocked if, you
know…” she trailed off into another blush.

I wondered where this shyness was coming from.  Was she
afraid I would judge her or something?  I supposed the female cat shifters had
needs, and if it worked for everyone that was fine.  But only if it worked for
everyone.

“How do you all feel about that?  The female cat shifters I
mean, are there any males?  What do they do?”

She frowned uncertainly but said bluntly, “We’re very
sexual, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.  So when they visit for sex, that’s more
than okay.  We kind of need it even.  Sometimes we help each other out, but it
isn’t the same.”

She looked torn for a second but continued, “It’s the way
we’re treated after, and even sometimes during, that can be annoying.  Please
don’t tell anyone I told you that, I can’t believe I just did.  We don’t even
really talk about it among ourselves.”

Lilliana sounded about as incensed as I was, it sounded as
if they were treated like fuck toys, “If anyone should be ashamed it’s them.”

She sighed but gave Lilliana an unsure smile, “To answer
your other question.  Male cat shifters are rare, about one in six.  They are
taken care of, and sought after by many females for mating.  They match sexual
appetites, so it usually works better than other shifters mating one of us, and
they don’t have the other issues I mentioned.  There aren’t any at the house
right now, just two under age male cat shifters at the nursery house.”

Lack of respect in other words, I frowned knowing I couldn’t
make any waves, it was what it was.  All I could do is keep treating Susan the
way I have been.  Still I could see why she was surprised about the hand to
hand training thing, I didn’t imagine most of the shifter world considered
their fighting competence when visiting.  Which was stupid, Susan was bad ass.

I had the urge to hold her, but she was in the front seat so
I had to let it go.  I smiled when Malina turned sideways and laid back against
my side.  I wrapped my arm around her and leaned down to kiss the top of her
head.

Susan looked uncomfortable now, so I decided to change the
subject even though I had more questions about shifter society.

“So Lia, do you know how the vampire world works?  I know
about vampires and how their made, but very little of their society.”

Lilliana replied softly, “I don’t know everything.  But
they’re hierarchal, the military is a good comparison.  Dion can give an order
to any vampire in the city, except me of course, and they’ll either obey it, or
die.  Everyone holds influence on those that are younger than they are, so the
youngest and newest turns often get the crappy jobs and serve the older ones.

“The reality is a bit different, because direct turns can’t
disobey the one that turned them.  So even Dion couldn’t order a young vampire
to kill his young sire.  Of course, despite that authority, Dion doesn’t
micro-manage, and neither do the ones below him.  They set general guidelines
that are expected to be obeyed.

“That’s why Neil’s betrayal was such a shock, because he was
not only second in command equal to Christabel, but also Dion’s turn.”

She paused for a second, “Vampires also live close together,
most of them are in the same building in fact, underground.  Lone vampires
don’t usually last very long in this world.”

I asked curiously, “What about food, for that matter I’ve
never seen you eat anything but food.”

Lilliana blushed, “I slip out for a blood snack once a week,
usually when you’re asleep.  Humans generally really enjoy the bite, some even
orgasm in their pants.  Both the men and women.  Generally, we just hit the
population to feed, some pick a random person in the street, others prefer
clubs or bars.”

She considered for a moment and added, “I don’t sleep with
them, but it’s kind of a turn on.  Which is why I woke you with a blowjob a few
nights ago.  Not that I need the extra push to want that sort of thing from
you.”

She blushed, “I really don’t know much else mast… Shawn. 
Like what they do in their day to day lives.  I never really cared, my life is
with you, with the Moore line, and I’m happy and fulfilled that way.”

Damn, now I was curious what it would be like if she fed on
me.

Malina giggled uncontrollably, and I wondered for a second
if greater demons were ticklish…

We pulled off the road onto a private drive that twisted
through a copse of trees maybe twenty yards thick.  The house itself was white,
colonial style, and I guessed probably had about ten bedrooms.  It was
beautiful.  Around the house, there were several cat shifters out lounging in
the sun, in their cat forms.  There were several different ones, two tigers, a
black lynx, a bobcat, and two lions.  I was guessing none of them were her
sister, since I was pretty sure they were both Ocelots.

Lilliana looked nervous.

I smiled, “I’m spelled, don’t worry.”

Susan giggled, “They won’t attack, as long as you don’t poke
them with a stick.  Human minds remember?”

I nodded and took her at her word, Lilliana didn’t look
convinced.  Malina still looked amused from earlier, apparently my thoughts
were an endless source of comedic value for her.

Of course, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try to think
funny sometimes, just to catch her off guard.

We all got out of the car, and followed Susan into the
house.  I was confident, but I had to admit it was a little unnerving to be
under the gaze of six great cats as they tracked us to the front door, which we
just walked through as if invited.  I supposed though, this is where Susan
lived.  I tried not to think how the shifter men must have treated her, not out
of jealousy, but because it gave me urges to kill them all for treating her as
less than she was.

Despite what I was told, I couldn’t’ see or hear anyone playing
hide the salami in the immediate vicinity.

Sharon was in the living room, and chatted with a couple of
older woman.  I couldn’t fail to recognize her of course.  She was Susan’s twin
after all.  Same gorgeous hair, eyes, face, and a tight body built for sex. 
When she looked over her eyes widened.

“Surprise!” Susan grinned mischievously.

Sharon looked shocked, “Umm, Hi Shawn, Lil, Malina, take a
seat?  Did you want something to drink?”

The three of us nodded and then sat on the couch while
Sharon grabbed her sister’s hand and went through the door, probably the
kitchen.

The two older ladies, still very attractive despite looking
around sixty, which meant they were probably over two hundred, looked over at
me.

One of them introduced themselves, “I’m Katie, this is my
sister Darla.  So what brings you here?”

I smiled politely, “I’ll admit when Susan said she wanted to
visit her sister I got curious, and invited myself along.  You have a gorgeous
home, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Katie, or should I call you alpha?”

She smiled demurely, “Katie is fine.  Us cats are too
independent for formalities.  So Susan missed Sharon?  That was kind of you to
bring her out.”

She looked me up and down and measured me, but it wasn’t in
a sexual way, or at least not just that, “You’re welcome in my home warlock. 
How is Susan getting on?”

“Great, but she packs a mean punch,” I grinned, and then
looked over as they came back out with drinks in their hands.  When they handed
them over, I thanked them.  I also found it easy to tell which was which even
though they were identical, merely through body language.  Of course, there
clothes were different too.  The magical signatures were different as well, I
could feel Sharon’s mate connection with Darren.

Katie raised an eyebrow at Susan, “You’ve been punching the
client?”

Susan snickered, “He asked me to help him with hand to hand
fighting.  He isn’t that bad actually.”

I snorted and demurred, “Yes I am.  But I’m learning.”

Susan sat on the couch between Malina and I, it was a tight
fit as I was squeezed between her and Lilliana, but I didn’t mind.

We continued to make small talk for a while, and I was a
little distracted when two of the cat shifters came back inside.  They were
both in human form and naked, but I did my best to not stare and looked away. 
I hadn’t come here for that.  Oddly enough I wasn’t really attracted to any of
them as much as I was with Susan.  I was attracted of course, they were all
gorgeous, but despite all the sex I’d had with Susan I was still very much
aware of the sexy cat shifter sitting against me.

I wondered if that meant I was starting to think about her
as mine, or maybe it was about Susan focusing her nature on me where none of
the others made an effort, but dismissed it as irrelevant and focused back on
the conversation at hand.  Either way I was fascinated with Susan, did exactly
why matter?

Katie asked tentatively, “Can I ask you a question Shawn?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

She studied me closely as she asked, “Darren is positive you
won’t betray the treaty, like every other Moore before you.  Why is that?”

I cleared my throat, “I can’t say with who, or what I’m
getting out of it, but I made a pact, and my end of the deal is not to ever
betray the treaty.  Which means I can’t without screwing myself over.  It’s
something I’ll abide by even if I do go crazy and a little power hungry.”

She nodded, “And what do you think of our Susan?”

I paused for a moment and answered, “She’s competent,
strong, and graceful when she fights, and very alert to her surroundings.  I
feel safer with her around.  She’s also a patient instructor, and explains
moves and countermoves in a way that makes it easy to grasp, if not execute. 
I’m lucky she agreed to come when Darren offered me extra protection.  She’s
also a very good spy, I haven’t caught her passing information even once yet.”

Everyone in the room froze.

I laughed good naturedly with perhaps a tinge of
incredulity, “Was that a secret or something?  I don’t care, because I have
very little to hide.  Like I said, I feel safer with her around and I’m
grateful.  Plus, she’s helping me improve myself.”

Katie frowned, “So you do have something to hide?”

I nodded with an open expression, “Yes, my heirs are
helpless, and hidden.  I will not allow that information to be found out.  Not
after my line was slaughtered just two weeks ago.  I might even trust my allies
with that information if I could be sure it would end there, but once it leaves
my house and becomes known, someone with unfriendly ears might hear.  I won’t
take that chance.  Other than that, I don’t care what you find out.  I have a
treaty with every supernatural in the city, and won’t betray any of you, so
what do I have to hide exactly?”