Savage Heart

by J. E. Cluney

  © 2020 J.E. Cluney

  All Rights Reserved

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  Chapters

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  1

  I crept along the roof of the warehouse, casting a glance back at Nate.

  He wore dark attire tonight, and the half-moon revealed his side-swept brown hair and sexy stubble. God, he was a sight for sore eyes.

  If we weren’t on a hunt, I’d be wanting to jump him right now.

  ‘Focus on the task, gorgeous,’ Nate chuckled into my mind.

  ‘I can multitask,’ I sent back.

  ‘Have we got eyes on him?’ Damien asked mentally, forcing me to focus. I could hear his slight annoyance with me. Stuff him. I knew we had a job to do, but I could ogle my mates too.

  I was a badass kitsune. Jeez.

  ‘Not yet,’ I answered.

  ‘You need to jump to the next roof, love. He’ll be down below you then,’ Tristan’s smooth voice filled my mind.

  I nodded back at Nate, who gave me a toothy grin as we moved along the rooftop in complete silence.

  Tristan had scouted the area with a demon blade first, finding where the supes were hiding to make our lives a little easier.

  I reached up under my leather jacket on my back to find my kitsune blade sheathed. I brushed the hilt of it with my fingers, feeling the energy from it buzzing with life.

  ‘We need him alive, remember?’ Leon’s gentle voice slipped into my mind.

  ‘I know. But he might not be alone. Orders are to only bring him in. No one else,’ I shot back with a smirk. I could use a good fight.

  The Council had learned he was meeting with other supes tonight, others deemed dangerous. We were to eliminate them as we saw fit. I wasn’t sure if that’d increase our bounty gain though.

  We’d done a few bounty hunts together in the past few weeks, and I wouldn’t lie—I loved it. Some we killed, and others we caught. Working altogether was making it much too easy though. We were unstoppable as a team.

  ‘Don’t get cocky, that’s when things go wrong,’ Damien growled.

  I rolled my eyes in response. I was also on task once we got to it.

  I drew in a deep breath, tasting the dank air of the warehouse district. The night air was thick with residue from the afternoon rain, and I let the coolness of it reach into my lungs to cool me down. My blood was burning as I itched for a proper fight.

  I carefully stepped over a puddle, alerting Nate to it mentally. We had to watch our footing up here, no need for one of us to take a fall and ruin this hunt.

  I glanced at the gap between the warehouse I was atop and the one I needed to be on.

  Quite a big gap. No human could make that jump.

  But nothing I couldn’t.

  I shot forward, being careful that my boots didn’t make a sound as I came upon the edge. I focused on the far rooftop, feeling all my muscles tighten and ready themselves for the jump. I allowed the small smile to break my face as I hurtled forward, bouncing high as I drew in the cool night air.

  I landed softly, making sure to let the impact ease through my body so as not to jar myself.

  Nate quickly followed, soaring over the gap and landing softly before we carefully made our way to the roof windows.

  Lights shone from within the warehouse, and we gazed down at the group of supes meeting inside. The warehouse itself was empty save for a few crates at the back, but there were eight supes that I could see, all crowded around as they spoke.

  Tristan had said they were all warded.

  Odd, not many supes bothered with warding unless they were rare like us. And against demon possession?

  Even weirder.

  ‘Be on alert. If they’re warded, then they may know of us,’ Leon added, a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

  ‘I think more supes are getting into warding themselves ever since the Collector incident. Including against possession. Word gets around,’ Wesley murmured into my mind.

  It’d been a month since that horrible shitshow with the Collector. The Council had gathered up all the kitsunes left behind and were helping them get back to normal. I had a feeling it would be a long road for some of them.

  There’d been other rare supes too that they’d rounded up and were working with. Those deemed fit to return home were released, others needed some help first.

  And rumor was spreading about the demon-born who could possess supes. The one who took down many and even used his ability to rescue supes. Something demons couldn’t do apparently. So more supes were getting careful now that the word was out.

  I glanced down at the leather bracelet Dominic had given me. It warded me as best it could, but I didn’t trust it even now.

  Nate had one too, as did all the guys, and Izzy’s necklace had been repaired before she’d headed home with her mates.

  My fathers had gone with her too, and I was planning on visiting them all soon to catch up more. I smiled softly at the thought. I’d kept in contact with them over the past few weeks.

  I finally knew my real family.

  ‘What do you think they’re talking about?’ Nate pushed into my mind as he moved closer to me, gazing through the window with stormy grey eyes. He frowned as he stared hard at them.

  ‘No idea. Could be anything. We don’t even know why the Council wants this guy,’ I sent back as I spied the guy we were after. He matched the picture we’d been given. Gavin Brummer.

  A weretiger wanted by the Council.

  The last one we’d captured had been wanted for running an illegal supe child trade. Kidnapping children and selling them off.

  Damien had nearly torn the werewolf’s arm off once he found that out as we were handing the bastard over.

  We later found out all the children were being recovered and returned home, and he was being sentenced for his crimes.

  I hoped it was a death sentence. That was what the fucker deserved.

  ‘You two ready?’ Leon asked, and I could hear the hint of amusement in his tone. Yes, sometimes my train of thought wandered. Sue me.

  ‘Yep,’ I sent back.

  They were standing back and allowing Nate and I to handle this one alone.

  We could handle eight supes, and judging from their auras, all shifters of some kinds.

  Piece of cake.

  I smirked at Nate, who frowned before he peeked into my mind and shook his head with a smile.

  “Game on,” I said with a wink before I used my aura to smash
the window and launch down through it.

  The supes below all looked up in shock and confusion as I dropped from above, landing on the shoulders of one man and hearing the crunch of bone as he crumpled beneath me.

  Nate followed after me, but I paid him no heed as I used my kitsune blade to kill the man beneath me before moving onto the next.

  Roars and shouts rose up all around as the supes all began to shift to fight, some even pulling weapons out.

  I focused all my senses, my eyes flicking around as I shot at the nearest one, slamming my blade between his ribs before he could even throw his arms up.

  I spied the weapon being drawn to my right, and I projected an aura kitsune, watching as the wispy white and pink creation shot forth and barreled into the man preparing to shoot me.

  Everything moved slowly, and I laughed as I twirled around the room, blocking blows and slicing throats. I pounced on one guy, using my aura arms to hold his arms away from him as I slammed my blade into his throat, his desperate gurgles not even making me flinch.

  Nate was giving me a run for my money as he snapped the neck of one supe.

  Five down now between the two of us, three to go.

  Well, two, since we couldn’t kill the weretiger.

  ‘Get the weretiger!’ Nate shouted into my mind as I spun around.

  He was handling the two other supes, while our target was trying to make a run for it.

  I smiled inwardly.

  This would be fun.

  I shot off after him, my boots scrapping on the concrete as my aura encased me, pushing me on faster.

  He dared a glance back, and I heard his muttered curse as he saw me hot on his tail.

  He didn’t even make it to the door.

  I slammed into him, dragging him to the ground as he cursed and clawed at me.

  I gritted my teeth as his tiger claws dug into my arms, and those slitted eyes glared at me as I rolled him over.

  My aura arms pinned him down, and I snatched the cuffs out of my back pocket as I grinned gleefully at the man.

  He was handsome, in a rugged, animalistic way. Not that it made me feel anything.

  Not now that I was mated.

  “Gotcha,” I chuckled as I clipped the cuffs on him as he snarled and struggled against me.

  “Good work,” Nate stated as he joined me, having killed off the other two supes.

  ‘Damien, Wes, and I, will handle the clean-up, meet Tristan by the car with him,’ Leon stated.

  Clean-up, something they handled. Other times, they called the Council, who had clean-up crews in different locations that they sent out to deal with supe deaths.

  I wondered which way they were going to do this.

  I glanced back behind us as Nate pulled the weretiger to his feet.

  We’d definitely left a mess in our wake. Blood splattered all over the concrete, mangled bodies with broken necks. Yeah, definitely needed a clean-up.

  ‘We’ll handle it. You guys head back,’ Leon reiterated.

  ‘Heard you the first time,’ I growled back softly.

  “Then let’s go,” Nate winked, and I punched him softly in the arm before following after him as he shoved the weretiger out in front of him.

  “So, I took out four, you took out three. I win,” I chuckled as I stepped up beside Nate.

  “Whatever,” Nate said with an eye roll, but his mouth was curving upwards in amusement.

  “And I caught him,” I added, pointing at Gavin.

  “Would you like a prize?” Nate smirked at me.

  “Of course,” I murmured, batting my eyes as I sent him an image of him doing me on the hood of the car.

  His nostrils flared as he shook his head and looked away.

  I laughed as I pushed into his mind.

  He was trying to fight his desire now. Not an easy feat for a kitsune, especially when being tempted by another kitsune.

  I pulled out of his head, not wanting to stir him up too much. He might just cuff this bounty to a pole and screw me if I kept teasing him.

  ‘I’m a professional,’ Nate thought, but I just grinned as he sent me an image of him in a suit as he did me on the hood.

  ‘Professional lover,’ I laughed mentally.

  We exchanged grins before forcing down our growing arousals.

  Gavin snorted as he drew in a breath.

  “Fucking horny kitsunes,” he muttered.

  “Watch your mouth. They said we had to bring you in alive, they never said what condition. I could cut out your tongue,” I spat.

  Gavin just huffed at this but fell silent.

  “Wonder why they want you anyway,” I mused.

  Maybe they’d tell us when we made the handover.

  Guess I’d just have to wait and find out.

  2

  “So, any idea why they want him?” I asked as we drove to the motel where we’d booked a room.

  I sat in the backseat while Tristan drove the Jeep, with Gavin tied up beside me and unconscious thanks to Tristan knocking him out.

  Not sure why he did that really, but I had a feeling it was because he’d missed out on all the action.

  “Hey, we let you two go in alone as requested so it wouldn’t be ‘too easy’,” Tristan said spitefully.

  I smirked at this.

  “Someone’s butt-sore,” I chuckled.

  “Hey, I like hunting too. Sitting out sucks,” Tristan muttered. “But as for your question, no idea. I couldn’t possess any of them. I hate this new knowledge of me. It sucks,” he pouted, and I snickered.

  “Damien and Leon sat it out too,” Nate added.

  “Yeah, but they’re part angel, it’s easier. I’m a demon-born. Chaos and violence is my life,” he muttered as he gripped the steering wheel tight.

  I caught those dark brown eyes in the rearview mirror, and I knew he’d get over it. He just wanted to whine and bitch.

  “Fuck off,” he growled.

  “I’d prefer ‘fuck me’,” I said smoothly, causing him to stare hard at me in the mirror.

  “Don’t tempt me, love,” he chuckled softly, and I smiled as he sent me a vivid scene of him tying me to the bed and having his way with me, using his special blades on me.

  Yep, I could most certainly go for that tonight.

  “You’re making this hard,” Nate growled from the front seat.

  “Don’t you mean I’m making you hard,” I said sweetly as I leaned forward and traced a finger up his arm. The muscles quivered beneath my touch, and he turned to gaze at me, hunger and need burning in those stormy grey orbs.

  “Ah, fuck,” Tristan groaned as he pulled off the back road and came to a stop.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked innocently, and he just snorted as he turned in his seat to stare at me.

  “You’ve done it now,” he said, giving me a charming lopsided smile.

  Heat scorched through me at the way they were both looking at me.

  “Does that mean I get my hood fun?” I grinned at Nate.

  Those bright pink flecks in his eyes lit up as he undid his seatbelt and climbed out, along with Tristan.

  I giggled, giving Gavin a sideways glance as I undid my belt.

  “No fun for you, sorry,” I snickered at the unconscious man. Hopefully he wouldn’t wake up.

  Before I could open my door, Nate tugged it open, pulling me up into his arms as his lips crashed against mine in a passionate, heated kiss.

  He pinned me against the side of the car, his body pressed against mine, every inch of my being screaming for more.

  I kissed him back, my tongue sneaking into his mouth and exploring as his hands slid up under my black tee.

  I helped him work my leather jacket off, and moaned softly when I felt warm fingertips trailing down my arms.

  “Someone’s a hot mess,” Tristan chuckled as he leaned against the car as well, stroking my arm softly.

  I rolled my eyes over him, at how lean and sexy he looked in his black jeans and black tee.


  My demon-born.

  I could definitely use me some naughty fun with him.

  He chuckled as Nate broke our kiss to nip my neck softly, working at removing my tee.

  I helped him, and Tristan stepped in to help remove my tights, kissing down my back before planting one on both ass-cheeks as he slid my tights down.

  Nate reclaimed my mouth, holding me tight against him as Tristan let my tights pool at my ankles.

  Guess he wasn’t up for removing my boots and getting me naked.

  He chuckled at this, running a finger up my spine and making me quiver as one of Nate’s hands rested on my hip, while the other slipped under my bra to tease me.

  I gasped as Tristan expertly unhooked my bra and sat it on the roof of the Jeep.

  “How shall we take her, Nate?” Tristan chuckled darkly as he pushed himself against my back, his arousal straining against his jeans and nudging my ass.

  I couldn’t help but push back into him, drawing a soft groan from him as I rubbed my ass against him teasingly.

  Nate gave my nipple a gentle squeeze, causing me to gasp as my legs quivered. He chuckled in delight at this and continued, drinking me up as his tongue darted into my mouth.

  “What do you want?” Tristan murmured into my ear as I arched against him, enjoying Nate’s teasing of my boobs as Tristan’s hand rested on my hips.

  “I want to be fucked,” I growled as I broke away from Nate’s kiss, and Tristan shivered behind me as I reached back to play with his hair.

  “Well, guess we’d better please our mate,” Nate said smoothly.

  I grinned as he tugged me away from Tristan, whirling us around to the hood of the Jeep.

  He bent me over, and I shuddered as my breasts touched the cool hood, making my knees shake.

  “We’ll take turns,” Nate growled as Tristan joined us by the side of the hood, leaning over it and stroking my hair.

  “Fine by me. I do like seeing my vixen get royally fucked,” he said, his velvety smooth voice making my downstairs lady tighten with need.

  The sound of Nate’s zipper being undone only made me ache even more.

  ‘Guess I’m going to royally fuck you then,’ Nate murmured into my mind, a hint of deviousness in his voice.

  I tried not to claw at the hood as Nate eased himself into me. Leon would not be happy if I left claw marks on his car.