by J. E. Cluney
I mewed and gasped, my nails digging into Damien’s back as I clung to him, my hand faltering on Wesley as my climax neared.
I felt his warm hand encase mine, pumping it with mine to continue the pace he sought.
I writhed and cried out as my orgasm hit me, tearing through me as my two boys joined me in finishing.
A wash of blinding light followed by a deep darkness filled my vision, and the waves of bliss tumbled through me. I rode out the intricate waves of both dark and light pleasure as it tingled through me, my muscles spasming and jolting as I gasped for air.
Then they were sliding out of me, Damien setting me down on the ground as I was still caught in the orgasmic aftermath, my feet fumbling for footing.
I was turned and bent against the hood of the Jeep, and I moaned loudly as another dick slid into me with ease.
I knew instantly from the gentle strokes on my back and the hand dipping between my legs that Leon was having his go.
I’d felt Wesley’s fiery finish in my mind, him having been content with just a hand job.
Leon kissed my back lovingly, his thumb swirling against my clit as the foggy bliss in my mind lifted.
He definitely wanted to finish inside me.
He kissed my shoulders so tenderly and sweetly, despite the raging desire to take me right away. There was a certain gentlemanliness to him that I was curious where it came from.
I jerked against the Jeep, my breasts and body heating up against the warm hood.
The fire crackled and burned behind us, more of the building caving in as Leon made soft love to me.
His gentle, deliberate motions and expert way with his fingers were already edging me closer to another perfect orgasm.
He arched me up against him, using one hand to fondle my breasts as the other worked my clit.
I moaned and shuddered, pushing into him, but not wanting to move out of reach of those incredible fingers.
I panted as he kept his pace steady, thrusting into me at his own pace. I was so close, but this wasn’t enough.
Just a little more speed.
He growled against my ear as he planted a kiss beneath my earlobe, nuzzling my neck as he sped up the stimulation on my clit.
I quivered and gasped, crying out as my finish overcame me, and I lolled against him as my body quaked.
He quickened for a few moments, thrusting into my jerking body with grunts, and then a deep moan as that bright white wave washed over me, the gentle, contented, blissful waves rippling through me.
I sagged against him, grateful that he was holding me against his chest as we rejoiced in our orgasmic bliss.
Sloppy kisses trailed down my neck as he held me tight, and he turned us around so he could lean against the Jeep, his legs struggling to hold us both upright.
My hazy eyes moved around my other men as they dressed and watched me with looks of sweet affection and tenderness. Fondness.
They were my family now. My home.
Too bad the moment was ruined as my ears caught the familiar roar of a Harley. I didn’t need to look to know who it was, and I quickly pried myself away from Leon to hurriedly gather up my clothes and dress.
Things were about to take a turn, and when my boys all started dipping into my mind, a chorus of growls and curse words surrounded me.
This was going to get ugly.
33
I stared in utter shock as Jackson rolled right up to me on his Harley, the beast of a machine roaring and growling, nothing like my sleek little beauty.
He tore off his helmet as he shut the engine off, and he leaped to his feet. He lurched towards me, and I felt my men all step forward defensively despite me screaming mentally for them to hold back.
Jackson’s arms wrapped me into a tight hug. I’d known the moment he’d ripped that helmet off that he was not going to hurt me. He couldn’t.
“Jesus Sav, I’ve been so worried,” he murmured as he clutched me tightly. I could tell he was sussing out my companions as he stiffened.
“I’m fine. I told you that,” I murmured, torn between wanting to be pissed at him, to being confused, and slightly elated to see him.
“You know what you are now,” he said softly as he pulled back.
“I know everything,” I growled softly, reminding myself that he’d known all along. He’d not told me the truth.
Damien growled behind me, and Jackson’s eyes narrowed at the crew behind me.
“Come, let’s talk,” I sighed as I took him by the wrist.
My boys started after us, but I mentally admonished them, commanding them to allow me to speak to my brother alone.
I led him around the back of the flaming house, knowing we didn’t have long. We needed to get out of here before firetrucks and whatnot turned up.
“Why are you here?” I rounded on him when we were alone. Well, as alone as we could get, I could feel them peering into my mind to listen in.
“Dad had a witch cast a tracking spell on you, but it couldn’t locate you,” he mumbled as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets. He wore his usual jeans with a grey polo, and his mousy brown hair was mussed. His jade eyes were saddened, and I pursed my lips as my emotions warred with one another. I didn’t know how to feel towards him.
At least being in a warded zone, in the supernatural town, had kept me off the witch’s radar. At least, that was the explanation Tristan was giving me mentally.
“But the tracking spell started working,” I checked.
“Yeah, the witch rang me first, thank God. I told them I’d tell dad,” he said as he glanced over my shoulder at the group of men. I could see he was confused and curious. At least he couldn’t smell all the sex with him being human. Hopefully.
“Why are you looking for me?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. I mentally reminded myself to pick up my jacket and kitsune blade, considering they’d been tossed aside in our sexy session.
Leon informed me he’d already gathered it all up for me.
“To make sure you’re safe. I was worried dad would find you… he’s gone weird. I tried to tell him you were different, but he wouldn’t listen. We’ve been butting heads a lot lately, ever since I started questioning things. If you were good, what about other supes? Were they all really monsters? I was told when I first met you not to get attached, but you became my sister, I forgot that we were different until things changed. But nothing’s changed between us,” he said firmly as he gently grabbed my arms, his piercing green eyes burning into me.
And I could see it. The fear, the doubt, the questioning, I could see it all in those jade eyes.
“Thomas wants me dead,” I murmured, seeing the flicker of oddness in his eyes at my use of our father’s name. He was no longer Dad to me.
“He does, despite everything. Despite raising you like a daughter of his own. I know even he grew complacent, forgetting why he took you in,” Jackson said softly as he gave me a sad smile.
“But now I’ve woken up…” I gulped, hating the pit in my stomach.
“I won’t let him hurt you. You’re not a monster, Sav. I grew up right beside you, I listened to you sing and play guitar, laugh and cry over the years. I watched you grow into the incredible, independent woman you are today. And the Sav I know is not a monster,” he said, stuck firmly in his belief as he squeezed my arms.
“Some of those supes I killed, they weren’t monsters,” I whispered. I needed him to know. I needed him to see the truth.
If he really cared for me and doubted things, then he needed to know.
He looked baffled for a moment, his eyes searching mine.
“We killed rogues, as the other supes call them, criminals of their kind, killers, but sometimes we killed innocents, like the werewolves we caught wind of down south, the ones who were seen in the suburbs, hunting raccoons. They were innocent, just caught at the wrong time,” I explained. I remembered them well. Two young werewolves who’d recognized what we were. One of my last hunts with my brother,
since I preferred to then find my own jobs. A part of me wondered if it was because I questioned if they’d truly been bad.
One of them had begged for their life, trying to tell us they weren’t dangerous before I stabbed them. The memory made me feel ill now, and I forced it aside.
Jackson just stared at me, taking in my words. I could see that something was confirmed in his eyes, like he’d been thinking the same thing.
“Dad taught us that all supes were bad, but there’s so many out there, just like people. How can they all be bad?” he murmured as he leaned back.
“Those guys behind me saved me, got me out of the basement before dad came downstairs,” I said as I flicked my head in their direction. “They knew what I was. They’re supes.”
His eyes widened as he glanced over my shoulder, and I saw his whole body stiffen as he looked back at me with a clenched jaw.
“They haven’t hurt me. They taught me about myself, and opened my eyes,” I murmured. But I could see the distrust in his eyes. Even if he was questioning everything, our father’s teachings ran deep.
“You trusted them?” he growled softly.
“Considering I could hear Thomas talking about having me killed, I took my chances,” I shot back, my tone clipped with annoyance.
He backed off a little at this.
“They took me in, gave me a home, taught me the truth of who I was. And I have to say, I’m pretty fucking badass,” I smirked.
“Dad did tell me kitsunes are warriors, but that they’re dangerous too, guess that’s why he was so worried,” Jackson murmured, but I could see the conflict in his eyes. He was fighting his trained instinct to be unhappy about all this and to go after my guys. It was a real war raging on in those jade eyes, and I felt sorry for him.
My side had been chosen for me when I’d found out the truth.
“We’re warriors, but we’re just like normal people. Most are good, some are bad. We’re not all monsters,” I explained. Hell, I was still a keen huntress, but not in the same way. I wanted to make up for the bad I’d caused.
But did my hunting make me a bad person? No. I didn’t think so. I’d been doing it for the greater good, and now, I’d be doing it for good as well. The being paid was a bonus.
“I know,” he said, but I could hear the hesitancy in his voice.
“You don’t see me as a monster. If you get to know other supes, you’ll learn that they’re not that different. Tristan draws some incredible artwork, Wes loves to game, Damien rescues animals, Leon helps people. They’re not the bad guys,” I said, begging him to see it.
I ignored my boys mental annoyance at sharing their personal stuff, but I needed to help my brother see the truth.
He clenched his jaw as he glanced over my shoulder at them again.
“Wes is a gamer?” he murmured.
I smiled, knowing he’d found something he had in common. I knew my brother was a big PlayStation fan these days. Had been ever since we stopped moving for hunts, being on the road.
“Yeah, they all play PlayStation,” I nodded.
He was just frowning, and I could see his mind whirring.
“How about we go talk to them?” I suggested. I snarled at the mental arguing of the men. They hated my brother for what he was, but I wanted him to learn the truth. See everything as I had.
He hesitantly nodded as I turned towards my guys. But a strange pit formed in my stomach as alarm bells started going off in my head.
Jackson’s phone began ringing, and he slipped it out of his pocket, frowning at the caller ID.
Dad.
“Can he trace it?” I asked, my voice pitching.
“No, he can’t,” Jackson shook his head, still frowning. “I’ve been dodging his calls for a while now.”
What followed had my mind reeling.
The burning house exploded, as if something gas-like had suddenly burst, and Jackson shielded me as we were blown backwards.
I shrieked as he rolled to the side of me, hissing as smoke radiated off his back.
I could sense my boys all being knocked back, cursing at the explosion.
“Jackson, you okay?” I asked as I crawled over to him. He’d taken the brunt of the blow.
“Always,” he groaned, giving me a thumbs up, but I could see he was lying through his teeth.
My eyes shot up, sensing impending danger, but I couldn’t tell where from.
Then the sting to my neck made me gasp, my hand flying up to the dart protruding from my throat.
“Sav?” Jackson groaned, reaching out to me.
I skittered away, feeling the drug trying to take effect.
Was this a trap?
My eyes flew around wildly as I tugged the dart out, but I could feel it seeping through me quickly already, my legs struggling to come up under me.
There.
Out in the field, rising up from an abandoned tractor, was him.
The man I’d once called father.
I collapsed, struggling for air as darkness blotted my vision.
“Come get her!” Jackson shouted out, groaning as he clutched at his side.
Confusion rolled through me.
Who was he calling to? My boys? My father?
‘Sav, what’s going on?’ Leon growled, and I could tell he was trying to get to me, but a glance through his eyes revealed the explosion had blown burning debris everywhere.
‘I’ve got her!’ Wes snarled as he lurched through the flames.
“Get her out of here, he’s here!” Jackson barked at him.
No. He was trying to get me to safety, get my boys to save me.
“Jackson,” I murmured, reaching out for him.
I saw Leon and Damien soaring over the burning bones of the house, their contrasting black and white wings spreading out wide.
It was the last thing I saw before I slipped into the darkness.
34
Leon.
I landed beside Sav, seeing her hand outstretched to her brother. He was hurt, and from the blood tarring his grey polo shirt in the side, it wasn’t just minor.
But my focus was on Sav, and how she was now unconscious.
Shot with some kind of knockout drug, and a high dose.
My eyes flicked out to the field where she’d seen him, I’d seen him through her eyes.
But Thomas was nowhere to be seen.
“We should kill him and take her home,” Damien growled as he stood over Jackson.
“No, he’s her brother, she’ll hate us,” I growled as I checked Sav over.
“Go, take her and go, he won’t be alone. He wants her dead,” Jackson hissed, and I could now see the wood jutting from his side. He’d been struck by some debris from the house. And a decent chunk too.
“We’ll be ready for him,” Wesley growled as he stood to my left, his hands burning with fire, and his eyes glowing a bright amber.
Tristan joined us quickly, a scowl across his face as his eyes narrowed. He crouched down beside Sav, tense and ready to leap up at any moment. We were all on high alert now. We all sensed the sudden danger.
“There’s a number of them. All warded against possession. I can’t get us a clear line out,” he growled in frustration, stroking Sav’s face tenderly with a look of deep worry.
“He brought them here!” Damian snapped as he leaned over Jackson.
“We don’t know that for sure. He found her, didn’t he? Maybe they found her the same way,” I shot back. I didn’t need him killing her brother, she’d never forgive us.
“Take her, you’re the faster flier, take her home,” I barked at Damien.
He frowned as he moved to kneel down beside her.
“What will you do?” he asked softly.
“Give you time,” I gave him a confident smile, but his frown deepened.
I wouldn’t leave Tristan or Wes here.
“I can shift, we can fly away?” Wes offered.
Gunfire split the air, and Damien snatched up Sav as we ran for
cover behind the shed.
I dragged a groaning Jackson with me.
“You should’ve left him out there,” Damien grumbled as he held Sav to his chest, his raven-black wings shielding them. Not that they were bulletproof.
“Shut up,” I growled, flinching as bullets whizzed by.
Heavy weaponry they had, not just a shotgun or handgun.
Great.
Even flying out was risky.
We’d expose ourselves not only to gunfire, but being seen.
Shouts rose up all around as men called to one another.
I looked down at Jackson, at the blood seeping into his shirt.
His injury was bad.
I growled, knowing I was doing this for Sav.
“This will hurt,” I sighed, gripping the end of the wood jutting from his side.
He gave me a confused look, his face pale and skin clammy.
I didn’t give him any warning as I yanked it out, causing him to cry out and swear.
I covered my hand over the blood gushing from his wound, focusing on my inner power.
Warmth radiated from my hand as it lit up with a soft golden-white glow, and he relaxed beneath me as the wound began to heal.
Damien made a sound of disapproval, while Wesley was desperately glancing around us, keeping an eye out.
“Jackson! You little fuck! Get out here!” Someone roared out in the fields.
Looks like Jackson really wasn’t working against us then. Someone wanted him, badly.
I played over our best way to deal with this.
We could kill them all, but that would make us no better than them. Not that I really cared, but if Sav knew these people, she could despise us for hurting them without trying to change their opinions.
“We’ll cover you, you get her out of here,” I murmured. We had to get Sav to safety. That was my first instinct. With her safe, we could focus and defend ourselves, find a way out of this situation.
Damien gave me a hard, questioning look, but I met him with my own stoney gaze.
He nodded in defeat, his wings spreading as the golden-white glow of power lit up around his feet, readying to launch him into the sky.
‘You guys know what to do?’ I asked as I looked around at Tristan and Wes.
