by D. R. Rosier
Warlock: A Fae’s Vengeance
A Shawn Moore Novel 03
Author: D. R. Rosier
Copyright 2016. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.
Table of Contents:
Prologue
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
Prologue
Afterword:
About the Author
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Book Description
Prologue
Elissa stared up at her mother and felt unsure for the first time in a while.
Issa looked down from her throne in disapproval, “So you turned tail and ran?”
Elissa clenched her teeth, and reminded herself she needed something from her mother, or else she wouldn’t be here in the first place.
“It seemed prudent to lay low while the abomination was in Chicago. Who could have predicted the Moore warlock would wind up bedding her or turning her to their side? I will avenge the slight against my honor and grind him beneath my heel, I swear it.”
Her mother smirked, “Yet, you are here asking for my help, because you fear the Nephilim.”
She held her anger back, barely, “Yes, that is true. The power of the angels is beyond mine.”
Issa relented, “Very well, for this favor, I will require a task done. Don’t worry daughter, it won’t inconvenience you too much. I want the warlock’s sword. I believe its name is Krystal.”
Elissa frowned, “What could you possibly want with that?”
Issa glared and she flinched back, “Don’t be a fool. That sword has the power to kill one of us, you would do well to be wary when carrying out your revenge. Besides, it interests me. Bring it to me, and I’ll let you borrow this.”
Issa held up a golden artifact and Elissa smiled grimly. It was why she was here, it was what she needed to carry out her revenge. A soul trap, that would work on an angel, even a Nephilim. Without that abomination Korrina in the way, it would almost be easy. It wasn’t just the warlock either, she’d be getting revenge on all of them, they needed to be reminded of the ferocity and power of the fae.
“You have my word mother. I will bring the sword to you once I’ve had my revenge.”
She hadn’t decided yet if she’d be delivering it to Issa’s hands, or straight through her heart yet. But she would definitely keep her word, and bring the sword to her mother.
Her mother handed her the soul trap, “What’s your plan?”
She smiled nastily, “The weak link of course, I’ll start with the shifters.”
The idea of seducing a dog kind of turned her stomach, it would also take much of her power to overwhelm Darren’s mate connection with Sharon, along with a few twisted truths, but it would be worth it in this case. Darren could shatter the treaty between three of the city’s powers, and start a war at the same time. It would allow her to move behind the scenes.
Moore wouldn’t see her coming, until it was far too late…
Chapter 1
“Senator, trust me when I say it’s a done deal. Just shake on it and you’re guaranteed another term,” I smiled, “Or your soul back,” I added, mostly to cover my ass, nothing is guaranteed in life, though this upcoming election was as close as it came.
He looked guilty and said in a sincere voice trying to justify himself, “I just have some things I have in motion, and I need one more term to make them solidify.”
Yes, I’m sure it was some important deal for the country, and nothing to do with his own ambitions and wealth. I’d had a feeling if he didn’t get elected his fortune would be in danger.
I nodded in understanding, “You’d be surprised how often that happens senator, this isn’t a big deal. No one uses their soul anyway, not in this life.”
I’d probably go to hell for that deception, although it was kind of true, it was the next life that counted. Well, I’d go to hell if I wasn’t already going to hell I mean. Although I didn’t feel too bad, I was sure club Malina would take good care of his afterlife.
Mostly.
Anyway, this would be my third soul deal, if the senator would just shake my hand that is.
He blew out a deep breath and took my hand, and shook it. The infernal magic rose up around us, and bound us together in a soul pact, while the old man cried out as a small part of his soul was ripped away. I got some of that, it added a bit to my power, and ten or fifteen years of life, the rest of it filtered down my connection to Malina.
Malina was the greater demoness my family line had a soul pact with, it was what being a warlock was all about. Plus, she was also one of the loves of my life. That plural wasn’t a mistake, there were five now? Yes, five. I was even putting in a custom bed, the California king wasn’t really big enough for all of us. It should probably bother me that I was in love with a fallen angel, a greater demon, but it truly didn’t. Not anymore.
Either I was very secure, or insane, but either way it was true.
As for as the old man crying out, I let go of his hand rather quickly. Malina was also a succubus, and the cry hadn’t been one of pain. When some lose a part of their soul to a soul pact, it hurts as it’s ripped out, but not when a succubus was in charge. She was all about pleasure and corruption, not torture. It was a bit creepy holding his hand when he was umm, enjoying himself like that, which is why I dropped it so quickly.
I cleared my throat, “Have a good night senator,” and got out of there.
Malina gave me a long passionate kiss when I got back into the car. We’d had to upgrade to a limo because the car was just too small for five to be comfortable, so it was a good thing my family had a lot of money.
Malina was incredibly beautiful and had modeled herself after my desires. She had long golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a killer body with double D cups. What tied up the package with her sinfully sexy body for me, was the innocence of her face. I definitely had a thing for the innocent sexy look, and Malina embodied that perfectly.
My only lover that wasn’t with us in the limousine was Karen, my pregnant wife. I loved her like crazy, and she did me despite all the other lovers I’d somehow accumulated over a short time. I knew it had something to do with the fact that she enjoyed the other four women as well, but it seemed like more than that too. Regardless, she was busy running her empire of mages. Well, she wasn’t really an empress, she was actually the head councilor on the council of mages, of which there were nine.
At a first glance my wife was just cute, with a pixie-like face, bright green eyes, and willowy body. But she was intense, and had a powerful presence that kicked her up to very sexy. She was all attitude, and yet she loved me to distraction. I’d seen her every night the last few nights, she seemed deter
mined to come over to the mansion once the council finished up their day, and I wasn’t going to complain.
The four women in the car with me were my guardians of sorts, except perhaps for Korrina who was more just a friend and lover, and was just part of the family. She did have a pact with me, but it was only a non-aggression pact, she didn’t actually have to defend me at all, but I was fairly sure she would.
She too was an angel, but only part angel, and half human. A Nephilim. There was a lot of nonsense about her being an abomination, but I’d called bullshit, and talked her around when I’d captured her in a summoning circle a few days ago. Being part angel, she was absolutely gorgeous. Dark Raven back hair, bright green eyes, and a beautiful face, with creamy dark skin and a voluptuous body.
She was also a bit blunt, earthy, and had no sexual hang-ups or anything like that, she was over two thousand years old and had outgrown most of that stuff. I wasn’t sure if I was truly in love with her yet, but I already cared about her a lot, it was hard not to.
She smiled wickedly and gave me a wink.
Right, she was also a mind reader, like Malina. Every time I thought about how sexy she was, she’d know about it. I decided a couple of days ago not to worry about it, she really didn’t seem to mind at all.
Susan asked, “I don’t understand, how can you control an election, you’d have to bamboozle thousands of people…” she trailed off unsure.
The third woman with me in the back seat… back seats? Sitting across from me in the limousine was Susan. She’d been sent to me last week to be my guard during the Nephilim crisis, and she’d agreed to a pact that she wouldn’t harm me. I’d felt an instant… forgive the pun, animal attraction to the ocelot cat shifter. She was beautiful and sexy, no doubt about it, but I was pretty sure she also had some pheromones going on that way, she was very hard to resist.
She had long blonde hair, amber eyes, and an athletic body. More than that, she was incredibly sensuous no matter what she did. To make things even more complicated, she was the twin sister of Sharon, which was the mate of Darren the head alpha for Chicago, and a werewolf. Not sexually I mean, I’d never touch another man’s mate or wife, no matter how attracted to her I was. What it was that made it complicated was that Susan had double loyalties. She was loyal to the pack and bound to spy on me, but she also cared for me a great deal, and would defend my life to her own death by her pact.
It wasn’t for a couple days that I learned cat shifters were pretty much always in heat, outside of a few days a month, or when they were pregnant. As a result of that, they were pretty much considered the sex toys of the shifter world. That was fine with me, if there’d been respect attached to it, but there really wasn’t. The other shifter species used them as toys to get off, and that’s it.
Even the ones that made them mates didn’t really respect them, the only advantage to a cat shifter mating with a male of another species is she was only used by one male instead of many.
I’ll be honest, learning that had kind of pissed me off, but there was nothing I could really do about it. Regardless, Susan and I fell fast, in lust if not in love, and I respected her, and could resist her to a certain point where shifters and most other men couldn’t. I wasn’t superman or anything, but perhaps it was just all the sex, and the beautiful woman around me that gave me a modicum of control that most men lacked around the sexy shifters.
What that meant, was Susan asked to stay once the Korrina situation had played out, and had gotten a yes. For some reason she was willing to give up on the possibility of a mate bond to stay with me, simply because I respected her, and didn’t rut in her like an animal, but made sure she got her enjoyment before I took mine. I was also fairly sure she’d never made love to anyone before she’d met me, only had wild sex.
Of course, it was a little more than that. I also treated her as a competent individual, partner, and equal when we weren’t in bed. That seemed like a low bar to me, that any amount of decent men in the world could meet, but perhaps it was really rare in the cat shifter world to find that. Either way she treasured that about me and I wasn’t going to complain about it.
I winked at Susan and admitted with a sly smile, “Well, I can’t.”
She frowned, “But… what?”
I laughed, “He was already going to win anyway.”
Sure, that was a little evil letting him sell his soul for something that was already in the bag, but he was offering his soul for it, and he was just a politician. So most likely I’d just changed his address in hell anyway, he was probably already headed there.
She looked horrified for a second, and then started to laugh.
Lilliana asked, “Where to?”
Lilliana was a vampire, and a servant to my family line, serving one Moore warlock after the next. She’d been the first one I’d met during this crazy ride, and I loved her. She was pretty much head over heels for me, and I really didn’t get why I deserved it, but she was. Her contract was for her to live as long as my family line did, and stay young and beautiful forever. Her end of the deal was to serve our family.
That was it, it was an all-encompassing deal with no limits. I literally could ask her to do anything, but the last thing I’d ever do was treat the wonderful generous woman as a slave. She was incredibly protective, intelligent, and absolutely vicious where my safety came into question. She could easily flip a car over, or crush me like a grape, but in bed she was warm, soft, yielding, and gentle.
She also loved to serve, it was what she lived for, and craved. The literally meanest thing I could do to her would be to order her to leave me alone. I didn’t really understand that mentality, but she was happy, and she loved to pamper me, so I didn’t fight it. I didn’t have to understand, she was one of the woman I loved, strongly.
She was beautiful too, they all were. Lilliana had long chestnut brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a sexy body. She had a nice pair of C cups that defied gravity, and her body fell somewhere in between voluptuous and athletic. She was perfect in my eyes. Oh, and I called her Lia as a nickname. At first I’d called her Lil, but that was before I understood her very well. She was definitely a Lia, soft and loving, for me at least.
“Umm, I don’t know Lia, we could go back home, unless any of you have a better idea?”
I still had to do a third pact with a woman to carry my child in secret. I didn’t like the idea all that much, even though asking for someone’s soul was bigger, the whole child thing felt like I was taking advantage of women that were out of luck. Still, it was part of my pact with Malina that I needed to ensure the Moore line. If my enemies killed me, and all of my children, I’d be in violation of that contract.
I knew Malina loved me, but I had no illusions that I would enjoy defaulting on our soul pact.
Regardless, I’d do it again. I’d decided to do five rather quickly, in addition to my child with Karen, which would at least be one I could see, and know, and actually help raise. After the initial five I’d do only one every five years, that would maintain the numbers rather constantly, and wouldn’t be so often. That meant I’d have to suck it up and go for number three soon.
I’d also have to leave Susan behind, she was bound to report where and what I’d done, and my hidden children was the one thing I had to hide from her. I really believed she’d hate herself for doing it, but she’d report it, she’d have to.
Still, things had never been so stable for a Moore warlock before. My marriage and child with Karen had ended a silent war between my family line and the mages that had gone on for centuries. It also included a treaty, just between me and the mages. In addition to that I had the three-way treaty going between me, the vampires, and shifters.
That meant I had a treaty with pretty much the whole city, plus I had more protectors than any previous Moore had, in both Susan, and even in my friendship with Korrina. Not to mention Karen would do anything to keep me safe. So things were looking very good right now. The sole exception would be the fae,
and they still haven’t returned to the city since Korrina arrived, so I wasn’t sure what was going on there yet.
The vampires were looking into it, but so far Dion had nothing. We had a private pact together where I wouldn’t betray the treaty, when I inevitably went nuts, and he would furnish me with the latest information on what was going on in the city through his spy network.
I felt a sultry pout in the back of my mind. Of course, how could I forget Krystal, my sword. Some ass hat had bound a woman’s soul to a sword, and the only times she could feel pleasure was when she sucked the life out of someone I stabbed. She literally had mind bending orgasms while killing, so she’d been very bloodthirsty.
Or that had been true, until I started to share all my orgasms with her. It was a bit disturbing at first, sharing an orgasm with a female, with our minds so intimately connected, but it was also very intense. Krystal had changed a lot in a very short time since then. She wasn’t quite as bloodthirsty anymore because of it, and I was pretty sure she loved me and served me because I took care of her in that way, and actually cared if she suffered. She might be a sword, but she had the soul of a woman and was fiercely loyal to me, how could I not care?
I pondered that maybe I was wrong, I didn’t have five lovers, I had six. Even if I couldn’t actually love her in the physical sense.
All of those changes were probably a good thing, because a few days ago she’d devoured the essence of an angel, and I was pretty sure she could take me over now if she ever wanted to. She was much more powerful now. She even glowed white when in sword form, she definitely had the power of an angel.
Krystal said in a breathy tone, “I do love you master, and I’d never take you over, I swear it.”
How could I possibly not reward and care for someone that was that devoted to me?
Lilliana had apparently decided to take us home, no one had suggested we do anything else. I had a suspicion her and Susan would be kicking my ass soon. I’d asked them to train me, I wanted to be proficient both with a sword, and hand to hand combat. Lilliana taught me the first, and Susan the second. It might sound awesome to practice fight with two sexy women, and truthfully it was, but it also hurt like a son of a bitch when I inevitably got slammed into the wall, ceiling, or floor.
