Warlock: A Fae's Vengeance: A Shawn Moore Novel 03

by D. R. Rosier

  Plus, they were busy getting the front door boarded up, and she had to help fix the hole in the wards. She was just too busy. She really did miss her husband’s presence, and wanted to see him, but she was fairly sure she missed his cock more. She wondered again if it was normal for a pregnant woman to be so horny all the time.

  She gave Shawn a call and let him know, and she was happy to hear that piece of shit Darren was toast, and that the shifter attack there failed as well. As soon as they hung up, her phone rang, and it was Dion.

  “Hi Dion, what can I do for you?”

  Dion replied, “Meeting tomorrow afternoon at the Holiday Inn with whoever the new head alpha is, we need to work together more closely if we are to defeat the fae.”

  She thought about that for minute.

  “That’s a good idea, Shawn just told me much the same. We can go over it more tomorrow, but why wait?”

  Dion asked, “What did you have in mind?”

  She smiled, even though he couldn’t see her, “I’ll send you a squad of ten mages to help against magic, if you send me some mallet wielding vampires.”

  Dion chuckled, “Very well, that’s a good idea in case she moves tonight, we can come up with a more comprehensive plan tomorrow. I’ll have Christabel send some over right away.”

  She sighed, they should have done this earlier. She ordered Jerrold to put together a squad and send it over to the coven, and also let him know about the vampire guards they’d be getting out of it. Jerrold didn’t look that excited about it, but he agreed and went to take care of it. She just hoped Shawn was doing okay.

  Elissa clenched her jaw, she’d been hoping that Darren might succeed. When she’d gotten the report they had breached the Moore manor so easily she’d hesitated to join the attack to finish him off. Why bother if the shifter took care of it?

  By the time her spy watching the battle reported the loss, it was too late to attack, even worse Dion had shown up at the house. Either way she was in a very bad mood and not even the slave between her legs using his agile tongue was helping her relax.

  She considered killing him, but a moment’s worth of pleasure wasn’t worth the loss of his particular talents.

  She sighed, and sent out more orders to her spies via magic. They would watch the shifters, mages, vampires, and the warlock. She wanted to gauge the damage she’d done to those relationships before she decided her next move. Besides, that idiot Darren had gotten himself and almost his whole pack killed, the only wolves left were the females and children, along with a handful of men left behind to guard the community.

  So she needed to know who the next head shifter would be if she was to use them again…

  Sharon sat at the bottom of the stairs in indecision. She really wanted Shawn, which made her feel guilty. He was up there alone right now too, taking a shower after cleaning up the area and doing a patch job on the front door. It seemed odd though, they were always with him, it was almost as if… they were giving her an opportunity to go seduce him.

  She could imagine her sister Susan doing that, but Malina and Lilliana? True or not, for whatever reason he was alone right now, and she sat at the bottom of the stairs. It didn’t help that she really needed sex, it had been almost two days, add in her wanting Shawn and it was a miracle she hadn’t gone up the stairs yet.

  It was anger holding her back, not against Shawn, but against her dead ex-mate. No grief, or sadness, or regret, she was simply angry. How fucked up was that? Her mate was dead, and all she could feel was relief and a sense of freedom.

  She wasn’t really angry at Darren specifically, she was angry that she no longer felt any loss, or grief. There was no sadness that he was dead, now that her body and the magic had healed and recovered all she felt was… relief. And that made her angry, because shouldn’t she have felt more for her mate? But how could she, after the way he treated and used her?

  So she was waiting, to feel something, anything for her dead mate, something that would make the last twenty years more than a trap she’d managed to escape, but no matter how hard she tried, the only thing she felt was relief that he was dead, and a strange anger stirred in her because of that.

  So what was it that she waited for? She wanted to know what it felt like to be made love to, and respected afterwards, and she was fairly sure the man upstairs wanted to do that. She was positive she wanted him to as well. She padded up the stairway and up to the third floor and into the master bedroom, and walked in with her tail waving.

  She scented him right away, he was coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, and had frozen when he saw her there.

  “Sharon?” he asked curiously.

  She transformed, and stood before him naked. She smiled when she not only scented his response, but could see the towel tenting… quite a bit. Yet his face was calm, controlled, and confident. And she scented concern and worry mixed up with the lust, and that made her pussy tingle and her nipples harden.

  In fact, she was a little breathless already, and all he was doing was looking at her, “Shawn,” she said softly in a voice full of need and want. Her whole explanation and thought process went into his name. It seemed to be enough, as he stepped forward, the towel falling away as he held her in his arms and kissed her.

  Her heart was racing, and her sex clenched in need, she wanted him in her and she wanted it now.

  He broke the kiss and took her hand, and led her over to the bed, and laid her down. The intense look in his eyes, and his myriad scents of both concern and base lust, made her feel both hunted, and safe, at the same time. Her heart raced, and her nipples ached as he climbed above her and kissed her softly, teasingly, and then when she was sure he’d spear her, he rolled off to the side.

  Then he grabbed her and pulled her into a spoon position, and she sighed, arched her back, and ground her supple ass against his cock, she wanted it so bad, what was he waiting for?

  He held her tight, and started to tease her right nipple with his left hand, that was wrapped around her from underneath, and with his free right arm, he reached between her legs.

  He whispered, “You are so beautiful Sharon, and I love your soft skin, and curves.”

  She moaned softly in pleasure as he started to kiss the back of her neck, tease her nipple, and started to tease open her labia. She gasped when he worked over her absolutely soaked sex with his fingers. She couldn’t help but mewl in need and pleasure as she pushed back against him again. She shivered as his cock sandwiched between her ass cheeks, and she squeezed it. She wanted it, why wasn’t he giving it to her?

  Then she stopped thinking as he plunged two fingers into her slick tight passage, and put pressure on her clit and ground against it with his palm.

  Then he curled his fingers, rubbed and tapped on her g-spot, bit her neck lightly and squeezed and lightly twisted her nipple, all at the same time. He did everything exactly right, which should be impossible. Unless, she had all the same triggers her sister did.

  She cried out his name as her heart raced and her back arched, and she felt herself cum all over his fingers. Blessed relief, she came down slowly, and he was still touching her softly, it felt so good. He’d been gentle, but at the same time, just rough enough that she loved it.

  He whispered, “So tell me, now that the edge is off, do you still want this? Because I’m pretty sure if I fuck you, it can’t be just once. I don’t do casual sex very well, it’s been about a week and I’m half in love with your sister already. That doesn’t mean I’m asking for a commitment, that’s not realistic, but if you just need a good fucking and that’s it, I’m not the one for you. But if this is something where you want to see where it goes… I’d love to make love to you right now, as I’m sure you can feel and scent all over me.”

  She felt tears in her eyes, “Why would you want me?” and she couldn’t believe she’d just asked that. Way to go damaged girl, announce your damaged.

  He caressed her side and she sighed softly, and couldn’t help but w
iggle back against his very hard cock still nestled between her ass cheeks.

  He chuckled, “Because you’re an amazing woman, that’s why. Not to mention extremely beautiful and attractive, confident, sexy as hell, brave, loyal. You’re not your sister, you’re different, but at the same time you’re both similar in what you want. The real question you should be asking is why me? I already have six women in my bed, including a crazy sword that loves me. There has to be another man out there that would respect you in the morning, and treat you with respect as a woman should be, I refuse to believe there isn’t.”

  She turned her head and sniffed at his neck, he’d meant every word of that.

  He laughed, “You both do that too, why is that?”

  She giggled, and squeezed his cock again, “Judging sincerity, with you so close we can pick up even faint scents of the myriad emotions,” she admitted reluctantly.

  He nodded against her hair, and kissed the back of her neck. His right hand was teasing the bottom of her breasts as he caressed her stomach, she was starting to tingle again, she wanted him so badly right now.

  She sighed, “As to your question, you’d be surprised. Human males can’t really keep up with us and are a liability in a fight, and even just simple day to day pack life. You… can keep up, and not only that, you’re stronger. I can’t recall ever feeling safer than I do at this moment in your arms. Some male shifters do make better mates, but their instincts are either stronger, or your will is stronger, I couldn’t say which, but either way they can’t control themselves. I can’t explain it better than that, I just want you, and since my sister seems willing to share…

  “So yes, I want you even more than I did earlier when I could hardly help myself, and I don’t want this to be the last time either. I’d like to… stay, and see where it takes us.”

  The truth she thought it was too early for, was she hoped she found what she expected to find in his arms, and in his life. She hoped she would never leave his side, or his bed. Is that nuts? She knew it must be more that she was in love with the idea of being a valued partner, than being specifically Shawn’s valued partner. That put it in perspective, but it also didn’t change anything. If they fell in love great, if they didn’t… well she’d cross that hurdle when she came to it.

  She knew what she wanted, and he seemed to be it.

  She thought she just might be crazy, but like her sister, if this could work out she would be okay without a mate bond. If she could have love, respect, and be seen as an equal why wouldn’t she be? She admitted she would miss one, but only with the right man. The one she’d had with Darren had been a bond of servitude.

  She also knew, that right now, if he didn’t take her soon, she’d have to straddle him and do it herself…

  Chapter 16

  Good thing I was already going to hell, because this would have clinched it. I’d just had her mate killed and dragged off to hell by an evil succubus not an hour ago, and here she was in my bed practically panting for my cock. Her skin was so smooth, like silk, and she seemed to have all the same pleasure points as Susan did. It had been almost too easy to make her explode in pleasure for our first time together.

  Her body was exactly the same as well, the supple softness covering an athlete’s hard body, with mouthwatering large breasts on her small frame. The curves of her thin waist, flaring out to her hips and her perfectly supple but bubbled ass. They looked so much alike, and I loved her silky blonde hair, amber eyes, and her beautiful face.

  They both seemed to want the same things too, but outside of me being propositioned by both, and their looks, there were differences. Sharon was a bit more demure, still confident, but not as brash as her twin sister. She had taken the safe route, the one everyone else did when she got mated, where Susan had refused to settle at all. They were definitely too different woman.

  Except where it came to looks, and apparently how their bodies reacted. They even both seemed to want the same thing, respect and partnership, and love if they could get it. I was humbled that they both seemed to want that from me, I was also turned on a lot by it.

  I may have been a powerful warlock, with a very large harem, which was apparently going to grow by one more. But I was also a simple twenty-one-year-old horny guy, and a pair of hot blonde twins was a pretty basic fantasy for a young guy, one which I seemed to share. It almost seemed too good to be true, but I would give it a try, and enjoy it while it lasted.

  No doubt I’d fall for both of them. In truth I was already most of the way there with her sister, I couldn’t imagine that Sharon would have much trouble twisting me around her finger as well.

  Still, I’d given her a chance to back out, and had taken the edge off, and she didn’t take the out. My cock was almost painfully hard, and I could tell she was running out of patience, she kept grinding back against me.

  I whispered, “I’m glad to hear you say that you want to give it a try, because I really want to make love to you right now...”

  I felt her tremble and shiver at my words.

  I moved away from her, and pulled her shoulder toward me rolling her onto her back, and got in-between her legs. I kissed her softly, and felt her reach down and line my cock up. Her labia were warm, puffy and wet against the tip of my cock.

  I pushed forward slowly, and increased the pressure and passion of my kiss, the farther my length disappeared into her tight wet sex. She was so tight I moaned into her mouth, and she gasped in pleasure as she took the last two inches and I ground into her.

  I wanted to ravage her, and as I stared into her eyes, the eyes of Sharon, it was so damned hot that I was actually with her that I wanted to fuck her hard and fast. But I held control of myself through the pleasure, and just let myself enjoy it. I let her determine the speed, I could discern when she wanted it faster, or harder, simply by the way her body reacted to my touch, and the invasion of my cock.

  In other words, I wanted to cater to her needs first, we could fuck like jackrabbits later. I didn’t want to be like every other guy that just lost control and used her body to get off. Not that it wouldn’t happen sometimes, and not that she wouldn’t want it to as well, sometimes a hard fuck was called for. But not for our first time. By the look in her eyes and the way she thrust her hips up to meet mine, it was definitely worth being patient.

  The hot wet friction of her sex felt like pure bliss, and she ground just enough as our bodies met to add something extra. Not to mention she had excellent muscle control down there.

  “Oh Shawn, don’t stop,” she begged in a very demanding and breathless voice.

  We’d found a good rhythm, and I was probably hitting her g-spot and grinding her clit perfectly, so I did as she asked, and tried to hold myself back long enough for her to cum around me.

  Luckily for me, and my fraying control, it didn’t take long. Her eyes widened and she gasped out, and then she gasped in ecstasy and stopped breathing at all as her body tightened around my manhood. I kept going, even sped up a little bit, and the intense milking action of her tight undulating orgasm brought me to my own bliss, and I filled her with my seed.

  As we came down she smiled, and wrapped her legs around me tightly, and then rolled. She came up on top, and I was still inside of her.

  “Do you need to rest?” she asked.

  I shook my head, and pulled infernal magic from Malina to recharge me. I felt her tighten and stretch as my cock once again sprang fully hard inside of her.

  “Mind if I join?” asked Susan.

  I looked over, and Susan stood on the side of the bed with a wicked look on her face.

  Sharon rolled her eyes, “Go ahead, but no weird sister stuff.”

  Susan snickered, and then she straddled my head, and lowered her glistening pussy to my face. I was pretty sure I’d had a dream like this once. Not just with any twins, these specific hot blonde cat shifter twins.

  Krystal snickered in the back of my mind, “You have master, you’ve lusted after Sharon for a while now,
though I know you wouldn’t have acted on it when…”

  Krystal trailed off as I lost myself in the alluring scent and moistness of Susan’s sex, she tasted so damned good and I wanted to get her off on my tongue. It was a good thing I could multi-task well, Sharon felt so good pleasuring herself on my cock it took real focus to pleasure Susan the way I wanted to as well.

  I wasn’t in a hurry though, I brought her toward the peek slowly and teasingly. Sharon wasn’t in a rush either, and a part of me really wished I could see the sensual look on her face as she used my cock to slowly get herself off. It was a decadent rise to rapturous bliss for the three of us, and I was lost in their scents, their touch, and the beautiful nubile supple female flesh riding my body for pleasure.

  When it hit, we all went at the same time, or close enough anyway, like dominos just a second or two apart. First Susan flooded my tongue, which made me moan and my cock surged, and then from either that, or watching her sister cum, Sharon lost it and started to milk me hard. I just let go at that point, and started to cum into Sharon for the second time that night.

  And then as usual, I shared my pleasure with Krystal. What followed after that wasn’t usual in the least.

  There was a bright white light, which expanded our pleasure greatly, and I felt a moment of alarm and pure pleasure as I felt Susan’s and Sharon’s bliss as well, their emotions, and the way they felt. Somehow Krystal had connected us and we all shared our pleasure together.

  At least, that’s what I’d thought, until we all came down, and I could still feel both Sharon and Susan. It was like they were a part of me, an extension of me. I couldn’t hear their thoughts, but I could feel their wellbeing, and emotions. I could also feel how they regarded me, and it humbled me. I couldn’t figure out why all these women wanted me so much, but I was also smart enough not to complain, or show any doubt. Women didn’t like men that weren’t confident.