Kougar, Savanna - Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Savanna Kougar

  Zol shut the glove box, selected one of the slices, and with a debonair flick of his wrist, he offered it to her. “My one witch.”

  Unable to resist, Kandace tilted her head, nibbled a taste, then took his offering one inch at a time. Her lips met his fingertips, and she slipped her mouth onto his forefinger. Slowly, she sucked all the way down.

  “Oooh, sucktastic,” she murmured. “Don’t tell Phillip, the vampire, I stole his word.”

  “Kandy…Kandy Apple.” Zol’s lips sensually grazed her cheek while the hard strength of his cock owned her butt cheek.

  She repressed a whimper, then reminded herself, “Zin’s hungry. Have to feed the driver.”

  “Yes, feed the driver, darling,” Zin huskily crooned.

  Kandace shook her head to clear it, then lifted the dish. Before she could reposition herself, Zol grasped her hips, boosting her toward Zin. After rolling a juicy slice, she placed it before Zin’s mouth.

  With a suave efficiency, she could only admire, he used his lips and teeth to take the meat from her fingertips.

  Excitement coiled inside her belly, then gripped her sex. “You two are such a major turn-on.”

  As Kandace continued feeding Zin, her enjoyment grew as well as her curiosity. “Are other hellhounds like you in personality? All this sophisticated charm?”

  “No,” Zol answered. “We are different in how we choose to develop ourselves.”

  “Such as?” Kandace smiled, feeling like a little sexpot, when Zin nipped her fingers gently.

  “Rob and Roy are rancher hellhounds, who have immersed themselves in the cowboy culture. Mario and Lothario are nightclub owners and salsa dancers in Miami.” Zol resettled her square on his lap.

  “Obviously it has to be a lifestyle that acts as a cover story for your missions.”

  Kandace piled more brisket on the dish, then turned at the waist dangling a piece before Zol. Like an eager but restrained hound, he grabbed it with his teeth, devouring it fast.

  “My, my, you are famished,” she drawled, using a hoity-toity voice.

  “Dick and Nick, hellhounds in Connecticut,” Zin continued. “They’re private investigators. Nick handles the swanky crowd, while Dick takes on the gritty cases.”

  “Yeah, yeah…a private dick.” Kandace laughed, then ate some of the tender brisket. Turning, she presented another slice to Zol. He snapped it up and chewed with relish.

  “What about hellhounds in other countries?” she asked, feeding Zol another large piece.

  “Several hellhound teams work with the friendly Djinn in the Middle East,” Zin replied. “Ireland, Scotland, and Wales are havens for us. We are embraced by the fae community.”

  “Embraced as in supported or embraced as in lust?”

  “Both,” her hellhounds chorused.

  Kandace stilled, in the throes of a sudden vision. Stunned by the power of the image, she uttered, “My winged cat guardian.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five:

  Sinfully Sexy Hellhoundness

  “I think.” She dropped the slice of brisket.

  Meowsssh, she heard. Am I welcome?

  The large silvery feline smiled a wide cat grin. Its moon-bright eyes crinkled at the corners. Uncertain, Kandace took a mental step back.

  The regal posture and the reserved attitude of the cat guardian were not lost on her. Nor were the huge, vicious looking claws on its front paws.

  Finding her voice, Kandace blurted out, “Omygawd. It’s sitting on your sofa. Beautiful wings and all.”

  “On our sofa, darling,” Zol gently reminded, as he removed the dish from her hand. “Is your guaruvyr speaking to you?”

  “Yes…but I, I…don’t know how to…I mean, what do I do? My Enduoir witchy instincts aren’t working. At all. And it has to be at least half my size.”

  As Kandace continued to observe with her mind’s eye, the all-too-impressive feline offered a bigger smile. Its ears angled back in a friendly, even affectionate manner.

  “Answer your guardian,” Zin encouraged. “The knowledge will arrive as you realize your ancient connection.”

  “But, but…do hellhounds get along with…with guaruvyrs?”

  “Your guardian will not harm us, now that we have formed our triad.” Zol stroked her shoulders lightly. “Even though we are canines, darling, a cat does not trigger our chase instinct. We were created to accept our witch’s familiar, or her pets.”

  “Interesting,” she murmured. Letting his words sink in, Kandace had to wonder if she’d ever trusted at this level? When had she felt this cared for by a man, let alone two men?

  Answer. Never!

  So, despite her doubt, and the knot in her belly, Kandace telepathed, Meowsssh, an imitation of the guaruvyr’s greeting. Swallowing, she then communicated, You are…are welcome.

  The winged cat became luminous instantly, as if an internal light switched on.

  “Am I glowing?” she asked, truly wondering because of the sheer brightness emanating toward her.

  “Yes. Your guardian is bonding,” Zol answered.

  “You are lit up like a Christmas tree.”

  Zin’s joking tone eased Kandace. She straightened her spine, asking, What is your name?

  I am Vresc. You may change my name if it is your desire.

  Vresc is a good name. You are stunningly magnificent. Your appearance.

  Again, the winged cat lifted its gray lips in a smile. Satisfaction glinted in its unusual eyes—eyes that were large faceted orbs and owl like. The guaruvyr’s long sleek tail swung into view, switched back and forth, then curled around its front paws.

  Is it your wish, mistress, I remain here?

  Mistress? Half-mesmerized by the splendid creature, Kandace nodded before telepathing, Yes, please. An instant later, it struck her. Wait. How do I care for you? Food?

  The stroke of your hand nourishes me, mistress. It is called energy transference. I am well. Have no concern.

  Kandace’s eyes popped wide. Now she was responsible for petting the guaruvyr to keep it healthy. What if…but she put the kibosh on her runaway worries.

  To clear her head, she gave it a quick shake. Simultaneously, her contact with Vresc ended. Poof. “Bizarre,” she murmured, somewhat befuddled by the whole experience.

  Around her, the scenery blurred. They jet-zoomed down the highway. “A bat out of hell,” she finished. “How lame. I’m so rattled my creativity is gone.”

  “Perhaps, this will help, love. There has been another timeline change. I have good news.”

  Zin connected his mind with hers and downloaded a scene that had already occurred. Police vehicles of all sorts surrounded Nigel’s warehouse.

  As Kandace watched, the international crook was led out in handcuffs, along with several of his hired thugs. She cheered inside, then asked, “What happened? What changed?”

  “Your friend in Paris, Valerie, happened on a painting she knew had been stolen.” Zol gently embraced her.

  “That figures. Serendipity is Valerie’s faithful companion. What did she do?”

  “Your Valerie questioned the seller, then did some sleuthing and discovered the Hendersons had probably stolen her Frederic Remington,” Zin answered. “No worries, love, the painting is still safe.”

  “Valerie must have been texting like a madwoman.”

  “She tracked down others who have been victimized in the Eureka area. Together, they inundated the police department with complaints,” Zol continued.

  “Yeah, that would be Valerie. She’s a hell goddess on wheels whenever someone wrongs her. But, how did that effing bastard, Nigel, get found out?”

  “In the meantime,” Zin replied, “an eyewitness came forth, implicating Nigel Blanthorpe as being the leader of an art theft ring.”

  “Eyewitness, what kind of eyewitness?”

  “The kind of greedy cur who was being paid to look the other way,” Zol growled. “We suspect he decided to save his hide by making a deal.”

  “Greed. On
e of the seven deadly sins, in my opinion. Have the Hendersons been arrested yet?”

  “Bit of a hitch there, darling,” Zin answered. “It seems the Hendersons are nowhere to be found.”

  “Tipped off, I bet.” Kandace felt the derisive cut of her own tongue. “Did you use your hellhound powers to locate them?”

  “The Hendersons are on a private plane headed for the Cayman Islands.” Zol drew her closer, into a more comfortable position.

  “Oooh, all those offshore bank accounts. No surprise. I wonder if a little magickal interference is needed?”

  “No need, love. The Moirae are re-weaving their fate.” Zin flattened his hand over a dimly lit oval, and they skimmed above the Nevada desert.

  “Hades allowed us a brief view of the Henderson’s life strings. Snip, snip,” Zol rasped, his tone one of dry amusement.

  “A snip here. A snip there,” Kandace sang. “With no strings attached and no string theory involved.”

  “No theory involved, indeed.” Zin kept his gaze fastened on the direction they traveled. “Clever, darling.”

  Giddy over the good news, Kandace continued speaking whatever entered her head. “You see, my spider friends know how the universe spins. They know about stringing strings together. Okay, I’m officially babbling.”

  Zin and Zol rumbly laughed as if they did truly adore her. Kandace reached back caressing her palm along Zol’s jawline.

  She sighed, her happiness tingling though her. Given how fickle that feeling could be, Kandace savored.

  Zol pressed one of his debonair kisses to her palm. “Spiders and a guaruvyr, brother. We are in for some lifestyle changes.”

  Zin palmed her thigh for a moment, and it felt as elation fizzed her skin. “Those are changes I am anticipating.”

  “I can’t believe you two…in a good way.” Thinking to reward her hellhounds, Kandace reached for the plate Zol had placed on top of the console. “More brisket?”

  “Yes, Kandy love,” they crooned together.

  Within minutes, the three of them polished off the delectable meat. Zol handed her a linen napkin, then put the remains in the sack on the floor.

  Zin arrowed the Twilight Mirage toward a distant range. “We will be taking a shortcut through the mountains soon.”

  “Through the mountains? How?” Kandace peered out the window, but their incredible speed blurred any features of the land below.

  “There are several valleys often used by extraterrestrial craft as travel lanes.” Zol shifted position, peering into the bag behind the console.

  “Isn’t black ops lurking?” Kandace frowned. “How invisible is the Twilight Mirage?”

  “We appear like a faint shadow to human sight,” Zin answered. “Yes, they always lurk like fleas. However, their technological and psychic attacks have had no effect against us. The Twilight Mirage is infused with Hades’ power.”

  Kandace heard the bag rustle, and Zol straightened behind her. “So far, love, the various types of advanced gadgetry either malfunctions or turns against them. We believe they no longer intend to interfere with our travel.”

  “Although, we are ever vigilant. Any newly invented weapon or device will likely be tested on us.” Zin altered their skimming flight toward a V-shaped cut in the mountain wall.

  “Pecan pie,” Zol teased close to her ear. He placed the container before her, opening the lid. “Do you have room, darling?”

  “Oooh…looks completely scrumptious.” Surprised by her pangs of hunger, Kandace picked up the plastic fork, and dug in. Her eyes closed as she relished the combination of pecans, caramel, and pie crust.

  “Bites?” she asked, after eating about half of the dessert.

  “Yes, we bite,” Zin darkly rasped.

  Kandace paused, flipped her gaze to him, her fork held in mid-air.

  “Shall we do some nibbling on your erogenous zones later, darling?”

  Zol’s torrid tone and his suggestive question caused her sexy parts to somersault.

  Still, Kandace felt her rambunctious spirit rise. She tossed her hair, rolled her shoulders, then haughtily drawled, “Maybe…I’ll allow your sinfully sexy hellhoundness to please me later.”

  “Rrrrruff ruff.”

  Zin and Zol barked like the playhounds they were, startling her, yet making her all needy and juicy.

  “Rrrrruff ruff ruff.” They barked more seductively.

  “Ooooh, if I were wearing panties, you’d be melting them off, you double-trouble, decadent hounds.”

  “Rrrrrrrrruff,” they chorused.

  “Okay, you asked for it…tempting me this way.” Cutting off a large piece, Kandace forked the pie and whipped around. She shoved it in Zol’s mouth just as he was about to bark again.

  His surprised, then amused expression was definitely gratifying. However, Zin’s lustful gravelly bark did not gratify. Her clit pulsed, wanting satisfaction.

  Instead of moaning with need, Kandace stabbed off another piece. “You, too, naughty sex-hound.”

  Twisting fast, she aimed for Zin’s mouth. Like an overeager dog, he snatched the pie off the fork tines. With a triumphant expression on his face, he chewed.

  Still, his gaze didn’t waver and soon they soared through the natural, red rock archway. “Super impressive piloting, handsome.”

  The passage narrowed toward the end, unnerving Kandace a bit, but then they flew over a wide valley between towering striated walls of rock.

  “Enemy ahead,” Zol stated matter-of-factly.

  Feeling her witchy powers sizzle on, Kandace sent her awareness ahead of them. Three phantom-like craft, shaped like boomerangs, streaked toward them.

  Kandace dropped her fork.

  Chapter Thirty-Six:

  Red Baron-style Dogfight

  Aurora fighters, fifth generation. Kill pilots, Zol telepathed to Zin. Advanced shielding around weapons.

  They must be looking for a dogfight.

  Zin engaged the Twilight Mirage’s magma core, preparing for the encounter. The core was highly volatile and they rarely had need for its extreme energy output.

  His witch’s power vibrated through him, and Zol followed the projection of her mind, viewing what she saw. As the fork slipped from her fingers, his canine reflexes took over. With one hand he caught it, then grabbed the container, tossing them in the sack.

  “What…what are those?”

  Zol stroked his Kandy’s shoulders to ease her fright while he and Zin communed, deciding on how best to explain.

  “They are known as kill craft because their mission is to patrol and eliminate certain extraterrestrial enemies. They will also attack for the sake of sport, and to try out new weaponry when flown by hybrid pilots.”

  “Oh. Not good.” After drawing in a few quick breaths, she asked, “Hybrid human pilots?”

  Zol couldn’t answer. Before his mind’s eye, he observed the Aurora fighters shoot three ruby-driven lasers at them. The beams joined as one, amplifying their destructive force by ten.

  Zin banked sharply, sparing the pilots a nasty consequence. The laser would have energy-reversed, striking them, if the Twilight Mirage had been struck.

  Zagging them back on course, Zin ascended fast. “They’ve spun and are riding our tails,” he reported.

  “Magickal interference now?” Kandy asked, her tone anxious, but not panicked.

  “Not yet, love,” Zol replied. “They haven’t deployed a weapon dangerous to us.”

  “Yet,” she muttered, clearly not convinced.

  “Could this be a retaliatory attack from the global friends of our prey, the chameleon agent?” Zol asked Zin.

  “I am not sensing a connection. However, they are dogged in their pursuit,” Zin drily cracked.

  As a matter of caution, Zol telepathed the scenario to Hades’ hellhound assistants.

  Seconds later, Zin dropped the Twilight Mirage like a rock, and they jetted above the valley floor. Simultaneously, Zol wrapped his arms around his Kandy Apple, securing her o
n his lap.

  “Wow, talk about popping ears,” she murmured.

  “New, thin-beam particle weapon,” Zin announced what his psi-viewing discovered. “However, harmless to us.”

  “Harmless?” Kandy’s tiny nails dug into the top of his hand.

  “Harmless, indeed, darling,” Zol assured.

  “If they continue their pursuit we will not be harmless to them.”

  Zin halted their flight speed so rapidly, they hovered, nearly motionless. The Twilight Mirage rocked, the wind shear blasting around them. Zol embraced his precious witch tightly as he kept them stable on the seat.

  “What the ass-crap is that?”

  Fear colored his Kandy’s voice. Ahead of them, diamond-glistening rays formed what looked like an upside-down Victorian fan. Immense in size, the connected bands of light also towered above them.

  “Ah, the trap-prey-in-a-net trick.” Zol used his bantering tone.

  “Up we go,” Zin crooned snappily. “Flying high in the sky.”

  As if they rode on a giant invisible elevator, he shot the Twilight Mirage straight up. Once Zin stopped and hovered, he accelerated like a torpedo, and gave chase to the three Aurora craft far ahead of them.

  The pilots slowed quickly, realizing their neutron snare had failed. After hanging motionless for a split second, they formed a vertical wedge then performed a tight loop. The Auroras charged the Twilight Mirage, looking like a spectral arrowhead.

  “Uh…magick now?” Tiny sparks from her fingertips tickled Zol’s arm.

  “Save your witchy powers for a dire situation, my darling.”

  Zol loosened his hold on her a bit, and locked gazes with his twin.

  “Dire,” she muttered, as he and Zin decided on a precise course of action.

  The instant he unlocked his gaze, Zol felt his witch tense, ready to do magickal battle.

  “Dire rhymes with fire,” she intoned.

  “No need, love. We have the fire power.” Zin flattened his palm on the red neon circle as it appeared on the dash. “Time for those pups to learn a lesson. On the ready.”

  “On the ready, brother.”

  After enfolding his Kandy inside one arm, Zol reached forward, and placed his hand above an identical red circle. Their scatter beam would be activated once he pressed.