Nanae set her feet on the ground, on either side of Izzy’s head and pushed the top of her thighs against the mattress’s side with his knees. In the sixty-nine position, with Nanae standing behind her, they could achieve what Izzy planned. She was still bound, her wrists together behind her. Nanae wrapped one hand around the cuffs and lifted gently. Now only her pregnant belly pressed against Israel. Nanae gripped the flanged end and pulled the butt plug part of the way out, then penetrated her again. The gentle swell of the dildo stretched her back entrance. When it had done its maximum good, Nanae removed it and tossed it to the side. His cock, still wet from her pussy, pushed against her rosebud. He callously pushed the head, much larger than the plug, past her anal sphincter. He stopped, and when she squirmed, he released his hold on her bonds, grabbed her by the hair and forced her down onto Izzy’s erection.
Inch by stretching inch, Nanae penetrated Camilla’s tightest orifice while directing her head’s movement up and down on Israel. Her throat squeezed Izzy, massaging him as she made her indistinguishable verbal protests. He groaned with pleasure, his mouth against her vulva. He licked her from clit to perineum. He spoke against her. “Cum for us, Chickadee.” He sucked her clitoris, swollen and poking free of its hood, into his mouth. He circled it with his tongue, squeezed it with his lips, and scraped it with his teeth.
Nanae picked up the pace and ferocity with which he fucked his Sinnis with his monster member and throat fucked her with his Lilitu’s massive manhood. She made the most pleasurable, tortured sounds, confirming that she was enjoying this domination. The three of them came at the same time, and the end was just as violent as the act.
Nanae rolled her off Israel and onto her side. He took off her wrist cuffs as Izzy undid her gag. She worked her jaw, flipped to her back and stretched her arms out to her sides. Her legs hung over the edge of the bed, and she felt something between them. She sat up and looked down over her belly to see Izzy’s brunette head. He started gobbling up her extra-sensitive snatch, and Nanae lay down beside her. He gingerly fingered her nipples, and then as her breathing quickened, signaling Izzy’s success, Nanae palmed her breast, rolling it. “I know you are hungry. We will feed you dinner as soon as Israel has fed.”
That plan sounded just fine to Camilla.
CAMILLA’S PHONE rang. She looked at the caller ID and answered. “Melissa, I’m so glad you called me back. I have wonderful news.”
On the other end, Melissa didn’t wait to hear it. “I’m sorry I haven’t called in so long. Millie, I—Tom is dying. His cancer has metastasized; it’s spread to almost every major organ. I wanted to call you sooner, but Mom wouldn’t have it. She’s so stubborn. Millie, she’s drinking again. Little Tom is dying, and she isn’t even there with him. I didn’t even know he really remembered you all that much. I mean you left when he was little, and Mom never talks about you.” She paused. When Camilla didn’t say anything, she added, “But he’s asking for you.”
“I’m coming.” Her answer was clipped. She silently cursed her mother for being so hateful. Camilla could have healed Tom easily. He hadn’t needed to suffer. But of course, her family didn’t know about her gift. They only thought she was cursed.
“Hurry. He’s in room 1578.” Melissa hung up.
Damn it. They had him in a hospital. Camilla’s ability was hindered by technology, as was Nanae’s. She couldn’t go in to save her little brother without losing her child. She had to get Tom out of there. She needed a plan, but first, she had to figure out how to get to Utah. Nothing about this was going to be easy.
The balloons made that squinking hollow sound when they rubbed against each other as Israel pulled them out of the car door opening. They were at the hospital, thanks to the cab, who’d stopped at the nearest party store on the way. The cab—a van, thank goddess—was already crowded with Nanae’s oversized frame, even with tiny Camilla to balance it out. He took up the whole middle row, and Izzy and Camilla crowded into the back with the stuffed elephant. They didn’t have any luggage. Their plan would be over in a few hours anyway. None of them had thought past that.
Israel looked uncomfortable. Camilla gave him a good luck kiss and tidied his homemade Make-A-Wish T-shirt. What they were doing was very illegal. It wasn’t unethical though. What could be more moral than saving a dying child? Nanae was the only one who seemed calm. Izzy watched his two lovers turn the corner, leaving him standing in front of the main entrance to Pioneer Regional Medical Center.
Israel hadn’t been without them for any real length of time since his turn, especially in large groups of strangers. He had made it through the plane ride without shifting, only by sitting between them. The flight attendant had given them a scare by lusting after Jake Gyllenhaal, who was on the cover of Israel’s magazine. He was anxious about going in by himself, but he’d practiced, and Camilla assured him that the desire levels in a children’s cancer wing would be low enough for him to ignore. Nurses there wouldn’t be thinking about sex.
He strode in past the admittance desk and a formidable-looking matronly nurse. He nodded at her, getting only a scowl in return. She looked over her paperwork as he checked the directory hanging next to the elevators. He pushed the button before knowing what floor room 1578 was on. By the look of that head nurse, he might only get one chance. He’d figured out that the pediatric wing was the fourth floor by the time the lift binged, signaling its arrival. He maneuvered the balloons and elephant into the elevator. When he turned and hit the appropriate button, Izzy could see she had picked up the phone, probably to warn the nurses on floor four.
Maybe they shouldn’t have announced where he was going with the shirt, balloons, and giant stuffed animal.
He rode up to the Muzak version of Michael Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal” playing softly. He looked at himself in the reflective surface of the elevator doors. Aside from the ridiculous trappings, he actually looked better than he had in years. Maybe better than he ever had. His thin frame was well defined, his muscles sculpted, his skin blemish free. Even his hair was shinier. His eyes had a sparkle to them. Maybe being Lilitu wasn’t the curse Nanae thought. It certainly looked good on him. Israel had never felt better in all his life. It was as if he were born to be a Lilitu.
Floor four. The moment of truth. The doors could open to an ordinary hospital hall, or a dozen security guards could be waiting to arrest the Make-A-Wish impostor. There was a bing, and the doors slid open painfully slowly. What met Israel was neither of his predictions. He was met with clapping and cheering and maybe every nurse on duty that night. They ushered him in and up to the desk, where a much more pleasant, if still matronly, head nurse greeted him.
“Who’s the lucky child?”
Israel, still shocked that they were going to get away with this, just stared at her.
“Honey, who are you here to see?”
Shit. Izzy had no idea what Camilla’s maiden name was. Daughters took the last name of the organizations founder, Clarice Lovejoy. He put on his most confident smile and said, “I’m here to take Tom in room 1578 to see the elephants.”
The cheering stopped.
Israel had said something wrong. Maybe that wasn’t how Make-A-Wish granters talked. How the hell was he supposed to know? The nurse’s voice jolted him back from the edge of panic.
“Someone should have called you, sweetie. Tom Brewster fell into a coma a few hours ago.” She added quietly, “He’s probably not going to make it through the weekend.” She pointed down the hallway to her right. “Right down there. Only his Dad is with him, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you dropped off the balloons before you left.”
Israel turned and walked stiff-legged toward the room. He really needed to get the boy to Camilla, but their whole plan was ruined if he couldn’t get Tom outside the hospital. He didn’t relish trying to steal a dying child. Time for plan B.
Too bad they hadn’t come up with a plan B before dropping Israel off at the hospital.
CAMILLA AND Nanae stood
in the alley next to one of the many side entrances of the hospital. Like most hospitals, Pioneer RMC was a sprawling network of tentacle-like wings. They were where they told Izzy they’d wait, but they had no idea how close room 1578 was to their chosen exit. It was the closest to their prearranged hotel room.
Camilla was anxious, and Nanae held her close. She didn’t see Genevieve’s guardian Samsiel appear. He had promised to meet them at this exact moment and was right on time. He was the only way this plan worked. So far from the Capacitors, Camilla couldn’t pull from their stored power. She could absorb the ambient lingering power of those around her, but that was slow. Tom was dying, and she needed to work fast. Samsiel had volunteered to meet them, saying that he couldn’t be away from Genevieve for long enough to travel with them. Why he thought leaving later than them would give him less time away from Genevieve didn’t make sense to Camilla. Maybe he flew there. They all had wings. She’d forgotten to ask Nanae about it.
A low growl from Nanae warned Camilla of Samsiel’s arrival. She spun around, but Nanae kept his arms around her, effectively caging her against him. He traced a design on her baby bump with one finger. Samsiel was on one knee in the alley, his cloak pooling around him, covering everything but his head. He had stopped quite a distance from them. She held out her hand to him, but when his gaze lifted from the ground to her offered appendage, Nanae growled again. She elbowed him, but as short as she was, it hit his hip, hurting her more than him.
Samsiel moved toward them. He kept his eyes averted and his shoulders slumped in a submissive stance. Camilla felt Nanae tense once the other guardian was close enough to touch them.
“Sam,” was all she said. Camilla might be a woman of few words, but those words were fraught with meaning. She had greeted him, thanked him, and asked him to proceed all in one. Her hand was still out, but he didn’t take it.
Instead, he avoided looking at her. He looked around and over her to Nanae. “I will have to touch.”
Camilla had used Sam’s power before. A few times, actually. She was almost used to their slightly charged bodies. She wondered why he was acting so timid. She didn’t see the slight incline of Nanae’s head, but she felt the rumble in his chest and wondered at it. It wasn’t like they were going to do anything. Why would he be jealous of a little hand holding?
Sam took her hand and turned it. He put his lips to her wrist but never took his eyes from Nanae. “He who is for the One” was clearly afraid of Nanae, but she didn’t know why. She considered it for a fraction of a second before she was too distracted by the transfer of power. It felt good, like the afterglow of sex, but it waxed instead of waned away. It built, warming her almost to the level of pain, like a roaring fire after an afternoon in the snow.
Camilla was vaguely aware that her cell phone was chirping at her, and she was very aware of Nanae’s hand as it slipped into the pocket of her maternity dress. She let out a small moan at the pressure of his hand on her hip bone.
Samsiel apologized. “I am sorry, brother. Your blood has made her sensitive to us. She is able to accept more power than before. I was unprepared for that. I did not know you had claimed your Sinnis.” His breath on her wrist made Camilla’s knee’s weak.
“I have no Sinnis Ina Ummum Zumru.” Nanae opened the tiny phone. “Yes?” He paused. “Stay there. I will find a way.” He ended the call. “Samsiel Maru, we have further need of you. Can you spare a few minutes more for a child of my mother’s line?”
“For the Nephilim who delivered my Sinnis into this world? Anything. What would you have me do?”
Camilla heard the two talking but was so lost in her stupor that she couldn’t follow what they were saying. Was that even English they were speaking? Was she drunk? She couldn’t remember. No, certainly not. She was pregnant for goddess sake. There was an ache inside, a hollow place that needed filling. She leaned back into Nanae. She didn’t care if Sam was still there or not. She heard herself say, “Where’s Izzy? I need him. I need you. I need…something.”
Nanae murmured that Izzy was on his way, that he would give her what she needed, and that he understood and was sorry. Sorry for what? She felt great. Nanae moved them both to the one car in the alleyway. Camilla remembered it. It must belong to a doctor on call, because it was so close to the door in a special spot, and it was nice. Very expensive. Then she was inside. The leather was soft on her backside. Her dress was up around her ribcage, and her panties had disappeared. She arched her back and may have said, “Yes,” when Nanae slipped his hands between her knees, spreading her thighs.
He knelt beside the open door and leaned into the car. The world melted around her, and there was nothing but Nanae’s hands, big and warm, tingling against her open thighs. Her left knee rested against the backrest of the back seat, and her right foot fell to the floorboard. Without preamble, Nanae slipped his pointer finger between her labia, moved up and circled her clitoris, then brought it back down on the other side. That finger slipped between her folds again, only to disappear inside her slick opening.
He slid in and out while his thumb drew designs around her sensitive mound. It felt out of this world. She made some indistinguishable noise, and all she could think was more. She wanted more of Nanae inside her. Understanding her wordless request, Nanae obligingly added his middle finger.
He pumped, wishing he could replace his fingers with his cock. She needed something else. He could feel her teetering on the edge of a great orgasm, but she needed more to tip her over. He couldn’t use his mouth; she needed the prana and power to heal her brother. Nanae thought about what Izzy would do and realized: Camilla had become accustomed to having two men with her. Nanae slipped his not-so-small pinkie finger into her ass on his next thrust forward.
Camilla’s orgasm ripped through her body and sound tore through her throat. She had no idea what she screamed. The world went white, and she was flying. Maybe she was falling. She couldn’t breathe. As she regained consciousness after the biggest orgasm she’d ever had, she realized she was being held.
Nanae was holding her like a baby, with her knees over one of his arms and her neck against the other. He cradled her to his chest and kissed her softly when she sighed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and forced him close for a harder kiss. With that mega-sized climax added to whatever Sam had given her, Camilla had enough power for a full night of healing. Easily.
Camilla’s legs were steady enough for her to be standing by the time Izzy came through the automatic doors pushing a wheelchair. “Daddy?” Her father sat in the chair holding Tom. It had been years since she’d seen them, and she barely recognized either. Her dad was an old man, his usual black hair and mustache were gray, and his shoulders slumped. He was thin, but not as thin as Tom. The boy looked closer to seven than ten years old. Tom wasn’t awake, and Daddy didn’t look all there.
“What happened?” Camilla asked when Izzy got close enough to hear.
“The nurse said he fell into a coma a few hours ago. They said he couldn’t go anywhere. Your dad didn’t want to risk moving him out of the hospital at first, and by the time I convinced him you were here to help him, the nurse was suspicious. She said we couldn’t check him out without your mom’s signature. I called your cell, but Raphe said to wait there. Then, out of nowhere, Samsiel showed up. Your dad hasn’t said anything since he spoke with Sam. Sam helped us get loaded up and then just walked us right past the nurses’ station and guards. It was like nobody could see us.”
“No one could.” Samsiel, having just walked up, spoke from behind Izzy. “I must get back to the One.”
“Of course.” Nanae’s voice was gruff. Curt even. Camilla looked up at him and could clearly see his jaw muscles clenching. She turned back to say thanks to Sam, but the Guardian to the One was already gone.
“I AM quite certain,” Samsiel said to Nathalia and Kafziel. He had tabalu’d directly into Genevieve’s nursery, the room he most often occupied, and checked on the sleeping baby. Then he’d gone ri
ght to see the First couple. “He denies her, but it is clearly read on his face. He loves her.”
“Love does not a Sinnis make.”
“No, but you did not see how she reacted to my power source nor how protective he was of her. They have exchanged blood. He drinks from her, and his blood courses through her veins in such great quantities that it has almost completely replaced her own. I am uncertain if she even knows he is giving it to her.”
She must not. I gave all the Daughters warnings of the effects of Nephilim blood. She would not have taken it willingly, not while her baby’s life hangs in the balance. I suspect she is his Sinnis, but because of his odd relationship with his Beast, he cannot admit it. We will find a way to convert her without raising the Beast’s alarm. Nathalia doubted they could achieve it without ending Camilla’s productive and fertile years. Nephilim didn’t procreate.
GETTING INTO the hotel was easy. Nanae kept them hidden so no one would report the sick boy’s location. The suite they paid for had three bedrooms. Camilla’s dad hadn’t wanted to leave Tom, but his need for sleep was obvious. Nanae removed the man’s fear, and now they could hear dear old Dad’s snoring three rooms over.
Tom lay on the bed, and Camilla sat beside him. She ran her hands over his prostrate body, her eyes closed and her mouth moving, muttering. She didn’t have to consciously heal. It would happen from proximity, but her concentration sped up the process. Already, the boy’s color was better. It would take at least a day or two to fully heal him, Camilla estimated after taking stock of his condition. Nanae could heal him quicker with a small blood donation and would if something happened. That was a last resort, they had decided, since Camilla wanted to be the one to save her brother.
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