There was a knock on the door just as he was zipping up. He doubled check to make sure the camera was recording before capping the second bottle and rushing to the door. The door opened to reveal the tired-looking agent that was his surveillance partner. The guys eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn’t gotten any downtime since his last shift. From the horror stories Vernon heard circulating about the college op, the guy probably didn’t want to sleep. Nightmares had a way of fucking with your head just as much as sleep deprivation.
“Shift change,” he announced, and handed over a steaming hot cup of coffee. “Anything?” the guy went straight to the laptop and camera, barely glancing at the whiteboard.
“Nothing,” Vernon growled, as he spent a few extra seconds cleaning up the piss on the table. It didn’t bother the other agent, who poured a bunch of empty bottles out of a bag he brought with him.
Vernon collected his bottles, said something about calling him if the other agent saw anything, and left. He didn’t go far. They had the room right across the hall from the surveillance suite. That room didn’t smell much better, but there was no tinge of urine. The first thing Vernon did was take a shower. The warm water eased the tension and knots in his back and shoulders that even a shifter suffered from after two days sitting hunched over in front of a window. It felt good to get clean, but feeling refreshed was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to sleep for the next twenty-four hours before he went back on shift. He wanted to usher in twenty-twenty-one with a wet dream, or something better than the shitshow the end of twenty-twenty had been.
He was just getting under the covers when there was a knock on the door. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” he checked his phone, but there were no new messages from anyone.
Still, he couldn’t ignore it, so he slipped on a bathrobe and went to see who it was. The spyhole showed a back turned to him, and that was a red flag. He grabbed his colt from the bed and flicked the chamber to quad rounds before hiding it behind his back. He kept the security chain attached, not that it would do shit against anything that wanted in, but it would give him an extra moment to pull the trigger.
“I didn’t order any room service,” he stated as he opened the door a sliver.
“That’s too bad,” a familiar voice replied. “I thought you wanted some dessert.”
“Becky!” Suddenly, he wasn’t tired at all. He nearly broke the security chain himself as he struggled to get the door open. “Why do you look like a twenties, gumshoe detective?” he really didn’t care about the floor length duster as he wrapped her in a hug.
She hugged him back possessively, and that made him smile. “I got cleared from the hospital and gave your boss a call. She can’t hire me without going through the UN’s recruitment process, but she attached me as a law enforcement consultant because of my experience with the case.”
“That’s great, just great,” Vernon beamed, and took a good look at her.
She looked good. There was no residual trace of the pain the silver had inflicted on her. If anything, she’d put on some lipstick and eyeliner.
“We just gonna stand out in the hallway, or are you going to invite me in?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry,” he ushered her into the room, and caught her sharp inhale at the stank. “Sorry about that. We haven’t had much time to straighten up, and the last thing we want is the cleaning staff poking around,” his cheeks heated with embarrassment, and he went around the room trying to pick up discarded clothing, and throw away take-out boxes.
While he hurriedly cleaned, Becky took a seat on the bed and thumbed on the TV. She tuned to one of the numerous New Year’s Eve shows. The pop icon of the week was performing their hit song at someplace near Time’s Square. It was basically the same as every other New Year’s Eve, just different faces and music. The big countdown clock in the bottom right said they were only fifteen minutes to the ball drop.
“I’ll need to slot you into the rotation. I’ll bump my guy so we can be teamed together, or do you want to work with someone else to avoid any appearance of favoritism?” he asked as he smashed a Styrofoam burger box to make more room in the trashcan. Despite his prodigious strength, even he could only fit so much mass into a space.
“I want you to open your Christmas present?” Becky replied, and there was something in her voice that made Vernon turn.
The mountain-lion shifter had discarded the trench coat. She was nearly naked underneath. Two very thin strips of cloth made a T across her body. The first cut across her chest and over her full breasts and nipples, but did nothing to hide how hard they were. They were straining against the red fabric that was supposed to symbolize holiday cheer. The other headed south between her breast, over her taught stomach, and down between her legs.
His cock responded to the stimuli, and pitched a tent despite the heavy bathrobe. “I guess I’ve been a good boy,” he discarded the robe, and smiled when he saw her breathing quicken.
“Oh no, you’re so very, very bad,” she leaned back as Vernon laid down on top of her and kissed her.
It started off slow and passionate, but quickly became yearning and possessive. His cock would have slipped right inside her if not for the stubborn, thong piece of fabric. Instead, he ended up grinding his dick against the ribbon while Becky gave little moans as friction built against her clit. Their tongues tangoed until they both couldn’t take it anymore.
He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. She wiggled her ass suggestively, and he gave it a firm slap and squeeze. He ran his hands up her muscled back, feeling the strength of her body. She shivered with delight, and gave a small gasp when he started to trail kisses along her flesh. He had ulterior motives. He brought those kisses close to her wrappings, and ripped the ribbon with his teeth. She laughed, and he trailed more kisses down toward her ass before moving into position.
He had two choices. Option one was her asshole, but he’d never been given the okay for that, so he focused on option two, her glistening pussy. She was wet, ready, and was practically backing up into his dick at this point. He teased her lips with his throbbing tip, and slowly pushed into her.
“Oh gods,” she moaned as he gradually pushed in until his full length was inside her. Then, he slowly pulled out, until just the tip of his dick remained.
He could feel her frantic breathing, her yearning for him, so he slowly reinserted himself.
“Yes, Vernon, yes,” she moaned into the dirty comforter as he continued to slowly fuck her belly-down doggystyle.
He kept a fist full of her ass in his hand at all times as he searched for her G-spot. With his other hand, he grabbed her under her chin, tilted her head back, and kissed her like she was the only woman on the planet that meant anything. He knew the moment he hit her G-spot. Her body tensed in orgasm, and she bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Aah,” she groaned nonsensically, as her walls clenched around his cock. The pressure drove him close to release, but he held back. There was still so much he wanted to do to her.
When her body relaxed, he picked up the pace; shifting a hand underneath her to grab a firm tit and pinch her nipple. He could feel the grin on her lips as they continued to make out.
“I want you on top of me,” she said after an indeterminate period of time. “I want you deep inside me.”
He thought he was already balls deep inside her, but he wasn’t about to argue with the woman. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her fluids, as she flipped herself over, grabbed his dick in one hand, and his hip with another. Their eyes met and he saw the fire and desire burning in her. It made his cock twitch in anticipation as she guided him back inside her.
He wanted to go slow, to make this last forever, but she wasn’t having any of it. She bucked against him, grinding her slit against his pelvic bone, and moaning loud enough he was sure they’d get some noise complaints. He started to drive into her faster and stronger, and soon, both their minds gave completely into the prima
l urge.
“Ten . . .” the countdown to midnight started in the background. “Nine . . . eight . . . seven . . .” he thrusted to the countdown. “Six . . . five . . .” he picked it up and felt his balls start to constrict. “Four.”
“I’m gonna cum,” he announced.
“Three . . . two . . .” instead of releasing him so he could pull out, she wrapped her legs tighter around him and pulled him fully inside her.
“One . . . Happy New Year!”
Most couples just kiss at midnight, but Vernon blew an extra-sized nut in his girlfriend. “Oh fuck!” her walls tightened again, and she started grinding her hips clockwise against him. His sensitive tip hit her cervix, and then some, which elicited another stream of spunk.
Auld Lang Syne started to play in the background as they finished, and Vernon just lay on top of her. Her breasts heaved underneath him, and he could relate. That had been a great fuck.
“What did we just . . .?” realization hit him hard.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a shifter-strength morning-after pill in my bag,” she calmed him. “I just wanted to feel it inside me,” it was as much a plea as an explanation.
Becky had nearly died, and she wanted to feel alive. He could relate to that. He calmed her, and gave her a long kiss to ease her mind. Neither of them wanted any cubs, but they wanted to feel together in the most intimate way possible.
“I thought if you were bad you got a lump of coal,” he said after several moments of postcoital bliss.
She laughed, pecked him on the lips, and gave him a push so he could ease out of her. A glob of semen followed his dick as he pulled out of her, and spilled onto the sheets. There was no way they could get away with ignoring the maids now. He went to get her water as she went to fetch the contraceptives from her bag. She tossed the horse pill back and washed it down with the glass.
There wasn’t going to be a repeat tonight, but he was okay with that. He was warm with satisfaction, the buildup in his balls was gone, his girlfriend was here, and he had another body for surveillance. As far as Christmas gifts went, he’d just won the jackpot.
***
Aveena didn’t give a shit about the humans New Year’s celebration. If anything, it showed how weak and short their pathetic lives were. A few dozen of these and they were a blood bag in the ground. She was beginning to hate being in this realm, and being in this city only heightened that feeling.
“I’m running out of time,” she felt an itch between her shoulder blades that she couldn’t scratch, and she didn’t try in front of her people.
She only had three days left, and so far, she had nothing to show for all her hard work. Saffron was sitting with the South African mercenary, going over the latest facial recognition results. The two had been attached at the hip for days. They hid it well; they sat together going over contingency operations, or refining the parameters of the search criteria within the LVPD and federal servers they were piggybacking on. Aveena was pretty sure they were attached at the crotch when she wasn’t looking. She’d have to do something about that, but Saffron could get mopey when her latest toy suddenly broke.
“Another day, and then I have no choice . . . fuck,” she looked into the closet where boxes with military markings were filled with plastic explosives.
She’d need something big enough to clear the hotel and allow her people to get in disguised as first responders. That meant massive destruction, maybe damaging the foundation, or taking down one of the resort’s wings. Either way, hundreds would die. That didn’t bother her. What did was the flack the Fae would get if it ever became known they were involved. It was basically a declaration of war, and The Nine didn’t want that; at least, not yet.
Either way, it looked like all the mercenaries in the room would have to meet with unfortunate ends. “The only question is how?” she mused when a loud beep echoed through the room.
Everyone froze and looked at one of the monitors. The tech working it look surprised at first, but then his fingers flew across the keyboard.
“What is it?” she caused the man to jump. He didn’t even hear her move.
“We got a spike on one of the warded cameras,” he stated.
Saffron was able to use her connections to link up with a retired LVPD mage. He knew the spell to recognize a Fae’s glamour. It couldn’t see through it, but it could recognize it. If the old detective had any misgivings, Saffron’s smile and an envelope of cash made them evaporate. They’d only been able to get a third of the cameras warded, but it was enough to have at least one angle of each entrance covered.
“Where?” Aveena was practically breathing down the guy’s neck, and she could smell he was thrilled and terrified by the attention.
He hit his keyboard like it owed him money and brought up the feed and a freeze frame. “The front entrance,” he sounded as surprised as she felt.
“Cocky bastards,” she looked at the picture, willing it to reveal the true identities of the people strolling out the entrance like they were headed to dinner and a show.
A glowing nimbus surrounded two of the individuals on the screen, while the other two looked like plain, ordinary bodyguards. Famous people went in and out of Caesars all the time, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. The cameras showed them hopping into a black SUV with tinted windows and driving away.
“Do we have the vehicle?” she shot Saffron a look. Thankfully, the dryad wasn’t too busy dry humping the mercenary captain to do her job.
“We’ve got it on the street cameras heading toward the university,” she pulled up the footage of the SUV heading down East Flamingo Road.
“I want a team on that SUV,” Aveena ordered. “You’ll lead it, Saffron. If it’s Cam, you’ll call me in and I’ll take him down. If this is a decoy, then we’re not out of position,” she weighed her options.
“Yes, ma’am,” Saffron sauntered out of the room, with four men carrying concealed weapons.
“Rock,” Aveena turned to her new troll, “go with her. If she needs muscle, you’re it.”
The other Fae grunted and lumbered after the dryad. He’d been stewing for days. He wanted to fuck the nature Fae, but she was fucking the human. It would work well for Aveena to let him have his fun with the captain when this was all said and done.
“It’s a win-win for everyone,” she smiled and settled in to watch the hodgepodge of feeds following the closest thing to a lead she’d had since she received this mission.
She prayed to all the gods; old, new, Fae, and human that this was Cam. Otherwise, she was totally fucked.
Chapter 14
The line was at least two hundred yards long; two full football fields of people waiting to be let in. Dani walked right past them like they didn’t exist. It was funny because she didn’t look like the strong, confident, buxom dwarf who could cow people with a look.
I was by no means a master of glamour. Lark drove that point home to me every day since I’d learned the rudimentary use of my new Fae gift. What I had done was learn enough to cast a glamour over myself and others; which, was the test I had to pass to get the VIP passes to the porn convention. As far as Christmas presents went, what else would you expect from a succubus?
There were four passes total; one for me, one for a guest, and two for the guards I had to bring along. I wanted to bring Lilith, but she had meetings. It was the beginning of the calendar year, and apparently that meant updating various companies’ vision statements, detailing first quarter goals and expectations, going over profit and loss from the last quarter, and generally other stuff you’d learn in an MBA class that I didn’t give a shit about.
With no Lilith, my next choice was Dani. Fern looked a little disappointed she wouldn’t get out, but I gave her the day off. She could roam the resort as she saw fit, but more importantly, go on the cleaning spree I knew she’d been planning. The pixie wasn’t hard to read, and was easy to please.
Since she knew she was going to tag along, Dani put in a request for
her glamour. She couldn’t go out as herself; being a wanted woman and all that. It wasn’t a big request, she just wanted to be tall and leggy for once. I smiled when I worked my magic around her that morning.
“Oh, fuck you, Cam,” she scowled in the mirror when she saw the finished product.
I’d made her look like a short Mrs. Doubtfire; gray hair going white, frumpy, and with a hooked nose filled with blackheads. If she thought she was going to get cozy with any of the male stars attending the event; think again.
“Paybacks a bitch,” I thought as I dodged the shoe she threw at me. She’d put me in a compromised position with Venus by entering the contest for a night with the boss; so, I retaliated by twat blocking her attempt to dine at the sausage fest. It was only fair.
Still, frumpy grandma Dani strode forward past the line of people waiting to get into the porn festival. A few people shot us angry looks and a few choice words, but she ignored them. I did to, but my eyes were on the vendors. There were about a dozen guys hawking merchandise like it was the bottom of the seventh at a Yankee’s game. Some of the wares were clearly NSFW, but a few were clever puns, and all had gorgeous woman on them.
My favorite was the “I’m gonna blow your mind” t-shirt. Several of the world’s most famous porn stars had the caption beneath them while their mouths assumed the proper dick-sucking position. I had to admit it was sexy, and they were selling like hot cakes at . . .
“Thirty bucks!” my jaw dropped. “Who the hell spends thirty bucks on a t-shirt?”
I was never going to get an answer as we arrived at the front of the line. Two burly dudes in black blazers inscribed with the hotel logo stood guard on either side of the door. Between them were two gorgeous ladies. My guess was aspiring models. They were tall and leggy, just like Dani’s glamour wish. They were in tight, short, black skirts, white short-sleeved button downs about two sizes too small in the chest, and black bras that highlighted their top-heavy frames. I was a guy, and even I knew you didn’t wear a black bra with a white shirt; unless you were working the front door at a porn convention. Then it totally worked.
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