Courts and Cabals 3

by G. S. D'Moore

  Visualizing it was paramount. She needed to envision her man’s lust, feel his dick about to burst inside her, and explore every other erotic aspect about the experience. That’s what created the little extra oomph of power. Without it, she got nothing. She was basically a cannibal.

  “I want your hot cum in my pussy,” she edged him on. “Give it all to me, baby.”

  “I’m gonna . . .” she felt Cam’s balls tighten against her flesh as he slammed himself fully inside her.

  Despite his iron grip on her throat, she twisted around to look at his O-face. She tried not to laugh and ruin the moment. It wasn’t a pretty picture, but it was her picture. She looked deep into his blue eyes, traced the sharp angles of his face, and wanted to grab a handful of his mop of damp, blonde hair. She’d really had him work up a sweat this time.

  She made sure to jam a few extra fingers up her actual pussy when dream Cam came inside her. She could imagine his O-face perfectly. She’d seen it three times. Twice with her lips around his cock, and a third time while a naughty little pixie sucked him off. That didn’t sound like a lot, but his thermonuclear-level cum left quite an impression. That face was seared into her brain.

  Despite all the effort, and even with the overpowering memory of his super spunk flooding down her throat; there was only a weak tingle of extra power in the ether around her. She lapped it up like a dog who’d just spent a day walking through the Sahara.

  “Ugh!” Like always, it was nowhere close to satisfying; no matter how vividly she imagined the man who could do things to her no one else could. She hoped the real thing was better when it actually happened.

  “Three years,” she groaned as she finished feeding.

  Her eyes fluttered as she came out of the dream state. Her fingers were slick. Her panties soaked through. “I’ve got to remember to take them off,” she huffed.

  She was more than a little sexually frustrated. Even worse, people still had no fucking clue where Cam was. If she wanted his dick, even after she got out, she needed people to get their shit together and find her man.

  “Four weeks left. Or is it five . . . six . . . three?” she grunted as her frustration peaked. You’d expect people would only think about time in the big house, but the truth was, with the monotony, things tended to run together and create a never-ending mindfuck.

  “Prison sucks,” she admitted for the first time. Like denying it up until now somehow made her a badass able to defy reality.

  Just because the universe had a sense of humor, it took that moment to change her outlook on the future. “Cam!” the bond that had been missing for so long snapped back into reality. Suddenly, there was a comforting presence tickling the back of her mind.

  Her door might be locked, but it wasn’t soundproof. Actual guards came to check on her when they heard her laughing like a batshit-crazy bitch in the middle of the night.

  ***

  Lilith’s foot tapped impatiently against the linoleum floor. It was one of those floors that no matter how many times it was cleaned and waxed, you just couldn’t get the grime off it. Maybe it had something to do with the constant traffic, or maybe there was a metaphysical aspect to it. After all, it was a room where criminals regularly met. It’s always possible it left a stain on the fabric of reality to have that type of darkness – some would even say evil – congregated in a single place. Magic was weird like that, but Lilith really didn’t give a shit. She wasn’t evil. She was annoyed. Her foot continued to pound the ground hard enough that the convicts at the nearby tables glared at her.

  She didn’t care. Her eyes darted back and forth between the large clock on the wall and the entrance door. Visiting hours had begun twenty minutes ago, which meant she had twenty less minutes to get things moving. Occasionally, she shot a glance at the guard. The man was standing professionally on the far side of the room. His head was on a swivel and his eyes were alert and watching for anyone that broke the rules. There was really only one big no-no during these hours: touching. If the prisoners couldn’t touch anyone, then a whole lot of potential problems were averted.

  She wouldn’t admit it, but she might have added the guard’s shoulders to Cam’s frame for her midnight fuckfest. Cam was the only one for her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make some dreamy improvements. The guard caught her looking and gave her a hard stare. She’d never even spoken to him in real life, so her attention, considering what she was, was definitely construed as a threat.

  She averted her gaze before he could throw her in solitary when a loud buzz announced the outer door being unlocked. She felt a tingle run down her spine as the wards dropped and then snapped back up. The visitor’s area had the least security in the entire prison, which was why only vanilla humans and low risk supernaturals were able to use it. That didn’t mean the authorities were willing to trust the prisoners. Solid, double doors, a trio of guards, and powerful warding kept the inmates from trying anything.

  A second buzz, and those safeguards parted to reveal a familiar face. Dani Underwood marched into the place with enough attitude that it drew the attention of half a dozen men near the door. She grinned as she spotted Lilith and headed over. She was barely over five feet, with a powerful, stocky body that would be classified by men as luscious. She was fifty percent tits, fifty percent ass, and ten percent hair. It didn’t matter if that added up to more than one hundred, because she was a lot of woman. She was also a dwarf blademaster who made some of the best weapons humanity could buy. She had preternatural strength, speed, enhanced senses, and could work unparalleled magic with earth and metal. On a power scale, she was far below Lilith, even before she finished succubus puberty, but put Dani against Susie the average supernatural and the dwarf would kick ass.

  She also liked Cam. She’d admitted to it during a jailhouse convo back in Vegas, but never spoke of it again. Lilith could tell it bothered her to have feelings for him. She was a live and let live, fuck and be fucked, type of person. Being nailed down to one dick was not her style, but Cam had a special dick. Lilith didn’t know if there was going to be a problem between them over Cam. They’d never talked about it. But with him back . . . who knew.

  Whistles and sexual comments followed Dani as she marched toward Lilith in a pair of tight jeans that a pretty woman really shouldn’t wear to prison; unless it’s a conjugal visit. She wore a t-shirt that was fighting a losing battle with her boobs, and read: Get Your Boyfriend To Stop Checking Out My Ass in bold script. She had a leather jacket folded over her arm, and she would have been carrying a motorcycle helmet if the guards let her bring it in.

  The dwarf was hot, and Lilith’s starving body reacted. She took a deep breath as Dani drew closer. Lilith could only masturbate in here, but maybe she could live vicariously through her old friend. Or at least get some new material for her bean flicking sessions. She breathed deep, and immediately ran into a problem. She didn’t smell the scent of another man.

  “Interesting,” it had been a few weeks. If Dani stuck to her usual pattern, she’d have hooked up with at least two guys by now.

  A kiss would tell how long it had been since the dwarf was intimate with anyone, but her and Dani weren’t the kissing type.

  “Not yet,” a place in the back of her mind, that had always imagined eating out the wild dwarf, decided to chime in.

  Before Lilith could wrap her mind around that, the dwarf plopped down in a chair across from the succubus, and gave her a big smile. Dani was eight years older than Lilith, and had spent her twenties as Lilith’s personal bodyguard. Despite the job and the responsibilities it entailed, Lilith was closer to the dwarf than any of her actual sisters.

  “You look like shit,” Dani looked worried.

  It was true. Lilith’s skin was paler than usual; like she’d spent too much time without a good dose of vitamin E. Her eyes were a bit more sunken. The skin of her face was pulled tight by malnutrition. Her hair lacked its usual luster, and orange was very much not her color. Normally, that wouldn�
�t matter; but when you were running on empty, it kind of showed. She looked a lot more human at the moment than ever before.

  “That’s the thing about prison, plenty of time to grab some extra beauty sleep,” Lilith joked, but quickly dispensed with the girl talk. “He’s back.”

  “Who, hemorrhoids? I know they say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but that shit goes with you everywhere,” Dani smiled, clearly missing the point.

  “No,” Lilith lowered her voice, and leaned closer. She saw the guard react from across the room, but she kept her hands unmoving on the table. “Cam. Cam is back. I felt him for the first time in months last night.”

  That sent Dani’s eyebrows into her hairline, and a shit-eating grin split her face. That glint in the dwarf’s eye told Lilith all she needed to know. At the absolute least, Dani wanted a second go at the sweet nectar that was Cam’s dick. She definitely wouldn’t admit it, especially to Lilith, but it was clear to the succubus that Dani was falling for the younger man. The eyes didn’t lie, but Lilith didn’t pursue that line of questioning. No one wanted to open up that can of worms right now.

  “No shit,” Dani leaned back when she sensed the guard angling for a closer look. “About time. His sense of timing has always been an issue.”

  “I know, right,” Lilith couldn’t stop the smile that split her face. Even as she talked about him, she paid constant attention to the slight pull on her consciousness that was their bond.

  “So, what’s the plan?” Dani asked, face serious. “Do you want me to round up a posse, bust you out of here, and take you to our man-friend?”

  A slight slip of the tongue was further confirmation of Dani’s real intentions.

  As good as that sounded, Lilith shook her head. “No, but I do want you to get a team together and go get him.”

  It was a simple request, but Dani knew better than that. Nothing concerning Cam was simple. “Where is he?” that was the hundred-thousand-bitcoin question.

  “South,” Lilith rotated in her seat and pointed in the general direction of where her bond told her he was.

  “How far South?” Dani knew the answer before Lilith even opened her mouth. “Gods damn it, Lilith. I don’t need a team. I need a fucking army if I’m going south of the border.”

  “Get my mother in on it. She probably wants Cam back as much as I do,” the succubus replied.

  Dani’s expression shifted, and Lilith’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

  “Let’s just say Venus is indisposed right now. I’ll run it past her, and try to get a solid team together, but I’ve got to get her permission before I cross into a warzone. Things have been quiet for the last month or so, and I don’t think anyone wants to break the peace. The Tikal would love it if we broke it, and I don’t know if the board is willing to do that; even for Cam.”

  “Dani,” Lilith’s voice took on a pleading edge. “Please. I wouldn’t ask you if there was another option. I’ve got a few weeks left on my sentence, but this is Cam we’re talking about.”

  Dani chuckled despite herself. “Yeah, that boy can find trouble anywhere,” she exhaled and rubbed her temples in slow, counterclockwise circles. “Fine. I’ll go find our man, but only after I get the green light.”

  “Thank you,” Lilith nodded, she’d have to accept that was the best she would get. She wanted to reach out and grasp her friend’s hand, but the guard was hovering, and touching would get her yard time taken away; so, she settled for a smile.

  “Besides,” Dani continued, “he’s only been back for what . . . twelve hours . . . what’s the worst that can happen?”

  Chapter 3

  “What the shit was that?” I scrambled back in the bed until my back hit the headboard.

  Honestly, I was surprised the door stood up to anything. This place was the Bates Motel, rape and murder addition, so I was pretty sure a light breeze would knock the whole building down. At the moment, I’d take the walls crumbling compared to whatever was trying to break in. The door shuddered in the frame but held for the moment. Dust puffed out all around the perimeter and created a haze.

  “What the hell’s going on, Night?” All the anger from our little spat vanished from Skella’s pretty face.

  All eyes turned to the woman closest to the door. I saw shame on her face, but also determination. Whatever she’d done, she wasn’t sorry.

  “I told you we needed to get back to campus, but you wouldn’t . . .” she didn’t get to finish.

  Whatever was outside smashed into the door again, and this time, the door didn’t live up to my low expectations. The top hinge practically exploded as the top half of the door crumpled. Long, sinuous claws appeared over the broken edge, and started to bend the wood in half like it was made of Play-Doh. I’d like to say there were only three high-pitched screams inside the room, but that would be a lie.

  “Someone get something to throw against the door,” I yelled, my throat sore from the B-List horror movie audition I’d just nailed.

  Butters and Skella looked for something to keep the creature from coming in and tearing us to shreds, but Night was the first to react. She turned toward the door, thrust out her hands, and the air seemed to shiver in front of her. I felt the pull of a vacuum as air solidified and slammed into the misshapen door. If she’d been a heartbeat quicker, she could have taken off the fingers of whatever the fuck had it out for us. A little blood splatter might even liven up the decor. The claws slipped out of the gap just before the door slammed back into its frame.

  “Right, she’s a Caeli mage,” I remembered.

  My only experience with the mages who controlled air was Brad, and he’d bragged he could summon a shield that could stop a bullet. I didn’t know if he was blowing smoke up my ass, because he also spent a lot of time trying to get me to bat for the other team. I missed the simpler times when all I had to worry about was homework and my hustle. Even dealing with a close brush with sodomy from Marcella was preferable to this nightmare.

  A pang of loss filled me as I remembered my old friends, but I pushed it away. What mattered right now was keeping my internal organs internal. A thing with claws like that, I just knew it wanted to rip my guts out. As if the universe emphasized my point, the creature threw itself against the door again. Night’s air shimmered from the impact, but it didn’t budge.

  “I can’t hold them for long.” Beads of sweat were already forming on her forehead. She was probably praying to some ancient-goddess for intervention. Fat chance.

  “Why the hell do they want us?” Butter’s voice was hard. “What did you do?” her eyes narrowed in on the Caeli mage.

  “Yeah!” Skella’s voice squeaked as she backed up Butters.

  Night scowled back at them. “Some of us don’t have million-dollar trust funds, or parents putting us through school,” she shot back. “I work a job after classes, on the weekend, and I can barely afford the rent to live in our sorority house; so, sometimes I pick up other financial opportunities when they come around.”

  “Holy shit. You’re smuggling,” Butters gasped.

  “What?” I was lost.

  “Caeli mages make great smugglers,” Butters explained, a glare of disapproval fixed on the woman who stood between us and evisceration. “The government has agents, walls, helicopters, x-ray cameras, and all kinds of technology at the border crossing; but the best way to find drugs has always been dogs.”

  I guess that made sense. If Lassie could find Timmy, then she sure as shit could sniff out cocaine.

  “Caeli mages are great about controlling the environment in and around a vehicle. Dogs operate by scent, and if a dog alerts on a car, then they’ll pull you over and tear the car apart looking for anything and everything. A Caeli mage can manipulate the air so dogs don’t get a whiff. Night could have half a kilo in her panties and a drug-sniffing dog would just walk on by. Without probable cause, the cops can’t pull us over; so, presto, the drugs get through.”

  “It’s actually half a kilo in my bra,” N
ight sighed, while she kept the shield held on the door. “I’m sorry guys, I needed the money.”

  Sympathy melted Butter’s glare, but Skella scoffed. “I was sure you were stuffing, but I didn’t expect this.”

  Night turned to scowl at her. Unfortunately, the creature chose that moment to attack. It felt like the whole room shook from the blow, and Night grimaced in pain. She dropped to her knees, and I could see she wasn’t going to last much longer.

  “That’s all fascinating, but the important stuff is; who is after you, and how the hell do we get out of here?” I stepped in.

  “I was transporting for the cartel. Their mages take some hair when you agree to work for them. If you miss a delivery, they use the hair for a tracking spell and can zero in on you,” Night gasped. She was sucking in air like she’d just run a six-minute mile.

  I didn’t know much about magic; something my cabal education was supposed to rectify until my trip to faerieland. What I did know, thanks to the Fae, was that blood had power. I’m sure hair didn’t have the same oomph, but a tracking spell didn’t seem like it would take much to work. Whoever was out there knew Night was in here with their product.

  “If Sicario if even halfway true, cartels aren’t exactly the forgiving type,” I gulped. Even worse, I wasn’t up for a fight.

  “Okay, everyone. Breathe,” Butters took charge. “We need a way out.”

  “There’s a small window in the bathroom. If we can fit through it, it’ll dump us in the back of the motel and we can make a run for it,” Night offered.

  She’d barely finished speaking before Skella sprang into action. I hadn’t known her long, but what happened next seemed pretty typical of the blonde. She had a firm me-first-others-second mentality, which made her first instinct to throw everyone under the bus . . . literally. She practically hurled Butters out of the way as she sprinted for the bathroom. The much stronger Butters was caught by surprise and fell tits first onto me.