June giggled, then blushed, “Maybe.”

  I snorted, “Let’s go inside.”

  I kind of wanted to curl up on the ground, honestly. Amber was wrong about how I felt about her, she was already precious to me, but I also knew she was the best one to go. Because she hated me, and June and Lily would’ve seen it as a betrayal to me, it would’ve destroyed them to be the ones making that sacrifice.

  That didn’t make it easy to accept, I felt like a coward, but no one was suicidal, and I hadn’t offered her up, she’d volunteered. She’d sacrificed herself for us, but also to get away from us. Who knows, it might even be a good thing in a way, allow her to process without us around, that we were too close to it, too involved in it. Maybe she’d take the advice of gods that weren’t too close to her own situation.

  Or, maybe I was just trying to make myself feel better with rationalizing bullshit.

  Still, I felt like total shit about it, blamed myself. There also would be an accounting, I’d sworn it on my blood, and I’d meant it. I might not try to unseat him, but I’d sure as hell make him pay, somehow, he would pay one day, for taking Amber away from us.

  Mine was not a petty grudge for a mistake, he’d purposefully wronged me, tried to get me to commit suicide, then took my goddess away. It wasn’t a petty grudge, it was justice that he would face because of it one day.

  I swear it.

  Chapter Eleven

  The bed was warm and comfortable as I stared up at the ceiling, as usual June felt amazing against me, her soft silken curves pasted against my hard lines and conforming to them. Her soft succulent C cups pressed firmly against my chest and side and her soft midnight ringlets teasing my arm and shoulder under her head. Her smooth leg thrown over mine and her thigh teasingly close to my balls. I should be balls deep inside of her, but I was so furious still I wasn’t even hard.

  Strangely, that made me feel guilty, because it was part of the deal. Part of my duties in a real way, to keep her seductive nature and arousal quenched. Not that it ever felt like that before, and it still didn’t, not really, but it was a thing. I just wasn’t in the mood in my screwed-up headspace, it felt like another betrayal of Amber to just go on with life like nothing happened.

  I was positive I could scrape up an angry fuck, easily, it wasn’t like my cock was as impotent as my anger, but the thought of angry fucking my loving sweet innocent June left me feeling cold and disgusted with myself. So, I stared up at the ceiling and tried to calm down, to accept it and if not shed my anger at least put it aside for now.

  June said softly, “We’ve come a long way from that morning I knocked on your door six weeks ago.”

  I chuckled, “We have, babe. We really have.”

  She kissed my neck and rubbed against me, and I let out a sigh as she said, “We’ll get through this too. We’ll get her back, and Nate will pay a price for this. It just… won’t be us making him pay it, all we have to do is stand aside when it happens.”

  I blew out a breath, “Sara did imply that didn’t she, that it would be passive out of a reluctance to save him from it? Or an eagerness to see it done, but only if it doesn’t unseat him?”

  She kissed my neck and then suckled my earlobe, her breathiness was light and teasing, and so very sweet. I was definitely responding below, definitely still angry too though.

  I caressed her back softly and did what I’d been doing earlier, focused on her instead of the anger. What she needed, what she wanted, and just how amazing she was. Her tight ass felt incredible to my fingertips as I teased it.

  She said breathily, “Yes, that. There’s a… that feels really good, sir. There’s an authors’ convention in Vegas the next couple of days. I was going to skip it, but I’m wondering if it’d be good to get out of here for a while, and I could try my hand at inspiring some of them. A mental cleanser, and a place that won’t constantly remind us of what just happened.”

  Yes, wouldn’t remind me of Amber everywhere I looked.

  “That sounds good, you should’ve said something about it sooner.”

  She kissed my neck, “I love the taste of you, sir. Mm, we were still in a war, the god trouble visions should be over with for a while, I hope.”

  I blew out a breath, “You’re right, sexy. Ride my cock, babe. I want to watch you cum for me. We don’t do that enough, make yourself cum on my cock, sexy.”

  It was true enough, they loved possessive and forceful, it was what we did most of the time. But if I did that, I’d be angry fucking her, I knew it. But if she made love to me from up above, I knew she’d just fill me with awe as she worked so sweetly for my pleasure and her own.

  She let out a little panting breath, “Yes, sir.”

  I squeezed and patted her ass, then moved her above me. I moaned deeply as she pushed against my chest to rise up, her eyes full of love and sorrow, but also need and desire as she rolled her hips and ran her silky folds along my cock leaving a dirty trail of liquid arousal behind.

  Her eyes lidded with pleasure, as we both moaned. Her hips moved back and forth, sliding up and down my cock deliciously, her sweet little gasps each time she reached the tip and grinded her clit against my sensitive mushroom head was so damned sexy and erotic, and sent a thrill of pleasure and lust through me, as well as love and protectiveness.

  She continued to glide deliciously back and forth, her generously proud tits swaying alluringly, but it was the warm dazed lustful love in her eyes, and the way her full ruby lips parted so sensuously for me that had my full attention.

  I couldn’t help it as I pushed up against her folds in a grind, as her labia hugged the bottom of my cock so deliciously. The wet heat and wondrous friction sent delightfully frustrating waves of pleasure through me. I wanted to be buried in her so badly, but I also wanted to let her do what she wanted, and it still felt amazing, if not nearly as blissful as being buried and embraced in her hot snug flesh.

  “Sexy,” I accused in outright awe, as she looked down into my eyes with glazed dark blue eyes and sweet pants. So hot for me, my goddess of novels, so sensuous, so sweetly surrendering, so innocent in beauty and personality despite her wicked ideas in bed. She could be such a naughty and dirty girl, but in the moment she was all sweet sensual goddess unleashed.

  She trembled, her eyes wide and glazed with a building pleasure and deep love, “I love when you look at me like that, sir.”

  I ground up into her again, right when she ground her clit against me, and we both gasped in pleasure.

  She looked breathless, her body engendering such pleasures in my body and the beauty of it, of her riding me, pleasured my mind. Then she slid farther while reaching behind her, gripped my cock firmly as she twisted her hips, and then when she slid back she took me inside of her burning heat. The smoldering love and sweet lust in her eyes as she trembled and clenched around my tip was entirely spellbinding.

  I reached up and started to tease her sensitive breasts, only my June required such a light touch, the others much firmer and a couple of them liked them mauled. But my sweet June made the sexiest gasps, and she squeezed around me wonderfully at just a light teasing brush of her nipple and a soft squeeze of her firm yet supplely soft C cups.

  “I love you playing with my tits, sir. So gentle and loving, oh god, so good. I need you buried in me.”

  She moaned as she started to rock her body, slowly enveloping my cock in her hot flesh an inch or so at a time. Sensually teasing and sweet rocking motions, that flooded both our bodies with wicked pleasure and sweet love. The intensity of her heated paradise on my body was indescribably intense, and only more so with the look of adoring need and pleasure in her glazing over eyes.

  Her body twitched, clenched, and slid further and further down my cock, and she let out a sweet sigh of bliss as our bodies met. Her moist heat teased my balls and milked my cock as she churned herself in a tight circle, then a slow and painfully pleasurable forward grind. Her eyes so full of love, and a deep concentration to work me with her grasping paradise for our pleasure.

  She said breathily, “Love you, Mark.”

  A shiver of pleasure went down my spine, she hardly ever used my name, and when she did it was always in love or in orgasm. It had a potent effect on me.

  “Love you too, June,” I caressed her breasts even as moaned at another churning circle grind followed by a clenching forward grind that milked me so hard it pulled an involuntary gasp out of my mouth and a grinding thrust up against her body.

  She bit her lip and leaned forward, and I was more than happy to latch onto her nipple with my mouth as she fed me her breast. Her face a study in pleasure, as she looked down at me in adoration, while I looked up into her eyes at the top of my vision while I sucked, swirled my tongue around, and teasingly tugged her nipples with suction alone.

  That was more than enough, to have her trembling around me with the additional sensations below.

  She shuddered, her whole body bucked, then she let out a sweet panting and breathy keen of my name, as she came for me. Her body convulsing around me, as I started to grind her in a slow steady movement to increase and extend her pleasure while she came apart around me. Her tight sheath rippling along my sensitive cock sending potent sparks of pleasure through my body.

  “That’s what I wanted to see, so beautiful coming for me, sexy.”

  She giggle-gasped in a breath as the light orgasm let her body go, and said, “Thank you, sir.”

  “Do it again,” I ordered a little tongue in cheek, but also with a true desire to see her coming undone for me, around me, once again.

  She giggled breathily, “Yes, sir,” and started to rock her body slightly, milking me insanely hard with her constricting and silken pleasure, followed by that circle and forward grind, then another shallow rise and fall. Not fast, it was sensually slow, she was making love to me, and I was making love to her from below. It went on for what seemed an eternity of delicious pleasure, a feast for my eyes and never ending waves of luxurious pleasure for my cock.

  Each time she came for me, it was a little harder, a little longer than last time, and a little wetter down below. Her sweet supple body so responsive to my every touch. After the fifth orgasm, they were all wildly convulsing screaming orgasms of power. It was only when she was trembling like a leaf between orgasms, and her eyes were glazed over with too much pleasure, that I took control.

  I gripped her ass possessively, and started to guide her in a faster bounce, as I bent my knees for leverage and started to push up and grind into her at the same pace. Not all that much faster, but after an hour of riding the edge, it didn’t take much to push me over.

  “Sexy,” I accused, then moaned, gasped, and grunted at the powerful and masterful release that overcame me, sending wave after wave of wracking pleasure through my body. All while I stared into her eyes with adoration and awe, as I came for her, gave my pleasure to her as surely as my love and awe, and the bounty of my pleasure heated and filled her middle.

  She collapsed onto me with a giggle and then a sweet moan of love as she kissed my neck. Her breasts pressed against me, and my sensitive cock still buried in her hot body’s snug embrace.

  She whispered, “You’re right, we don’t do that enough.”

  I chuckled, “My sweet goddess.”

  She trembled against me, and licked my neck, then giggled.

  “Always for you, sir.”

  “Did you just lick my sweat?”

  She did it again, then said dreamily, “Yes, I love your taste, remember?”

  “Kinky goddess,” I accused, then licked her sweaty neck, “Delicious.”

  She snickered.

  I held her for a while, neither of us wanting to break the intimacy, even after my flagging cock fell from her heat I held her. It still hurt, and the anger was still there, but our lovemaking had helped. I could think of other things now. June needed me, they all did.

  But… there was a ragged hole in me, a missing piece, and it would never go away. Not until I got Amber back.

  The convention was in the Mandalay Bay hotel and casino, but the place had been booked for those days for months, so we wound up getting a large room at the Bellagio. It was absurd of course, I mean practically speaking it’d been just as easy to commute from home to Mandalay every morning as it was to walk down the street. Perhaps even easier, but the secondary point had been to get out of the house for a couple of days.

  A vacation and mental cleanser, after what we’d just endured. For all of us, including Brenna who would get a break from cooking, and only have to look sexy for me for a bit.

  There were a large number of authors or want to be authors there, attending seminars on things from overcoming writer’s block to marketing strategies for independent authors. Plot layout strategies, characterization, world building, and consistency.

  It was a fun time. The nights we were all together, hitting the hotel buffets, going to shows, and what have you. During the convention day we split up a bit, I stayed with June, while Lily, Brenna, and Caitria went to do their own thing.

  For good reason.

  June was… entirely insatiable, which was mostly why I was with her at all times. Not because I didn’t trust her, but to take the edge off after she’d been talking, chatting, and inspiring authors, using her power in subtle ways that didn’t even reveal what she was. Just another author in a sea of authors, if a particularly beautiful and sexy one.

  Except, she left inspiration and furiously note taking authors behind her everywhere she went.

  I lost count of the number of times I’d put those fires out. She loved inspiring others, but it made her a hot and wild mess tapping into that inspiration and seduction. One that I was more than happy sorting out with my driving cock and a handful or orgasms four or five times a day. It was… a lot of fun actually. Most of the time we found a bit of privacy and I took her back to the room for a quickie, but a couple of times I had a ball working out an orgasm or two right in public, usually with my fingers, but twice with my cock. The excitement and risk of semi-public sex hit both of us harder than we expected, but of course I knew she was an exhibitionist so shouldn’t have been all that surprised having her whimpering on my cock while pounding her up against a wall in a dark corner.

  Whimpering, because all my ladies were screamers, and not used to holding it back at all.

  Regardless, it was a cleansing vacation of sorts. It didn’t fix it, not even close, but it allowed me to reclaim my mind space, and to put things in perspective. I was also sure we’d be coming here every year for the author’s convention because June really enjoyed it, and I sure as hell relished her enjoying it.

  It hit me hard going home again, but at the same time it was less than it was. Or at least, managed easier mentally.

  Painting helped too, for the most part. I painted June and Caitria, painted our whole family. Nothing I’d sell, it was just to focus and distract myself. Most part, because I still couldn’t paint Amber, and that was hard to accept. I just stared at the blank sheet and inspiration didn’t hit, because I didn’t know her. Not really, I had no idea who Amber was. I didn’t even know her favorite color, for god’s sake. She’d never really talked to me, or opened up in any way save her anger and hatred, and that wasn’t who she was.

  The room was bright, the shadows deep and long, and I knew it was around dawn, just four hours from now as I watched the vision unfold in the large and luxurious kitchen.

  Katerina was getting a coffee, when the backdoor opened. She looked startled for a second, then relaxed slightly when she saw the slightly balding salt and pepper hair on a man in his mid-forties in a security uniform.

  She asked, “What is it?”

  The man answered by pulling his gun, and Katerina screamed and turned as it went off. Blood sprayed, her twist had ensured the bullet hit her shoulder instead of her heart, and she ran for the kitchen door with whimpering cries.

  The man coldly tracked her with his gun, then pulled the trigger two more times, hitting her in the back.

  Katerina went down, a pool of blood forming around her and the man took four steps forward, aimed at the back of her head, and fired. The light went out in her dark chocolate eyes.

  I flinched, and the scene changed.

  Allison’s galleries burned in mid-morning, her corpse burning in her office.

  Flinch.

  The twins, dying, gasping for breath and unable to speak, and even if they could they were naked in bed and nowhere near any herb pouches they might have prepared. They’d be poisoned later that evening, the woman in their bed they’d picked up for a shock and awe threesome looking at them coldly as she got dressed and left them to die.

  Flinch.

  Stephanie, taking it hard in her ass tomorrow night, and loving it apparently. She was having intense multiples, from anal penetration alone. It was no wonder Lassiter cheated with her, then, since it was what his wife always denied him and his kink. No one was more shocked than me, when Lassiter came he also pulled his gun and shot her in the back of the head.

  Flinch.

  I woke up with a gasp and in an insane fury. I didn’t even get dressed, as I used farseeing on Nancy Gregorio. She hadn’t set up Allison, the twins, or Stephanie to die, yet. But it would be her. At the moment she was at Katerina’s security head’s house and whispering poison into his sleeping ears.

  So much for Nate’s worthless promise, that she wouldn’t be a problem anymore. She also wasn’t this stupid, to kill all of my people and the humans I cared about.

  Even worse, in a way at least, was I was now stuck with the vision of Stephanie taking it up the ass by that dickwad Lassiter for the rest of my life. I was also jealous. I mean, I didn’t have a thing for anal sex, but it wasn’t like I hated it either, but none of my ladies had that kink. But I couldn’t help but think that I wanted her cumming wildly while I slammed into her hot ass, her cute face twisted with pleasure as I pulled her blonde hair. My point being the jealousy wasn’t about anal, it was about Stephanie, the witch had gotten deeper under my skin than I’d thought.