I saw a woman, similarly to how I saw both Brenna and June the night before I’d met them.

  She was exotic as hell, mostly because she was fae, and had pointed ears. She was five foot nine, with platinum blonde hair and bright green eyes that were incredibly vivid. Her eyes also looked ancient, while her beauty looked agelessly nubile and nascently flowered. Her face had an angular exotic beauty that a catwalk model would kill for, with strong and high cheekbones, and she was breathtaking.

  Her body type was lissome and willowy like Lily’s, with a petite pear-shaped ass above gloriously long legs, save the fact she had mouthwateringly rounded DD breasts. Despite her height, they looked almost lewd on her otherwise svelte and thin frame, with gently alluring feminine curves.

  I hadn’t dealt with the fae before, but I knew they could live for tens of thousands of years in potential, the longest-lived mortal race known to exist, so they might as well be immortal. Not that many ever achieved such ancient ages, violence had a way of ending lives so long in potential early, but the sense I got from Caitria was that she had. That she was at least two thousand years of age, despite the flawless appearance of young beauty.

  With June I’d had a certainty she was mine, while with Brenna I knew she could be mine, if I but claimed her. That she would be utterly loyal and trustworthy, truly mine if I but wished it.

  The fae woman was like Brenna that way, she could be mine, all I had to do was claim her and she’d be a part of my harem as a fae advisor and to warm my and my goddesses’ bed. Just her looks and the feel of her in the vision tempted me to do so, but I’d reserve the final decision until we’d met. Tomorrow, most likely.

  I flinched again, and I woke up to my two goddesses pasted to my side, while Brenna was in her room actually sleeping.

  There was a lot of information to impart, too much for a casual text with thirty gods, a breakout, and a hidden god that was perhaps behind it all. Lots of information, but at the same time worrying little, but I’d let Nate worry about it. All I had to do was get him the information. It wasn’t my problem past that.

  “Babe, need your laptop and my sexy secretary.”

  Her word choice, not mine. She’d also type for my dictation because she thought my pecking of the keyboard was annoyingly slow, but it worked for a playful seduction roleplay as well in both our books.

  She smiled, “Be right back,” and she kissed me warmly before rolling out of bed and walking sexily out of the room with absolutely nothing on.

  “Bad?” Lily asked curiously, while looking at me warmly. Hell, her adorably beauty looking at me with so much love and devotion still blew my mind at times. She was ridiculously amazing, they all were.

  “I love you, gorgeous,” I caressed her face.

  Lily grinned, “Love you too, honey.”

  I answered her question, “Yes, you’ll hear all about it in a minute, but it isn’t our problem. I also have more personal news for breakfast time, so you can all hear it at once.”

  I’d tell them to expect a possible fae arrival who had the potential to be in our harem, but at breakfast so I could tell all three of them at the same time.

  June sauntered back in with her laptop, then laid forward on the bed on her elbows, purposefully pressing her breasts forward and tightly together for my viewing pleasure. It was damned amazing I ever got anything done in this house full of insatiable beauties who constantly seduced me, even if only at a subtle level most of the time.

  “Ready, sir,” she winked, “For anything. Dictation, coffee run, a relaxing blow job?”

  She wasn’t joking either, not entirely, she was breathlessly awaiting my order. It was actually tempting, but I needed to get the info to Nate. The sex could wait until the business was done, which was my rule, otherwise I’d never get anything done except warming my cock.

  I chuckled, and then spelled it out in a logical order while she typed. Time, place, what all the gods did, and Nancy’s escape. It took a while as I listed all the mantels involved and short descriptions. I also noted the existence of another god more powerful than me, and I explained I couldn’t tell him where they were now because of whoever it was, so intercepting them before the FBI building would be impossible unless he could see where they were through his powers.

  Lastly, I asked for clarification, if he couldn’t get there earlier, if he couldn’t find them, it’d be best if I gave the FBI a heads up and let them know Nate would be coming to help. Otherwise, they’d be angry at me, and I’d lose that contact as an insider, if not turn them against me for missing or withholding such a significant event.

  I was sure he’d get the political implications of failing to warn them even more than I did, especially if the mission went sideways, but I didn’t dare suggest that Nate might fail. That’d be a sure way to get the new king of the gods even angrier at me.

  Then we transferred the document to my phone, where I texted it to Nate.

  June asked, “Do you require anything else of me, sir?”

  “Well, I am feeling rather stressed,” I noted as I laid back.

  Her sweet mouth was latched on my cock before the last word faded from the room.

  I was so damned spoiled, her sexy eyes full of such devotion and joy as she looked up into mine.

  Her eyes widened slightly with shocked pleasure, as Lily took up a position behind her and started licking her out, but I swear my midnight haired beauty didn’t even skip a single beat as far as the blowjob went, just moaning in wicked delight as she worked me with eager enthusiasm and mind-blowing skill.

  She was amazing.

  “A fae woman?” Brenna asked, eyes alight with curiosity.

  “What can you tell me about them?”

  The fae hadn’t really come up, past the fact they lived in deep wilderness and did their best to escape the notice of humanity. Not all that different than how shifters lived, but shifters at least integrate a little bit and appear human, while the fae avoided it all. Simply put, they weren’t a problem, so there’d been no drive to discuss them more deeply.

  Brenna said, “They live in the forest separate from mankind. They’re sturdier despite the females and males willowy and wiry appearances, also more agile and flexible, natural acrobats. Their magic is rooted in flora and fauna, they can’t do anything with the elements, but they put witches to shame when it comes to magic dealing with life forms. They have an intrinsic understanding of DNA through their magic, or life patterns as they call it.

  “They’re very long lived, part of the reason they stay in the forest and on their own is because they see humanity and the other supernatural races as short sighted and violent. Their lives short and brutal. I won’t say there isn’t some arrogance attached to that, but the fae are also a powerfully emotional driven race, even more so than humans.

  “I think it’s their way to avoid the grief of constant death around them, and seeing the things and people they love pass. The oldest of them have watched empires rise and fall, multiple times, and that kind of thing can be a burden without distance. They’re a highly empathetic race, despite their cold outer demeanor.

  “Umm, what else? They shape their homes out of nature, and Lily will like this, they cast their magic with somatic gesture and dance, not verbal incantation. They’re incredible dancers, and they do so for social as well as magical and cultural reasons.

  “They also have a weaker version of Influence, like vampires have a weaker version of compulsion.”

  “Wait,” I interrupted, “Vampire compulsion is weaker?”

  Brenna nodded, “They need eye contact with their victim, and they can’t compel more than one person at a time. I should say the vehicle of compulsion is weaker, the compulsions once set are absolute just like a god’s until removed. While you could compel a group, and you don’t need eye contact.

  “Anyway, the gods used fae servants at times, because of their ability to influence and solve problems. It’s mainly how the fae got a bad reputation in mythology, thought to mess with humans. Which I suppose they did, but only at the direction of a god. They live simple lives, in harmony with nature.

  “Their influence is lesser because there’s less magic behind it. You could talk a crowd down, while a fae would have to do so a few at a time, or individually.”

  I nodded thoughtfully, “I wonder why this one is coming to us, then. If they prefer not to get involved.”

  Brenna nodded, “We’ll undoubtedly find out. I’d also suggest adding her to your harem if you think it’s really an option, not just to warm our bed and advise you, but a fae would make an excellent guardian against any threat save a god. They also have a natural ability to detect life, like the gods detect magic, so even a sneaky human wouldn’t be able to sneak past her guard.”

  Lily said, “I bet she knows a lot too, even more than Brenna. I mean, she might’ve been around the last time the gods were, a true historian of that time. Before the gods left, the veil was raised, and history became nothing but myths and legends with very little truth.”

  June grinned, “Maybe she could consult on a novel, a true history of the gods from last time. Hmm, that could really work.”

  I chuckled, “Alright, I’ll take that into consideration. What’s on your plates today?”

  Today was a leisure day for me, after getting the house finished, save anything that came up. I actually wanted to paint, but I was already a little too close to flooding the market as it was.

  June said, “Writing in the backyard, so I can be near your lazy butt.”

  I chuckled, “Love you too, babe.”

  Lily smirked, “I’m mostly free, but Brenna and I have a meeting with the signage guy at ten. We’re also going to pick up the last of the paint supplies and new lighting, assuming the club closing goes through in a couple of weeks, we’ll be ready to redecorate.”

  I nodded, the former owners had accepted our offer, but in the world of real estate nothing was done until the title was transferred. We were hopeful, however, that it wouldn’t fall through.

  Brenna nodded, “What she said, and I should go food shopping.”

  “Anything you all need?”

  Lily smirked, “Nothing you aren’t delivering in spades already, honey.”

  June nodded, “You spoil us enough as it is.”

  We finished up breakfast and split up to do those tasks, so it was just June and I out back, her in a new white bikini I’d never seen her wear before, with her laptop on her lap as she clicked away at the keys.

  My phone went off, and when I checked it Nate had gotten back to me. He suggested I let the FBI know what was going down that night, and that he’d be there to help deal with it. Slightly impressed by the asshole, despite myself, I went ahead and called Stephanie.

  Stephanie answered, “Hello, mark.”

  I said, “Hi, blondie. Got an invasion coming tonight, eleven pm. A bunch of minor gods are going to break Nancy out.”

  Stephanie asked, “Blondie?”

  I shrugged, “Huh, I guess I like you since I just accidentally gave you a cute nickname, despite your horrid taste in married men. Steph works for me if you’re offended.”

  She chuckled, “That’s fine, either one works. Lassiter’s not really that bad, his wife is a totally cold bitch. Umm, will you be there?”

  I said, “Not this time, the new king of the gods is going to handle this one. My advice is to post agents outside the secure holding area, mainly to keep others out. Let Nate handle it. I doubt your bosses will agree, but no one died in my vision, and I’d hate to see that change. If Nate can’t handle it, then bringing in the army and air force wouldn’t help either.”

  Stephanie sighed, “Agreed, but I doubt the director will. He can’t afford to look out of control.”

  “Good luck and be careful tonight if you’re involved in it, Steph.”

  Stephanie teased, “It almost sounds like you care.”

  “You’re a cute witchy blonde, it’d be a tragedy, plus I’d have to break in a new liaison, and I’ve got you just the way I like.” She also had an amazing ass, but I left that part out. Flirting with friends had rules, after all. No body part compliments.

  She laughed, “Liar. You’re not nearly that sexist.”

  I wasn’t? Of course, I had been joking. Even if she wasn’t cute, it’d be a tragedy.

  “Okay, you got me. But seriously, stay clear of it if you can, thirty gods are nothing that even a full coven can deal with.”

  Stephanie said, “I’m not yours to order around, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

  “Talk to you later, blondie.”

  Stephanie chuckled, “Goodbye, Mark,” and hung up.

  June asked, “Did she read you the riot act?”

  I shook my head, “Playful banter indicating I’d overstepped.”

  June giggled, “Then she totally wants you.”

  I snorted, not happening, even if she was really cute. I mean, no Lassiter seconds for me, that was a hard rule, even if she was an acquaintance or even deeper than that, a work friend. I’d come to realize that she was a good person. Not a homewrecker, but perhaps willing to poach already wrecked homes in order to avoid deeper intimacy when scratching an itch. It made me wonder why she wasn’t dating for more, but I supposed it really wasn’t any of my business.

  It was also the end of the conversation, my sexy novelist was already lost in her writing again.

  Barely thirty more seconds passed before a flash of golden light happened right in front of me.

  It was Amber, with an insane needy lust in her eyes. She glared at me, yet it was somehow still one of the hottest come fuck me looks I’d ever seen. She was such a bitch, but she was also magnificent. Truly beautiful on the outside, and she was more than a bit tortured on the inside at being mine. At belonging to a man, at wanting to belong to a man.

  Amber shrugged her shoulders back, which pushed the robe off her shoulders showing she was completely naked underneath as it fell to the ground behind her in a pile. Her vast heart-shaped D cups swayed in a mesmerizing fashion, and her generous labia were puffy and glistening lewdly in the sun. She was sopping wet for me, dirty rivulets of liquid anticipation running down her thighs. No doubt the price of going a full week without sex, and her nature to be seductive at all times which worked her up despite herself.

  Amber said, “Don’t talk, not a fucking word, please. I don’t think I could take your smugness right now. Just… fuck me, use me, you asshole. I hate myself right now for wanting… needing this, and I hate you, but if I don’t get it I’ll go insane. I need that cock driving into me or I’ll lose my fucking mind. Not a word!”

  If any other woman spoke to me like that, I’d have flipped her off and sent her on her way, no matter how hot she was. But Amber was my goddess, one of them, and all my instincts were geared toward taking care of her. Guiding her, owning her, and giving her what she needed. And she needed another grudge fuck, badly. So I swallowed my pride, for her needs, and I kept my wise ass mouth shut. She already knew, and I didn’t disguise the smug and lustful look that came over my face either.

  Outside of the offensive words, it was also a hot speech, and I was hard as a rock from it and from her hot body being so lewdly displayed and offered for my pleasure.

  There was no need to say anything, she’d heard it all before, and she could read my smug confidence in my eyes and face, see it in the way I stood up and pulled her against me, my hand latching possessively on her sexy rounded ass while her breasts crushed against my chest.

  Then she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down into a kiss, and I teleported to the bedroom as I kissed her back with equal lustful hunger, anger, and lust. It’d been far too long since I’d been buried in her hot flesh. There was no need for foreplay, so I pushed her roughly onto the bed and then shucked my swimming trunks, which had been all I was wearing.

  I dove between her legs and knelt, looking down at her commandingly with lust, as I lined up and drove home into her aching and quivering quim. Her hot cunt was so tight around me, so wet that I slammed all eight inches all the way home in one harsh stroke, stretching her tautly and quivering sex around me.

  She clenched, convulsed, her eyes narrowed in shock, then she screamed, “You asshole!” as she came like geyser. That’s all she needed, my cock thrust home possessively and firmly into her hot body, that’s how insane she’d been with need, lust, and arousal.

  The blissfully potent sensations of her silken paradise convulsing, grasping, and pulling on my cock, sucking me to keep me in with powerful milking action made me hiss in pleasure.

  I accused, “Sexpot,” and then started pounding into her. It wasn’t angry sex this time, it was a grudge rut at that point, as her hot neediness and me being back into her body drove me a little insane as well. And I was mad at her for being such a stubborn and hateful bitch, when she should’ve been mine from the start.

  Angry sex maybe from my point of view, but not hateful, at least not from my side.

  Yeah, I know that was messed up, but emotions worked that way sometimes, and she sure as hell didn’t mind, as she rolled directly into another orgasm. Her panting screams and angry glare accompanied by a glazed look of addled pleasure in her eyes.

  Her sex gripped, milked, and pulled on my sensitive skin, so very snug and hot around me, her hot flesh working my cock with devotion as I pounded her squirming and trembling body wracked in powerful orgasm. So hot, so wrong, and so damned good. Her body was amazing, and pure pleasure on my plundering prick.

  “So hot for me, my sexpot.”

  She gasped and panted wildly as she started to come down, her body stopped squirming and started to rock powerfully up into me, making it even better. She churned her hot flesh on my cock with rolling hips in tiny gradient circling motion, as she pounded up into me. She clenched around me so tightly, working so hard for my cum.

  The fact that she was working so hard was out of hate, so this rut would be ended as I nutted into her depths, made it both messed up and hotter in a way.

  She panted, “Don’t talk, just use me and fill me. That’s what I really need, you asshole.”