Page 146 of The Demon's Fire
“Fuck-all incompetent director of a fuck-all incompetent ministry. In the meantime, my stronghold’s becoming Grand Central Station for descendants. Skyler, Margo, and Nico. Their protection is my primary responsibility now.”
Alarik gripped the lapels of his dark, pinstriped suit jacket. “My ministry will continue to search for more humans with witch or warlock DNA. Once found, we will retest them to see if they have Blood Coven ancestors.”
Nace squirmed in his seat. Since most shifters had trouble staying in one position for long, the tedium of a meeting in a closed room was taking its toll. “My warriors, along with Alliance agents, are providing security on Earth for those humans with mage ancestry but no Blood Coven DNA. Cerberus could try to snatch them up at any time just to test them.”
Alarik nodded. “Though we still have access to medical records thanks to Logan,Custodes Templiicould prove useful. If we find them or their supposed genealogy records, we might uncover the remaining descendants faster than Cerberus can.”
“In the meantime,” said Jarek, “we are still cleaning up Silas’s mess. We’ve found a few human slaves with witch and warlock DNA. Kole, your guy Dax freed two of them when my warriors needed an assist. Because we listen to all rumors, we suspect someone is in the berserker region of the Encampments. And we have feelers out to see if Cerberus has any Blood Coven descendants already in captivity.”
“Don’t worry about the day-to-day shit,” said Nace, his claws popping out. Retracting. Popping. “We’re keeping up. Occasionally, I may call on you for help if we get stretched too thin.”
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Spearapproached the bed with murder in his eye. Lizette knew he had decided to kill her. She reached out for his pants, unbuttoning them.
His eyes widened in surprise.
She had never taken the initiative before. As she freed his cock, he was instantly hard. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she fisted him, gazing into his savage eyes.
I can do this to survive.
Fighting the urge to vomit, Lizette licked her lips and moved them to the tip of his shaft, where she blew softly. She flicked her tongue along the underside before she kissed the crown. Taking his dick into her mouth, she used saliva to keep him moist. Her hand fisted the base of his shaft and stroked in sync with her mouth movements. She opened wide and took him deeper and then pulled back, creating a rhythm. She remembered to moan and whimper.
Don’t gag. Finish him off. You’ve got to get him to orgasm.
Suddenly, his hands came onto her head, and he pushed hard, ramming his length to the back of her throat. She struggled to keep the hilt of his cock fisted so she didn’t choke, but he was powerful. His hips pounded into her relentlessly. She used her one hand to stroke his balls, hoping to make him come faster.
“Don’t stop.” He paused but grew rigid.
Lizette prepared for him to ejaculate, and he did, in what seemed like a never-ending stream of humiliation.
Survive.
When he pulled out of her mouth, Lizette sat up, smiled, and wiped her hand across her mouth. “I love the taste of you, Spear. Can we do that again sometime. Right now, though, I need to feel you inside me. Please?”
I can do this because someone is coming to get me. I just know.
Spear dropped his pants and pushed Lizette flat onto the bed, scrunching her gown up above her waist. He took his flaccid dick into his hand, working it. When it grew rigid, he drove into her.
If this is the only way I can stay alive, I’ll do it. I’m a survivor.
She buried her face in his shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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Braelynchatted with Nico Abello while Rein leaned against the wall, fuming, not only about what she planned to do but probably about the ex-Alliance agent. He’d had it in for Nico ever since she told him about the kiss at her door.
Kole and Skyler strolled into the lounge area of the stronghold, his arm casually thrown across his mate’s shoulders. They were a surprising pair. The commander was huge, muscular, square-jawed, a born fighter with a fiery temper. She was aloof, statuesque, sophisticated. Yet everything about them said they were a match.
Chay held Margo in his lap, whispering in her ear, laughing. “Commander.” He slid his redheaded mate onto the sofa and pressed his lips into a thin, serious line.
Skyler smiled at the couple as she chose an empty couch. Kole leaned a shoulder against the wall next to Rein, crossed his arms over his chest, and kept an eye on the doorway.
Nico joined them while Braelyn took a spot on the other spare sofa. She smoothed a hand over the cushion. “Wow! This is such an upgrade. Hey, Rein, remember when you stashed me here to go talk to Kole right after you kidnapped me?”
Three new, large, overstuffed couches in caramel leather formed a horseshoe around a marred oak coffee table. The new seating arrangement was on the first floor outside Kole’s office, the locker room, and the gym.
Rein, his blue eyes dark and stormy, nodded.
