Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9 (23 page)

It was a happy surprise to see Dan
sitting at his old spot at the head librarian’s desk, his tousled
brown head of hair bent over a book like the pre-Beast days. “Look
who’s here and not on assignment for a change.”

Dan immediately put his book aside and
came around the desk to hug and kiss me hello. “I could say the
same for you. What’s new?”

It was as if I’d never screwed up. I
drew him to the leather couch where we sat companionably side by
side. “We figured out C.K. and Hazel have a dragon somewhere around
here. They’re the source for the bad blood.”

Dan’s jaw dropped. “No kidding. Where
in the – where would you hide a dragon in Fulton Falls?”

I shrugged. “Gerald’s weres are going
to see if they can find out. If I’m not stuck being Fizz, I’m going
to follow them. How about you?”

“That sounds exciting. Count me
in.”

Then the awkwardness hit. A big, long
silence where we just sat looking at each other. So things weren’t
quite back to normal yet. I swallowed and wondered if we ever would
recover the sweetness we’d known. A big ball of pain clenched my
throat.

I couldn’t go on this way with Dan. I
just couldn’t.

We both started to talk at the same
time. As I said, “I want you to know—”, Dan said, “Listen, we need
to—”. We stopped and produced strained laughter.

I waved at him. “You first.”

He took a breath. “I guess I’m not much
of a Dom. Watching you get your butt tore up at that club really
screwed with me.”

I ducked my head. “I would have taken
twice as much for hurting you so bad.” Tears threatened again at
the memory of his stricken face, of him turning away.

His fingers combed through my hair.
“You mean that.”

I nodded. Made myself look him in the
eye. “I love you, Dan.”

Emotions crowded his face: surprise,
wonder, and joy all fought for supremacy. A cautious smile trembled
his lips. “Thank you. That took a lot for you to say.”

“I should have told you
before.”

His eyes darkened just a touch. “What
about Tristan?”

I grimaced. “I love him
too.”

Dan sighed. “I figured as much. You
just can’t make things easy on yourself, can you?”

I crooked a shamefaced grin. “I
wouldn’t be me if I did.” I took his hand in both of mine. “I know
I have to make a choice soon. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do
that, but I will. Just give me a little more time, okay? Just a
tiny smidgen?”

He should have been ticked off with my
continued waffling, but instead his face softened, giving me his
answer. I so don’t deserve this man.

“Sure, baby girl. Care to let me
campaign right now, or do you have to go?” He waggled his eyebrows
suggestively.

I almost melted all over the couch with
relief. We were going to be okay after all. More than okay, to
judge the heat in Dan’s chocolate eyes. My clothes disappeared in a
twinkling, leaving me wearing nothing but a come-hither
smile.

“Fizz is taken care of until at least
daybreak. State your case,” I invited.

Dan’s clothes vanished too, and if his
body was ‘stating his case’ he was making it with an exclamation
mark. He pulled me into his very eager lap, and I slipped him
inside with a happy sigh. It was like a homecoming.

“Ride me, cowgirl,” he growled before
getting himself a mouthful of breast. I rose and fell over him, my
insides clenching around the girth moving inside me. Have I
mentioned how thick Dan is, how he fills me tight so that all the
good parts get stimulated? Oh heavens to mergatroid, having that
delicious cock in my pussy is so very, very fine.

I achieved and maintained a steady
pace, stabbing myself with Dan’s stave over and over. I was wet and
sloppy, making his passage easy, like a well-oiled machine with
perfectly fitted parts and plenty of lubrication. While I moved up
and down, he mauled my breasts, sucking and nipping, pinching and
slapping. He knew just how rough to be. The tiny darts of pain were
enough to let me know he was in control, and I gasped to be his to
do with as he pleased. It made my insides tumble as he displayed
only a hint of his strength, of his power.

“Who do you belong to, baby girl?” he
gasped.

“You, Sir.”

His hands clamped down on my buttocks,
moving me faster, his hips bucking upwards to shove deep inside. My
lower parts seized with agonized delight, moving me towards the
sweetest sensation of all. My head fell back and I unleashed a long
groan.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Yes, Sir. Always, Sir.”

“You feel good to me too. I love you,
Brandilynn.”

“I love you too, Sir,” I warbled at the
ceiling as pleasure cascaded through my body.

Dan ceased moving. “Up, baby. Change of
positions.”

Nothing feels emptier than an aroused
pussy deprived of a nice cock. Fortunately, Dan was eager to get
back inside me. Moments later found me bent over the arm of the
couch, my face against the cool leather seat, and Dan pushing his
way into my sleeve once more.

His hands gripped my hips as he plunged
in and out, pulling me onto him with force that made me gasp. Oh, I
wasn’t going to last long, not with him thrusting so hard and fast,
the friction hot against my G-spot, lighting me on fire from within
until the heat licked all the way up to my hair. I was shaking all
over like I was at the epicenter of an earthquake, my fingernails
clawing smooth leather, my mouth wide open as if the pressure could
escape through that route.

“Please Sir, may I come?” I fairly
shrieked, knowing whatever the answer, I would be doing so
anyway.

“Come, baby, come right now!” Dan
yelled, his rhythm going bad as his own climax roared down on
him.

Lovely hot starburst, so warm and
pulsing and sweet, igniting nirvana right down to my fingernails
and toes. I was aware of every little detail in those seconds of
perfect bliss; of Dan’s crisp-haired thighs wedged between mine, of
each callous on his hands as they held my hips, of his cock
twitching inside, its sweet warm milk flowing into me, of our
voices raised together in a duet of groans and gasps and cries of
each others’ names.

Every bit as lovely as that brilliant
crescendo that is shared orgasm was lying in each others’ arms
afterwards, gazing into his eyes, feeling his strong arms around
me, keeping me safe in his loving embrace, our legs tangled
together, our breath mingling as we kissed and kissed again. We
were truly together again, and I was so happy.

* * * *

As soon as I returned to Bane’s
trailer, I saw the note he’d left on the coffee table. The pink
Post-it was a scream of color in his dark, man-cave trailer. I
squinted at his scrawl. Some people should stick to block letters
instead of cursive writing.

Fizz, had to take care of business.
Will see you around 2. Hope you’ll be up for some wildlife by then.
Bane

Smart move to address it to Fizz if he
really thought C.K. was keeping close tabs on him. He must have
drugged her again, probably forcing her to take the sleeping pill
while she was still mostly out of it.

A thought stilled me. Why was C.K.
spying on Bane? Was it the supposed gay thing? Or did he suspect
more was up with the wolf shifter?

Perhaps it was simple paranoia. C.K.
was known to not trust anyone, and it hadn't been just Bane's
manhood called into question. He’d also screwed up in shaking down
businessmen for protection money. Maybe it had been too many things
for the Beasts’ head hog, and he’d decided to give his enforcer a
long look.

Back to the note. If I interpreted it
correctly, Bane wanted me back in Fizz at two o’clock this
afternoon and we would go hunt for the dragon. Sounded good, unless
Tristan’s weres found it first. Then Bane would simply have to call
in the troops to arrest or capture or whatever they did with
illegally immigrating flying lizards.

I went back to the bedroom where Fizz
snored softly. Bane had left his laptop up and running, and after
taking a hit of its energy, I opened up the file with C.K. and
Hazel’s listed properties. I looked over them, refreshing the
addresses in my memory. Maybe none of them were places one could
hide a dragon, but if the shifters came up emptyhanded, those
locations might hold some clue as to its whereabouts.

For now, I was willing to bet on
Gerald’s gang’s noses.

* * * *

I showed up at Para Central to find the
place pretty quiet. It was daytime, so there were no vampires. Only
half a dozen shifters and a couple of gargoyles manned the
computers. I blinked to see Gerald sitting at Patricia’s desk,
tapping away on her computer. Dan and Tristan hung over his
shoulder.

I drifted over, earning smiles from my
two boyfriends as they noted my approach. Each one took my hand,
squeezing me between them. A Brandilynn sandwich, my very favorite.
I didn’t try to contain a happy sigh to be with the men.

Gerald had a military-style headset on,
and after a moment I realized it kept him in contact with the
search parties. A two-way sitting on the desk allowed us to hear
the goings-on.

The werepanther’s rich rumble filled my
senses. “All right Eddie, you and the rest start from the strip
club and work from there. Split into teams as needed. Team leaders,
report in every half hour.”

I spoke in a whisper at first, gaining
my full voice as I remembered Gerald couldn’t hear me and be
disturbed by my speech. “I’m surprised Gerald isn’t leading the
way.”

Tristan answered, “He’s not too happy
about it, but he drew the short straw when it came to manning the
command post. I prefer him here directing the search anyway. He’s a
natural when it comes to being in charge.”

Dan changed the subject. “No possessing
today?”

I was so happy to not be in someone
else’s body. My voice was light and happy as I said, “Bane sang
Fizz a lullaby. She’s out until early afternoon.”

I realized I was checking out Gerald’s
broad shoulders and bulging biceps and made myself stop. I had two
hot men already. I looked at each and smiled at them. They smiled
back.

Eddie’s voice on the radio claimed our
attention. “Splitting into three teams. I think my trail is
probably leading to the witch’s house, and a second team looks to
be headed towards the Beasts’ club. Third team, let Gerald know
when you reach your destination. Man, I hate the smell of unwashed
witch.”

“Be careful out there,” Gerald said. He
made notes on the computer.

I worried about Eddie and the weres,
though a surprised witch wouldn’t be able to mount much of an
offensive against a larger group. I hoped. “How large are the
teams? They won’t be conspicuous nosing around all over the
place?”

Tristan’s expression was a mix of
gentleness and conscience. “They’re shifters, Brandilynn. They know
all too well how to appear as if they’re foraging for
scraps.”

I winced, once again reminded of how
marginalized the Zoo Flu survivors are in our society. Shifter
jobless rates are incredibly high due to the widespread
discrimination they suffer. A lot are homeless. It’s not unusual to
see packs of shifters dumpster diving for food and anything they
can get that might help them out.

“As a member of the county commission,
you should do something to help them.”

He sighed. “I do my best. You can’t
legislate morality, and too many of those in power are willing to
look away when it suits their wishes.”

Dan snorted. “The laws only changed
when enough Congressmen had close family members fall victim to the
Zoo Flu.”

I looked at Gerald again. He was so
proud and beautiful, and past experience had taught me he had
integrity missing in most beings, paras and norms alike. “People
suck.”

“Worse than vampires?” Tristan asked,
and we chuckled at his pun. Even bad humor was better than none at
all, and we were able to relax.

As it became clear the hunt was going
to be boring from Para Central’s command post, I began thinking
about joining one of the search parties. Tristan, bless his lusty
soul, had a better idea. Leaning over, he whispered in my ear,
“I’ve always wanted to do you here.”

A thrill at the seductive lowering of
his voice and the dark look he gave me coursed down my spine.
“Really?” Woo hoo. Sex in Tristan’s stronghold, right here where he
wheeled and dealed, would be titillating indeed.

His tongue teased the cup of my ear.
“Mmm-hmm. Why don’t you sit in my chair?”

I was quick to do so, my innards
already churning, my nipples perky, and my nether parts damp in
anticipation. The others couldn’t see us, but it was undeniably hot
to be doing the naughty with them right there in the room with
us.

Tristan perched on the edge of his
desk, right in front of me. “You know how much I love that mouth of
yours wrapped around me. Dan?”

Well, someone was feeling generous. Dan
wasted no time sitting next to him. Double my pleasure, double my
fun, as the saying goes. I looked up at their faces for permission,
and at their nods, set about freeing my favorite two cocks in all
the world from their trousers.