Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

able to create. Yeah . . . it’s pretty fucking wild. Lilith teleported us away just in time, but now it looks like every cop in the county, backed up by the United Nations agency I wanted to join in the first place, was hunting me. I don’t know why, but after nearly dying half a dozen times, I didn’t stop to ask. It might have something to do with the weird abilities I’d displayed recently.

We nearly got away clean, but a mountain-lion chick with an assault rifle tried to gun us down. Instead, Xamira ran her over with a car. That’s where my crazy, fucked-up townie harem adventurous life is at this point. I can say with complete sincerity, without mental reservation, or purpose of evasion, I was close to shitting myself in terror at everything that had happened in the last few hours; much less the last few months.

Chapter 1

I jumped as the door slammed open next to me. I ignored the rush of blood to my cheeks because it was pretty hard to concentrate on anything but the rush of blood to my crotch. Lilith stood in the door looking like battered shit; if battered shit could be breathtakingly beautiful.

This wasn’t the type of Hollywood-celebrity beauty that took hours and a full team of stylists to achieve. Lilith had the raw, natural beauty of her supernatural race. She was a succubus, an immortal creature with preternatural gorgeousness, strength, and speed that fed off the sexual energy of humans like me. She was built by the gods to be a man’s wet dream: perky double D’s, a flat, taut belly that wasn’t too athletic or overly muscular, flawless sun-kissed flesh, raven-black hair, emerald eyes, and a small tuft of pubic hair I’d never noticed before. Most likely because this was the first time I was getting a full-frontal show.

“The carpet matches the drapes,” I barely stopped myself from staring.

Behind that beauty was a look of pure exhaustion, and I couldn’t blame her. The nudity wasn’t a choice, she’d ripped out of her clothes and exploded into her twelve-foot-tall combat form to save all our asses from a deranged Fae. She took a blade through her shoulder early in the fight, and gave double penetration a whole new meaning when the Fae had rammed a pair of swords through her gut. Because she was so much more than human, she’d already healed those wounds, but rebuilding that much mass had a cost I didn’t understand.

“Dani, take the wheel,” she ordered as she hefted her blood-stained body through the door and collapsed into the seat next to me.

By Dani, she meant the five-foot, blademaster, dwarf who’d just returned to the car. While Lilith was the perfect balance of femininity and strength; Dani wasn’t. The best words to describe her were bodacious babe. She was short and stocky; powerfully built, but not chubby, with curves to die for. The smallest woman in the car was all tits, ass, and a long, single-braid of thick hair that fell nearly all the way to her ass. I had no problem with that. I’d smacked that ass and it was good.

She was also relatively unscathed. She was in a black pants suit with a Kevlar ballistic vest underneath her blouse. Aside from blood splatter, the only sign of physical trauma was a slash in her pants. A dagger thrown by the homicidal Fae had scored a hit on the dwarf, but like Lilith, she was already healed. Since it was nothing more than a deep scratch, Dani wasn’t looking nearly as rundown.

She’d also just returned from dealing with their most immediate problem.

“Did we just kill that cop?” I gulped, feeling like I was going to throw up.

Fighting, and killing, a Fae knight in a trial by combat was one thing. Hell, killing a sociopathic water nymph that had tried to assassinate me in the shower was fine. Running over a cop and then killing her while she was down was a whole new level of fucked up.

“No,” Lilith replied from where she’d reclined and closed her eyes.

“Silver tranquilizer,” Dani explained as she slammed the driver’s side door closed and buckled her seat belt.

I doubted getting ejected out the empty hole that used to be the windshield would hurt the dwarf much. Imagining the scenario made me laugh despite myself. I was getting to the point where hysterically laughing at my own misfortune wouldn’t be weird at all.

The passenger side opened and Xamira jumped in. The mocha-skinned imp was half-human, half-succubus, and full badass. She’d taught me how to fight, she’d been the one who hit the cop with the car, and most importantly, she was the one holding the cop’s military-issued assault rifle.

“I hurt her with the hit, but she was going to get back up and call for reinforcements. The silver will put her down for a bit, but not kill her. It isn’t silverbane, so it isn’t fatal.”

I remembered the cop shooting at us, and she didn’t seem to have the same no-kill attitude Lilith had showed her in return. The cop, whoever the hell she was, was a shifter; one of the most populous supernatural species in the United States. They came in all shapes and sizes from cats to bears. I’d seen the cop go from a normal, somewhat-tall woman in jeans and a Sheriff’s jacket, to an eight-foot lion chick that emptied her entire thirty-round magazine into the front of our van. Lilith had taken several direct hits from the assault rifle, which only added to her shitty day.

“Okay, good,” I comforted myself in the fact we hadn’t committed cold-blooded murder.

“Head for the highway,” Xamira instructed, and Dani floored the ancient minivan.

I was beyond out of the loop on the escape plan. The girls hadn’t expected me to make it past the Fae knight. Then, they’d been positive