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

“Her eyes,” they rooted me to the floor like I was an ancient sycamore.

Where Lilith’s eyes were sparkling emeralds, her mothers were rubies. Gleaming red stared into the depths of my soul and sought to bring out the best in me. It wasn’t the demonic, blood red of the dead and vanquished on the mosaic outside. It was the red you saw on candy boxes on Valentine’s Day. Warmth and love flooded me when she gazed into my soul

I was so transfixed I didn’t even ogle her bangin’ bod. After all, she was a succubus, built for the pleasure of men, and full of preternatural strength, speed, toughness, and magic; but she was different than her daughter. Lilith was powerful curves that highlighted her otherworld attractiveness. Her mother was more feminine, sleek, and while she still had curves that left me a in a metaphysical puddle on the floor, her curves were less a feature than Lilith, Xamira, and definitely less than Dani.

She wore a white blouse that toed the line between tight and loose, and a pair of black pants that stopped just above the ankle and highlighted the heels that matched her eyes. As far as sexy outfits went, it wasn’t one. This was business casual at its most basic, but somehow, she made it incredibly alluring. I’d take my chances with HR to hit on her . . . and then some.

Then, there was her power. I thought the Fae guy had it, but she easily topped him. Again, like everything about her, she subverted expectations. She didn’t radiate power. She contained it. So, instead of feeling like I was getting pummeled by a constant shockwave, it was like staring into the heart of a star about to go super nova. If I stared too long, I’d burn up.

I locked eyes with the leader of the cabal for maybe half a second, but it felt like an eternity. It left me winded, depleted, and sagging against Lilith. Don’t get me wrong; I was the hardest I’d ever been in my life, and I would give my left nut to fuck her hard in every hole before blowing an extra-strength load all over her titties. It was my deepest desire, but also the last thing on my mind. Miss Venitas fucked with my mind like that without even trying. She gave me a soul boner.

“Enough, mother,” Lilith snapped, and I felt the supernova glare rescind to more manageable levels.

“Forgive me, Cameron,” she gave me an apologetic smile that received my instant forgiveness. “I’m not usually in the company of people I have to regulate my abilities with.” She walked around the table, embraced me, and gave me two pecks on either cheek.

I giggled, actually giggled like a little schoolgirl, when she pulled away. Lilith’s jaw tightened, and I felt bad about the way I was acting. The kiss between us felt light-years away, but I couldn’t help it. Thankfully, the Fae came to my rescue.

“If that is your way of saying I’m immune to your charms, I’m greatly offended,” the man mocked being grievously wounded.

Miss Venitas laughed, which didn’t do anything for my current state of mind, and I could already feel my boxers damp with precum.

“Cameron Dupree, be known to Ser Lark Cottonclove, Seelie Fae, friend, ally . . .”

“Occasional lover, and formerly of the Queen’s Court,” he finished as he closed the distance to shake my hand. It felt like grabbing hold of a solid, gnarled oak. Whoever Lark was, he was old with a capital O.

“The Queen’s Court?” I tried to dig up what Miller had said about the Faerie Queen.

“Queen Maeve,” the Fae’s voice was wistful, and he said the name with no small amount of love and adoration attached to it. “I was her right hand when we discovered the mortal realm . . . I mean this realm,” he quickly corrected himself. “I was the first emissary here, and promised a spot on The Nine for my good work. I should have been the Satyr Prince, but many felt I was corrupted by the humans, and my younger brother ascended instead of me. I was banished here, but I’ve made the best of my situation,” he explained like he was talking about ancient history.

It took me a half-second to understand that he was. This definitely happened before humans started drawing stick figures on cave walls.

“Don’t be coy, Lark, you were absolutely corrupted by this realm. Your dick led you astray more than once. You have no one to blame but yourself,” the mature woman replied as Lark moved aside. Despite the barb, the Fae just grinned.

“Cameron Dupree, be known to Morgan le Fay. Where Mr. Cottonclove was elected to the board to handle the affairs of our members of former allegiance, Morgan represents our mages,” Miss Venitas had just dropped key information on the organization’s structure of the cabal, but I couldn’t get past the mage’s name.

“No . . . can’t be . . . not possible . . .” I floundered, as the mage just stood there with her hand outstretched.

Her dark eyes twinkled with mischief as I slowly extended my hand. If she was the Morgan le Fey, history did not speak kindly of her. As I grasped her hand, Lark chuckled.

“You owe me twenty bucks,” he elbowed Miss Venitas playfully. With a mock glare, she coughed over the dough. I was still completely focused on Morgan.

“I told my mother you are a little bit of a history buff, but she didn’t know if you’d notice the name?” Lilith supplied with a roll of her eyes. She clearly didn’t like her mother gambling with her First.

“It’s Morgan fucking le Fey, how could I not know who she is?” I kept that to myself.

“I’ve heard of you,” I