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

Bane was shrugging. “She’s okay. A
little lacking upstairs.”

C.K. snorted. “Yeah, in both boobs and
brains. That ain’t her fault, and pussy is pussy, Bane.”

“I’ve been busy. You know I’m happy
getting stuff done for the Beasts.” The agent sounded respectful
without being a whining butt kisser. I was impressed.

C.K. shook his head. “You’ve been an
ace enforcer, man. But we don’t tolerate queers.”

Bane affected righteous indignation,
letting a little anger peek through. “I ain’t queer. I fucked my
first pussy at the age of ten and been fucking it ever
since.”

Ew. This conversation got more
disgusting by the second.

C.K. grinned. Or maybe it was a snarl.
With that face, it was hard to tell. “Well, show us, big man. Plow
some pussy right now.” He gestured at me.

Bane turned to grab my arm. “You’re the
boss. Let’s go, Fizz.”

C.K.’s grin/snarl grew. “No, brother.
Lay the bitch right here.” He slapped the table in front of him
with enough force that it sounded like a shotgun blast. I
jumped.

Bane’s cool façade slipped for an
instant. “In front of everyone?”

The Beasts’ leader’s voice was as cold
as chipped ice. “Fuck her, Bane. I want to know if you’re a man or
not.”

Bane’s eyes met mine. In them, I read
panic. Oh man, this guy’s morals were getting him in deeper and
deeper trouble and taking me with him.

I had a very bad feeling about what
this bunch of homophobic creeps might do to Bane if he didn’t
perform the deed. I could come up with only one solution. Well, it
wasn’t my body, and I found the werewolf attractive. What was the
harm?

Decision made, I moved close to Bane.
“Come on, big man. Show me what you got.” I gave him a steady look
to let him know it was okay. “I can take it.”

Thank goodness Fizz had been wearing
stilettos, because she was short and Bane was tall. I was able to
press lips with him.

His mouth was tentative on mine,
obviously still very unsure about what was going to happen. I
wrapped my arms around his neck and hauled him as close as we could
get. My tongue pushed between his lips to run across those sharp
wolf’s teeth. Hmm. Half-man, half-beast. This was actually kind of
hot. I’ve always enjoyed taboo pleasures best. And hey, if Fizz
didn’t mind the threat of picking up Zoo Flu, then why not go for
it?

Even better, he started kissing me
back. I realized in a hurry that his tongue was longer than the
usual, probably because he was part wolf. Well. That gave me even
more ideas. I was suddenly very, very interested in this big, bad
wolf. My nipples went hard, and my pussy went wet.

When the kiss broke, he kept his lips
brushing mine so he could whisper out of everyone else’s hearing,
“Get out of there. She wants me. You don’t.”

That might be, but I was afraid of what
Fizz would tell everyone once she had her body back. I whispered
back, “Shut up and trust me. This isn’t my first rodeo, sexually
speaking.”

When Bane continued to hesitate, I went
down on my knees before him, using his muscled body to help me move
slowly down. His eyes were wide as I used teeth to unbutton then
unzip his pants. I realized Fizz was paying close attention to what
I did, as if gathering pointers. I have a lot of knowledge when it
comes to sex.

Fizz wasn’t the only one getting an
eyeful as I tugged the front of Bane’s jeans and underwear down. By
the way, some guys do tightie whities quite well. Bane’s seemed to
glow against his tanned and slightly furred skin. I was very aware
of everyone in the room watching me, which only got me hotter.
Under the right circumstances, I love to be watched having
sex.

Bane did not share my kink. As I
exposed him, it was apparent he had plenty to be proud of, but he
was soft. This was so not going to get him off the hook with C.K.,
so I got right to work.

I sucked him into my mouth, enjoying
the velvet smoothness of his skin against my tongue. One nice thing
about getting hold of a guy before he gets hard is being able to
take all of him in and making him grow until you can’t anymore. As
a ghost, I don’t have to breathe, so deepthroating is not a big
deal these days. But I was in Fizz’s body now, and even in his
disinterested state Bane was big enough to tempt the gag
reflex.

I rolled my eyes back to look up at the
shifter submissively. His eyes had shaded more yellow gold than
brown gold, and I could tell I was bringing his animal to the fore.
I mouthed him expertly, rubbing my tongue over that throbbing vein
on the underside, bobbing my head back and forth and sucking the
head of his cock hard on the backswing. One of my palms cupped his
balls through his clothing, rubbing gently.

And thank goodness, Bane began to rise
to the occasion. He grew fast, and I was having to concentrate to
keep my throat relaxed enough to take the added length. Bane was
long and he was thick. It took all the skills I’d developed as a
high-priced escort who offered extra benefits to handle
him.

I heard one masculine voice speak with
respect. “Damn, look at her take all that. If he doesn’t want her
after this, give her to me, C.K.”

Excitement zinged through my body. I
kept my eyes on Bane, as if he and I were the only people in the
room, but being watched servicing him had my girl parts in an
uproar. To be so naughty was adding to my thrill, and my werewolf
was obviously starting to enjoy himself too. His hands circled my
head, and his hips began to match my rhythm. I caught a salty bit
of flavor as he worked my mouth, and I moaned with delight as I
swallowed the tasty morsel of pre-ejaculate.

Bane groan-growled softly and pulled
his cock free of me. “Clothes off and on the table, Fizz.
Hurry.”

I stood and wished my clothes away. Of
course it didn’t work, because they were Fizz’s clothes on Fizz’s
body. Sheesh, I wasn’t used to being corporeal anymore. I covered
the momentary pause by hurriedly stripping the tight jeans and
low-cut blouse off. Matching gold bra and panties went next, and I
was naked in front of the Beasts and Bane.

I realized more people had come into
the club since I’d last come up for air, and we had quite a crowd
around us now. With my head giddy from anticipation, I sat on the
table and laid back.

And looked into C.K.’s nasty pig face
over me. He was panting between those yellowed boar teeth.
Gross.

I quickly brought my attention back to
Bane. He looked at me with all the heat a woman can ask from a man.
I spread my legs in invitation, wanting to feel that very large,
very thick cock inside. He growled to see me so exposed, and the
light dusting of black and gray fur on the skin his leather vest
exposed was suddenly longer and coarser. Oh my.

He put two fingers inside me and drew
them out slowly. He held them up in the air to show everyone the
wetness. Growls and grunts greeted the sight. Then he looked at me
with those golden animal eyes, and I squirmed with need.

“Please,” I whimpered.

To my relieved delight, Bane grabbed
hold of my thighs, lifting me into position. He slid in nice and
smooth, though that width was a little more than Fizz was used to
handling, given how it ached to take him in. Maybe she wouldn’t
have liked it, but it’s the kind of uncomfortable fullness I
enjoy.

Oh, did I ever enjoy it.

He sheathed himself in our shared body,
bumping hard against the cervix. Cascades of brilliant, sparkly
sensation washed over me, making me groan throatily with pleasure.
I grabbed the sides of the table and hung on as Bane drove against
me with a steady rhythm.

I don’t know what was more exciting;
being taken by a muscled beast-man who was packing a lot more than
a pea-shooter, or having all those people watch his flesh work in
and out of mine. The combined thrills took me on an express ride
right up to the edge of climax, though. In no time I was crying
out, my knuckles white as I held on for dear life.

Bane was getting furrier by the second,
and his muzzle was extending, becoming more wolf-like as he rode
me. Bestiality has never been on my radar as sexually enticing, and
I began to pray he’d hit climax before doggy-style became more than
a position.

And he was getting close, to judge by
the quickening pace of his hips pounding against mine. I closed my
eyes to shut out all but the sensation of his flesh thudding into
me, stroking with luscious pressure against the ever-eager cluster
of nerves inside my sheath. The tireless friction was lighting an
inferno, and I was closing in on complete conflagration. A
pre-climax convulsion tightened everything below my waist. I
wailed.

The wail became a shriek as the real
thing hit, pulverizing me from the inside. The spasm that seized me
bowed my back so that only my buttocks and head touched the table.
It held me in its jaws like a dog with a rag doll, and I was
helpless in its ruthless grip.

Then the wonderfully brutal pressure
eased to be replaced by dozens of smaller paroxysms that had me
tossing my head from side to side in agonized delight. It was the
kind of orgasm you wish would never end. I could have rode that
thing for eternity.

When it did end, Bane was moving very
slowly, his growls continuous. The rest of the room was deadly
silent with an appreciative hush. I had the sudden insight that the
Beasts, interested only in their own pleasures and caring little
for that of their ‘property’, may have never seen a woman climax
outside of porn movies.

Well, boys. Now you know.

As I went quiet, C.K.’s voice broke
into the silence. “Pull out so we can see you get off. I want to
know for sure.”

Bane’s face, more wolf than man now,
wrinkled into a snarl, though he didn’t dare look at C.K. He pulled
out of my still trembling pussy.

“Back on your knees, Fizz,” he ordered.
I somehow understood him though his voice had degenerated into a
barking growl.

I slid to the floor, my legs rubbery. I
was happy to see Bane remained all man in one aspect. I slid my
tongue all over the head of his cock, tasting my own sea-saltiness
there.

That’s all it took. With a roar, hot
seed spurted from him, setting off raucous cheers from our
audience. I caught every sweet drop in my mouth.

C.K.’s hateful voice ruined a wonderful
moment. “Swallow it, girl. It’s your honor to get what we give
you.”

I obeyed, staring up at Bane’s
strangely handsome if feral face to keep from glaring my dislike at
C.K. What an a-hole.

Bane’s features began reverting back to
human, or as human as he could get. I can’t explain how he shifted.
It’s like with every blink of my eyes, he was a little less wolfy,
but I could never see the actual change. I’ve seen shifters turn
all at once, and that’s pretty amazing. This was just
disconcerting.

Bane helped me to my feet,
simultaneously tucking himself back into his pants. “I guess I’ll
keep her, C.K.”

That earned a few noises of
disappointment from the other Beasts. Bane gave me a sly wink that
no one else caught. I had to restrain a grin as I picked up Fizz’s
discarded clothes and got dressed.

As everyone drifted off and I finished
dressing, it suddenly occurred to me that what I’d done with Bane
might be construed as cheating on Tristan and Dan.

Oh crap.

This isn’t my body. Therefore, it can’t
be cheating.

Hey, Tristan has sex with his blood
donors every night. Vampires can’t take live blood without screwing
the victim. So even if I did cheat, he can’t say anything about
it.

Dan knows my issues with monogamy. He
allows me to sleep with Tristan, and we’ve never said I couldn’t
have sex with other men. Have we? So this shouldn’t be a big
deal.

Bane might have been killed if I hadn’t
helped him. Surely no one would expect me to stand by and let a cop
get murdered.

All my arguments weren’t swaying the
sick feeling that I’d done something really wrong. The certainty
that what I’d done with Bane would not sit well with Dan, and the
suspicion Tristan might also be displeased nagged at me.

Boy, I hoped saving Bane’s butt hadn’t
effed up everything else.

I adjusted Fizz’s clothing, wishing I
could take the stripper shopping for something nicer than polyester
and denim from Wally World. Maybe if she dressed better, she’d
think more highly of herself. I wanted to shake the girl, get her
out of the mindset that she was a possession.

As I dealt with the churning guilt of
screwing Bane and wanting to give Fizz a good dose of self-esteem,
a whip-thin, pale human male walked into the club like he owned it.
His eyes lit on me in an instant, and he snorted as I made one last
adjustment to the ridiculous bit of rayon pretending to be
clothing.

“Stripping off the clock, Fizz?” he
asked.

C.K. answered for me. “You missed a
good show, Hazel.”

So this was the Beasts’ witch. No way I
was leaving Fizz’s body right now, not when he’d see me. I gave
Bane a meaningful look and slowly moved away from C.K.’s table,
trying to fade into the background.