with vibrant tattoos twisting up her sleeveless arms—glanced over at Jayce and smiled. “Didn’t realize Sadie was your type,” she teased as she wiped the bar down.
“What can I say? Older women have more experience.”
“Who was the blonde with them?”
“Cami. Lynn’s daughter.”
Maggie’s eyes widened. “ That was Cami? Didn’t she go…completely off her rocker or something?”
“Something.”
“Poor girl.” Maggie shook her head. “Must be hard on her. Hope she doesn’t relapse into cuckoo land; tragedy is weird. Messes with your energy. It’ll turn her chakras sideways.”
He handed the check over to her. “Put that on my tab.”
Maggie lifted her eyebrows. “No tab.”
“Aw, c’mon, Mag…” he leaned his elbows onto the bar. “I’m good for it. Promise.”
“Wrap your pretty promises around this.” She slapped a bill in front of him—to the tune of three digits. “That’s for the month. Harken’s been up my ass about it. I can’t keep cutting corners around you, baby doll.”
Jayce grimaced. Hunting shapeshifters wasn’t exactly a lucrative career. The odd average-joe job tossed him some cash here and there, but it mostly just covered gas money, car repairs (the Camaro was the one thing he doted on), and the occasional six-pack.
“Soon as I finish training,” he promised. “I’ll make it worth the wait.”
She mirrored his posture, propping her elbows on the bar opposite him. Gave him a good view of her cleavage popping out of her too-tight Ramones shirt. “Can you promise that?”
He smiled.
“Oh God…oh God, oh God …”
For a self-proclaimed agnostic/spiritualist, Maggie sure had a lot to say about God as she grew closer and closer to her climax. Jayce’s head was buried between her thighs and he licked her voraciously, drinking in her sweetness. He was familiar with a small piercing on the hood of her clit and he’d learned to flick it with his tongue when she got like this, letting the hard jewel hit her sensitive nub again and again. He went there now and Maggie gasped, her thighs vibrating.
“Oh God…just like that…” Maggie threatened to squirm straight off the edge of the sink, but Jayce kept her propped up, his hands on her hips, holding her back. The bathroom in Peaches & Cream was small, but they didn’t need a lot of room. If anything, they took up less space than one person, with her heels digging into his back painfully, her fingers yanking his hair. He couldn’t breathe, not with her thighs so tight around his head, and he didn’t care. He didn’t want to breathe, didn’t want to think, and her thighs seemed like a good place to hide from the rest of the world.
People grieve in strange ways , Jayce thought when Maggie moaned loudly and flooded his mouth, bucking her hips against his lips.
Cami was halfway to the funeral. Jayce was trading a meal for a meal . And Pam—
Well. He didn’t even want to think what Pam was up to now.
Chapter 8
The fox girl scampered through the woods on quick feet. Lightly, she bounded over mossy stones and logs. It’d been too long since she’d had a proper meal and the squirrel she was chasing looked to be just the thing—
A loud snap! echoed through the woods and the fox lurched and tumbled into an explosion of leaves.
Bones cracked.
The ginger woman lay panting in leaves and dirt. Naked, blood trickling down her foot. Even as her leg transformed, the bear trap just sunk deeper into her human skin.
The autumn leaves crunched underfoot. Pam walked up to the fox woman with her revolver in hand. She dropped a silver bullet in the barrel and snapped it into place.
“Keeper Lynn protects me!” the fox woman squeaked.
“Your precious Keeper is dead, sunshine,” Pam said, cocking her gun. “Ain’t no one protecting your furry ass now.”
The shot rang out.
Chapter 9
Cami practiced breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. Then in through her mouth and out through her
“What can I say? Older women have more experience.”
“Who was the blonde with them?”
“Cami. Lynn’s daughter.”
Maggie’s eyes widened. “ That was Cami? Didn’t she go…completely off her rocker or something?”
“Something.”
“Poor girl.” Maggie shook her head. “Must be hard on her. Hope she doesn’t relapse into cuckoo land; tragedy is weird. Messes with your energy. It’ll turn her chakras sideways.”
He handed the check over to her. “Put that on my tab.”
Maggie lifted her eyebrows. “No tab.”
“Aw, c’mon, Mag…” he leaned his elbows onto the bar. “I’m good for it. Promise.”
“Wrap your pretty promises around this.” She slapped a bill in front of him—to the tune of three digits. “That’s for the month. Harken’s been up my ass about it. I can’t keep cutting corners around you, baby doll.”
Jayce grimaced. Hunting shapeshifters wasn’t exactly a lucrative career. The odd average-joe job tossed him some cash here and there, but it mostly just covered gas money, car repairs (the Camaro was the one thing he doted on), and the occasional six-pack.
“Soon as I finish training,” he promised. “I’ll make it worth the wait.”
She mirrored his posture, propping her elbows on the bar opposite him. Gave him a good view of her cleavage popping out of her too-tight Ramones shirt. “Can you promise that?”
He smiled.
“Oh God…oh God, oh God …”
For a self-proclaimed agnostic/spiritualist, Maggie sure had a lot to say about God as she grew closer and closer to her climax. Jayce’s head was buried between her thighs and he licked her voraciously, drinking in her sweetness. He was familiar with a small piercing on the hood of her clit and he’d learned to flick it with his tongue when she got like this, letting the hard jewel hit her sensitive nub again and again. He went there now and Maggie gasped, her thighs vibrating.
“Oh God…just like that…” Maggie threatened to squirm straight off the edge of the sink, but Jayce kept her propped up, his hands on her hips, holding her back. The bathroom in Peaches & Cream was small, but they didn’t need a lot of room. If anything, they took up less space than one person, with her heels digging into his back painfully, her fingers yanking his hair. He couldn’t breathe, not with her thighs so tight around his head, and he didn’t care. He didn’t want to breathe, didn’t want to think, and her thighs seemed like a good place to hide from the rest of the world.
People grieve in strange ways , Jayce thought when Maggie moaned loudly and flooded his mouth, bucking her hips against his lips.
Cami was halfway to the funeral. Jayce was trading a meal for a meal . And Pam—
Well. He didn’t even want to think what Pam was up to now.
Chapter 8
The fox girl scampered through the woods on quick feet. Lightly, she bounded over mossy stones and logs. It’d been too long since she’d had a proper meal and the squirrel she was chasing looked to be just the thing—
A loud snap! echoed through the woods and the fox lurched and tumbled into an explosion of leaves.
Bones cracked.
The ginger woman lay panting in leaves and dirt. Naked, blood trickling down her foot. Even as her leg transformed, the bear trap just sunk deeper into her human skin.
The autumn leaves crunched underfoot. Pam walked up to the fox woman with her revolver in hand. She dropped a silver bullet in the barrel and snapped it into place.
“Keeper Lynn protects me!” the fox woman squeaked.
“Your precious Keeper is dead, sunshine,” Pam said, cocking her gun. “Ain’t no one protecting your furry ass now.”
The shot rang out.
Chapter 9
Cami practiced breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. Then in through her mouth and out through her
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