Free Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9 by Tracy St.John Page A

trouble. Though she couldn’t hear the words,
I thought she might pick up my mood.

    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,