Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (warren buffett book recommendations TXT) 📗

turned the men on, and the women off. The prosecution had made sure to get as many anti-supernatural women as possible onto the jury.

Lilith laid out the outfit, and the lawyer got up to turn his back. “You don’t have to,” she whispered, as she started to undo the buttons on her orange jumpsuit.

“Um . . .” the man stammered.

Lilith could feel his excitement. She had felt it the first day they sat together in this room. He was rich enough he could have any human he wanted, but he never imagined he could get her. It wasn’t just that he was old and she was barely legal; but that she was an honest to god succubus. In her experience, that fascinated men.

“This isn’t really . . .” he fingered the wedding band on his left hand.

His wife was probably some pretty, young, blonde thing who sat there and took his wrinkly, old dick once a week so that when he died, she inherited his fortune.

“Shh,” she whispered, as she pulled her arms out of the jumpsuit and shimmied it down over her hips. She heard his intake of breath.

The bra and panties were prison issue, and designed to be cheap and unflattering. That didn’t matter with her. Despite the depression-inducing lighting, her sun-kissed skin seemed to glow. Her flat, toned stomach tightened as she stretched her arms over her head. The bra wasn’t the right size, and the underwire failed to contain her. The lawyer let out a little gasp as it rode up to show some underboob, and almost resulted in a nip slip. She could hear his heart pounding out of control, and felt most of that blood heading south. He might not be old enough to need a Viagra to get it up, but the way his five-figure pants strained, he might as well have popped one.

She smiled as she brought her arms down and slowly sorted through her outfit. As she did, she fed. It was nothing like taking a hot load in any of her holes. His desire, his tempered lust, was a drop in the bucket to the ocean of power Cam could produce; but it was food. She was by no means starving, but it had been a long time since she’d had a proper meal. The prosecution was making sure it stayed that way. It was an all-look-and-no-touch arrangement designed to keep her weak and at their mercy. So far, it was working. She wouldn’t normally be showing her tits to her lawyer just to get a snack.

The power slowly trickled across the room to her. It was unseen, intangible, but it was there nonetheless. She breathed it in through her nostrils, tasted it on her tongue, and felt it energize her. It was just a bite of what could have been a full-course meal. Even if the prosecution had allowed her to take more, she couldn’t. If she did, her defense team would be leaderless. The last thing she wanted to do was distract her lawyer too much, or put him in a sex coma.

She did have to give him some credit. He didn’t start panting like a dog, beg to touch her, or whip out his dick. “Maybe his wife isn’t some twenty-year-old bimbo after all,” she shrugged into the conservative outfit and took her seat at the table.

“Where are we at finding Cam?” was always her first question.

The lawyer’s dick was still prominently displayed against his pants as he took his seat, cleared his throat, and tried to settle his mind. She gave him a moment, because it was a few more seconds where she could believe people actually knew what the fuck they were doing.

Her trial began as scheduled on January eleventh, but Cam went missing nearly a week before that. Word of what happened in New York didn’t take long to reach Nevada, and once word got to Lilith, she knew Cam was somehow involved. It wasn’t just a coincidence that Cam was spirited away to the Big Apple, and a few days later, something tried to open up the top of the UN HQ like it was a can of beer.

Even worse, no one had any fucking idea where her First was. That’s when she nearly busted out of this joint. It took the lawyer, Aden, and a call from her mother to convince Lilith that they’d find the man she’d started to love. Marcella was on the case, along with the cabal’s New York assets. Lilith might not like the elder vamp after what happened in Reno, but there was no questioning her commitment to the cabal, or her ability to get shit done. Still, despite ongoing lawsuits, threats, cajoling, and no small amount of bespelling people; Marcella had nearly nothing to show for it.

The only thing she did have was recovered cell phone video of a hooded woman hitting a car engine like she was in the Little League World Series. It also caught a bit of the selkie attack before the recorder was eaten. It was likely none of the humans watching knew the twenty-foot great white-squid hybrid was a Fae, but that didn’t stop the sinking feeling in Lilith’s gut that something very, very bad had happened to Cam. There was only one reason the Fae would be after him, and considering her predicament, only one noble Fae could have made it happen.

Venus was pissed as well, and under the covenants, her mother had reached out. That’s what she was looking for an update on.

“We are still waiting for a reply from the Winter Court,” the lawyer informed. “Our allies are searching, but time doesn’t always work the same in the Faerie Realms as it does here, and if one of the Nine wants too . . .”

Lilith tuned him out. The Nine were basically gods, if they wanted to fuck with time