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

two of the species. Those comparisons had solidly placed Lilith second in all categories, and now I knew why. Lilith was someone I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck her long, I wanted to fuck her hard, and I would never want the fucking to end. Venus was not someone you wanted to fuck. Venus was someone you wanted to worship. That was the difference, and now I understood why Lilith was nervous to be here. She didn’t want to be seen as less than.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Venus saw the toll this was taking on me. “Our schedule is pretty light until after the holiday season, so take the next two weeks to settle in. Peter may have some light training and introductions scheduled, but spend the time to make yourself at home. Unfortunately, you can’t leave the cabal-controlled areas at this time. There is a warrant out for your arrest, and if they see you here, they can apply for a search warrant and come take you. Without that probable cause, they won’t dare enter my home,” she gave me a comforting smile. “If it makes you feel any better; Lilith, Dani, and Xamira are in the same boat.”

“I might be able to help with that,” Lark offered, but shut up when Venus made a swift motion with her hand.

“Go, relax, Cameron, we’ll talk again soon,” she turned her back on me, and walked away.

I was mesmerized by the motion of her ass. Each step made her hips roll, and shoulders sway, with an ease that Lilith just hadn’t mastered. With an audible huff, Lilith led me out of the room. Once we were outside, I felt her mother’s influence lessen, but Lilith also moved away from me. For a second, I thought she looked hurt, but then her expression shifted back to neutral.

“I’ll show you too your room,” she started walking back toward the elevators.

“Wondering what could go wrong now, Cam?” Dani whispered as she fell in step behind me.

“Fuck. Yep, she’s pissed,” I concluded. “What did she expect would happen when I met the Venus?” it was a stupid thing to get pissed about, but that didn’t stop me.

By the time I got to my room I wasn’t in a talking mood. Seeing Fern there, safe and sound, didn’t even help. The cabal assured me I was safe as long as I didn’t leave, but now I felt cornered. Two weeks of this was going to wear me down, I knew that.

“I’ll have to take Lark up on his offer,” I concluded, and just hoped it was enough to stay sane.

Chapter 9

Christmas morning. All over the world, children were heading downstairs to drink hot coco and open their presents under the tree. Some might have even gotten up a little early to sneak a peek while their parents were still asleep. It was a truly magical time of year, and all over the world, mages harnessed the power that came from the belief of the masses. I had no doubt Morgan was up to something. If I’d been asleep, I probably would have missed the slight tingling sensation that spread through my bones; but I wasn’t. I was wide awake.

I don’t know what I was thinking. Actually, I knew exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking this would be like any other hotel and I would be able to sleep like a normal human being. Alas, I was at the center of succubus power. Literal sex gods and goddesses inhabited the rooms all around me. The sounds I heard last night sure as shit weren’t Santa’s reindeer stopping buy to drop off the big man. Not unless Santa was into different types of toys and butt stuff.

“Enough already,” I groaned, rolled over, and slammed a pillow down on my head. Those kids who couldn’t sleep because they were so excited for Christmas morning got more sleep than me.

I’d heard more than one exclamation to a higher power yelled in the last eight hours. That thought had a lot more context now. I was in the presence of gods. I’d spent my last few days of confinement in the penthouse floors researching just what that meant. My results were inconclusive. Gods, with a lower-case G, was an unclassified term the UN and WRA didn’t recognize or approve of. I could understand why. There were enough cults worshipping things before the Revelation. Now that people knew those ancient entities were legit, it could lead to all kinds of problems.

From my limited research, gods were like porn, you knew them when you saw them. Venus Venitas was a god. She was ancient, I’m talking several thousand years old. Older than Via, or anything else I’d ever met on this earth; despite looking barely a decade older than her eighteen-year-old daughter. She was powerful in ways I didn’t understand; just being in her presence was overwhelming. But the most important criteria of my categorization was that she had followers. She was the president, CEO, and chairwoman of the board of the Venetian Cabal. A backwoods cult cutting chicken throats in sacrifice had nothing on the power, conventional and mystical, the cabal could bring to the table.

Every time I invoked the gods, in thanks or frustration, I was directing it at creatures like her. “And she lives two floors above me.”

“Master Cam?” Fern stirred.

The pixie was more than a little intimidated to be living in the heart of the cabal HQ. She’d served a knight of The Lady of Winter’s court, and her liege had never been a fan of this cabal. To suddenly live among people who were once her enemies was a lot to handle, and she insisted on staying with me despite being offered her own space.

The first night she tried to climb into my bed, so I gave it to her and took