Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) (32 page)

I decided to
find him and make sure he was all right.

I spotted
several fire trucks as I headed down Saginaw toward the park along the river.
The fire crews seemed to be handling all the fires, even though most were, once
again, magickal fires. Glamours. Meant to distract and keep the crews busy. I
had no idea what the distraction was for. We had found Devlin and Galen and
took care of the demons—yet the fires still burned. Which meant someone else
had to be controlling them. But who? And why?

The entire force
was on call tonight, P.I.T Crew and members of the regular FPD and FFD worked
together to deal with Halloween craziness. I found a beat cop and asked if he
had seen Malone recently.

He pointed
toward the park. Damn, still at the park? That probably wasn’t a good thing.
Freaking naked fairies. At least it wasn’t a nymph. I hoped it wasn’t. Nymphs
could charm the pants off a priest.

I headed down
the endless flight of stairs leading to the park hoping to save Malone from
getting glittered, glamoured… or worse.

I found him on a
bench in Riverview Park with sparkling pink fairy tits in his face. The winged
tramp was giving him a drunken lap dance as she dripped glitter all over the
place. Damn, she had to be the bustiest fairy ever. Usually the fae were small
petite little things like the two females I spotted out partying. This one was
small but had some big ol’ boobies, currently pressed up in Mike’s face. He
seemed to be struggling to get away from the little thing. All that glitter
probably had him fairy bound, which meant she could do just about anything to
him and he couldn’t get away.

I was so not in
the mood to watch Malone bang someone else. I had more than enough watching
from the sidelines with Galen tonight. Talk about an ego squasher. Watching
your man have sex with someone else was not a turn on, at least not for me.
What was really terrible about it, my being helpless to stop it. Not this time.
This time I could do something.

“Get the hell
off him,” I yelled at the fairy.

“You want some
of this witch?” she asked as she pushed her breasts together, tweaked her
nipples and gyrating her hips.

“No, and he
doesn’t either.” I gestured toward Mike.

“Oh, yeah, he
does!” She giggled as she wiggled on top of him. “I can feel he really likes
me.” She caressed the bulge in his pants and made a move to unzip him.

Oh. Hell.
Fucking. No. “Hold it right there fairy bitch. Don’t touch him again.” I fished
around in my pockets praying I had an anti-fairy powder or something. Shit, I
used to carry fairy protection all the time. Why did I stop?

“What are you
gonna do about it, witch?” she antagonized as she simulated sex moves on top of
Mike.

What was I going
to do about it? I had protection for myself. Mel had made a beautiful set of
iron jewelry to protect me from fae power, but what about Mike? He was already
fully glammed and glittered, the iron might take a while to work. Hmmm…maybe if
I could slip the necklace…Wait what if I put the bracelet on the fairy? That
would make her powerless and her glamours would become dormant.

So, I tried a
different approach. “Hey, you think maybe we could have a threesome? I’ve
always wanted to do a fairy.”

“Really?” she
asked with a drunken hiccup looking very interested in my proposal. Didn’t
matter two seconds ago I had been threatening to kick her ass, drunken fairies
had short attention spans.

“Yeah, don’t you
think it would be hot? A witch and a fairy could really rock this guy’s world.
He wouldn’t know what hit him.” Mike suddenly looked very interested in what I
was saying. So did the fairy.

She smiled and
gestured for me to come toward her. “Yeah, come on, let’s play.” She giggled
and hiccupped. “This is going to be so much fun.”

I slid the
bracelet from my wrist and hid it in the palm of my hand. Thankfully it was one
of those half bracelets you snap over your wrist. It would be easy to get on
her. I moved like I was going to touch her breast and I smacked the bracelet
onto her wrist. She howled and Mike came out of his daze.

“What the hell?”
she mewled. “Why’d you do that? I thought we were going to have some fun.” Big
purple tears fell from her exotic uptilted eyes as she sniffled. Her glitter
stopped flowing and her wings sagged. She sat down on the ground with a hiccupy
harrumph.

“What happened,”
Mike asked as he brushed the glitter from his clothes and stood up. His
semi-erect penis tented his pants. I tried to ignore it.

“I just rescued
you from another woman who wanted to jump your bones.”

He smiled and
flexed his muscles. “I told you they line up to get some of this.”

I smacked him. “Yeah,
too bad they seem to think they have to glamour you to do so. We have really
got to get you some protection against fairy and vampire glamour.”

He looked
sheepish. “Probably a good idea.” He looked at the fairy with a naughty twinkle
in his eyes. “You know I haven’t been to a strip club in years and miss pink
fairy is stacked—and she can give a hell of a lap dance. Maybe I didn’t want to
be interrupted. And then I think there was some talk about a fairy-witch-human
threesome. I might like being the human meat in the middle of that supernatural
sandwich.”

I smacked him. “All
right, I can take the bracelet off her and let her finish having her way with
you,” I snapped with snark as I reached for his zipper. “She did say you were
hard and ready, here let’s get it out for her.” I grabbed him and he was very
hard, though I wasn’t sure if it was from the fairy or from me reaching for
him. He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms and kissed me roughly.

“I was just
kidding. I don’t want no damn fairy, Anwyn. I want you. You know that. Don’t
you?” he growled against my lips.

“Woo hoo! Get in
on!” the fairy hooted. “Come on, give a girl a show.”

I looked over to
see her as she wiggled her hips and shook her massive mammaries. I guess taking
away her power didn’t diminish her sex drive. Not surprising.

I turned back to
Malone and stroked his rock hard erection as I nibbled on his bottom lip. “Really?
You sure, because she looks ready to give you the time of your life.”

“Come on, let me
see what your man’s made of! Hell yeah!” she whistled and hollered. Then I
heard her moan. I turned to look at her again. She had her legs spread wide and
her fingers buried inside, busy pumping.

Prodded by the
fairy’s hoots Mike grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, his shaft sliding along
my belly as he deepened the kiss between us. Heat flowed and desperate need
seared my insides.

Goddess, I was
so hot I couldn’t believe it. I rubbed my body along his, not caring if the
fairy was watching.

A roar filled my
ears. Suddenly, I was so hot my skin burned.

An explosion
rocked the night, shaking the ground and sending us flying. Before I knew what
happened my body violently tumbled through the air as I frantically tried to
hold onto Mike. Heat and debris flew around us, threatening to burn our flesh.

The building
behind us had blown up. The force knocked us all halfway across the park. It
threw the little fairy right into the Flint River. I lay on the grass shocked
and unable to move as I watched the pink fairy bobble up and down in the
burning debris filled water.

Mike groaned and
crawled over to me. He was covered in soot and had a few bloody cuts on his
hands and face. “Are you okay, Anwyn?” he asked, his voice deep and scratchy.

I moved, testing
my limbs to see if anything was broken. I ached everywhere but nothing seemed
to be seriously injured. “Yeah, I think I’m fine.”

Mike slowly
stood up and stretched to make sure everything was in the right place. Thankfully
his beautiful penis hadn’t been harmed. I watched him tuck the flaccid shaft
back into his pants. I guess almost being blown up can really kill the mood.

I lay there and
watched him, too afraid to try and stand up on my own. It would be my luck something
was broken, and I just didn’t know it. I looked around. Smoking and burning
pieces of wood and debris were strewn haphazardly around the park and floated
in the river. How we managed to make it relatively unharmed was nothing short
of a miracle. The Goddess must have been watching over us tonight.

Mike helped me
to my feet as Mel, Satinka, Galen and a couple Guardians, including the wolf,
Troy, came running down the opposite side of the embankment. I noted Galen had
put on clothes. That was a good thing. I hoped he found a shower, too, because
I didn’t want to smell any lingering scent from the clearing.

“Anwyn, what the
hell happened?” Mel asked as she created a magick bridge so they could cross
the river. Satinka flew over the water while the rest of them used Mel’s
bridge.

Galen rushed to
my side not caring Mike was holding my hand. He quickly looked me over, running
his hands over my arms, legs and torso assessing the damage. Mike growled and
Galen snarled. I mentally told them both to shut the hell up.

“You’re really
okay?” Galen asked. “I don’t feel anything broken. I heard a loud explosion and
I just knew you were close to it. Thank god you’re not hurt.”

“I’m fine, just
got the wind knocked out of me when the building over there decided to blow up.”
I gestured to the area that had been a large building but was now mostly a
smoldering pile of ashes with a few flames licking around the edges.

“Why were you
guys down here?” Mel asked as she snapped photos of everything with her
magickal camera.

“Drunk fairy. Oh
crap the fairy! She got tossed into the river; I hope she’s not hurt. Her wing
was singed and she was so drunk she couldn’t fly and her powers are blocked
because I snapped an iron bracelet on her.”

Satinka quickly
said, “I’ll go look for her and make sure she’s not injured, then I’ll take her
home.”

“Thanks Sati.” I
smiled grateful someone would check on the fairy, even if the drunken little
bitch had been glamouring my man…one of my men. Wow, I sounded more like a slut
every time I thought about it. Men. Plural. More than one. I really wasn’t that
type of woman, yet, here I was having a sexual relationship with two men at
once. Well not technically at the same time. It wasn’t like we were having
threesomes. Oh hell’s bells.

“You’re welcome,
Anwyn.”

My head snapped
up as Satinka flew into the sky and followed the river to find the fairy. Her
voice had drawn me out of my inner angst driven dialogue.

Galen startled
me by wrapping his arms around me and picking me off the ground. “You could
have been killed.” He mumbled into my hair. His own hair was damp, and he
smelled like Galen, not like the clearing. He must have gone to VAMP to take a
quick shower and grab some clothes. Thank Goddess.

“She’s tough,”
Mike growled. “But she was just tossed thirty feet and landed hard. You may
want to put her down in case of any internal injuries.”

Galen put me
down and turned to Mike. “I checked, there are no injuries.”

“Yeah, how the
hell do you know that?” Mike challenged.

“Because, I
would have felt them when I ran my hands over her. The vibrations of injuries
are different than those of healthy tissue. I can feel the subtle differences.”
Galen smirked.

Hmm, not a
common vampire power. At least not one I had ever heard of before.

“Oh,” was all
Mike could say as they stood there glaring at each other.

I moved between
them. “Shouldn’t we focus on the building that blew up? Like why it blew up and
if there was anyone in there.”

“It’s another
distraction,” one of the Guardians replied. “I can’t smell anyone or anything
in there alive or once alive. Yet, this one is a real fire while many of the
others are just glamours.”

Yes, obviously
it was real, it just blew me and Mike across the damn park.

What the hell
was going on? If the city was filled with fires both real and fake, someone was
going to a lot of trouble to hide something else going on, probably to keep us
clear of it and keep us in the city, which meant whatever was happening must be
going on outside of town. But where?

Chapter 40

The magick fires
died out and the fire department put out all the real ones, including the
abandoned building that exploded and came way too close to hurting, possibly
killing, Mike and I.

No other
nefarious events happened—Otherworldly or human—by the time Halloween ended,
just the normal human complaints of drunken activity, candy snatchers, pumpkin
smashers, and other common Halloween pranks along with a few DUI’s.

The regular PD
took care of all of it while we went to Mel’s office in the basement of the
P.I.T. Crew’s station and tried to figure out what was going on with the
magick. I could feel the pull of power, but it was coming from everywhere at
once. I couldn’t trace one thread that would lead us somewhere useful.