Novels by Kay Spencer

JokerHer pussy is delicious as I continue to lap and suck. She leans forward, and my concentration gets broken for a second. I lock back in, and I pull her clit is now in my mouth. Which gives me access to let my fingers join the fun. She is wet enough as I tease two fingers around her hole. Not giving her any warning, I shove them both inside of her while sucking on her clit. I have wanted to do this for so long that I am making every second I have with her count. If I never get to do this again, this will have to live on in my head for the rest of my life. All the sounds she is making are music to my ears and makes me never want to stop. I feel her tighten around my fingers. I know her body inside and out, and I'm determined to show her that nobody can make her feel what I can. All the mental notes that I have made over the years from watching her are paying off. Finally, it's my turn to play. However, nothing could have prepared me for how good her mouth would feel. She swallows

Queenie Joker opens my door for exactly ten minutes. He is efficient, and even though that normally would please me. I pour another drink, hoping the burn of the bourbon will calm me down. The first one has done nothing to calm the rage I feel. The asshole moves closer to me, and that damn mark on his neck taunts me once more. It taunts me as I think of all the reasons she must be better than me. I grip my glass tight, and before I know it, I let my anger win as I launch it at his head. Joker’s quick reflexes kick in, and he ducks out of the way, and the glass connects to the wall, shattering. He knows what I am annoyed with and scoffs. “Seriously? How often have I had to see you get fucked or even hear it?” He moves so I am in his sight, and I can’t believe he is starting this conversation. I figured he would want to tiptoe around it like he normally does. He is the expert at dodging complicated issues with us. “That’s different, and you know it! I didn’t want to be with any of t

JokerNowI walk after Queen, trying to have this out here rather than in her apartments. What can I do to get her to squish this between us? I almost lost her all those years ago. I cannot do that again. I have to bite my fist as I walk behind her. Her ass looks amazing in those pants. Whoever invented yoga pants was in my good graces. The blood that stains them makes it that much hotter. After watching her kill Randall I didn't think I could want her more. However, I am so very wrong in that thought. This speed she maintains while walking, as I try to get her to listen to reason. She is so stubborn and I get that I fucked up but can't we just move past this? “Queen, can we just put this to bed?”My beautiful Queen turns around, glaring at me; she raises her pointer finger at me. I honestly think she might stab me if she had a knife. Instead of stabbing me, she jabs her pointer finger at me, poking me in the chest. She was a sexy, vengeful goddess, her face splattered with blood. He

Queenie Packing for a mission that I don’t want to be on in the first place is putting me in a piss poor mood. I went to the gym and beat the ever-living shit out of a punching bag, picturing the crying bitches face. The faceless woman was the least of my problems, but right now, she was the easiest person to be pissed off at. Was she everything I wasn’t? I bet she was soft where she needed to be and had big doe eyes that could cry so pretty. If I figured Joker out, he would need someone who would be soft and listen to everything he said or wanted. Yeah, I know that’s never going to be me. Maybe that’s part of my problem is that I know exactly what I want. Or at least I think I do. Someone to take charge of me in the bedroom. Someone that can blow my mind by shutting the damn thing off. I cannot seem to focus enough on my pleasure. My mind is always getting away from me. It might be time to face facts and realize that the toys that line my closet will be the closest thing to a rel

QueenieDesk duty, training and recruiting was now my life. My brothers were all supportive of me stepping back from fieldwork. I think they were all a little relieved, nothing like watching or hearing about your sister having sex with marks. Not that any of them would slut shame me, of course.I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy desk duty, but I love it. More or less, I get to help organize missions and helping coordinate people. It thrilled Ace about that aspect took some of the pressure off him. The man thought he had to shoulder all the Deck’s burdens on his shoulders. We all were capable. He doesn’t enjoy ordering us around unless he has to.I didn’t play with Barbies when I was little. Mother wouldn’t have allowed that. Instead, we would run strategies with army men. She had members of cartels, the mafia, military generals, and officials who owed her favors, and taught us everything. She created her own personal army generals with her children.We were the clay, and she molded us to

I sit and wait until my Queen finishes gathering the files we need. The one pump chump is sleeping on the couch. I watch her exit the room with a thumb drive in hand. She was so incredibly sexy and looked sexually frustrated. Her sexy mouth is pinching together, which makes me want to run my thumb over them. As she sorts herself out, I collect my things. I open the blacked-out car, waiting for her on the street below.As I watched her exit the building, my Queen sobbed as she carried herself across the street. The sight makes me want to run to get her, to help her into the car. However, I know that would only piss her off further. When she opens the door, she practically falls into the leather seat. Mascara is running down her face, with tears choking her. The only time that I want to see her like this would be if she were gagging on my cock. That thought gets me hard, wanting to lick her tears away.“Was he that bad?” I try to lighten the mood, not knowing how to improve this situati

AtlasMy hands smack the table, and I barely hold back my temper. My wolf rises to the surface, and I hold him back. “Are you kidding me? There are protocols that need to be followed.” I stand up while looking down at Calypso and grab her hands in mine. “We need to go come back after the time of mourning is done and the new alpha ceremony has taken place.”“No!” her mother cries, not wanting us to leave when there is so much left to say. “You’re already here. A few hours will make no difference. I knew this would happen if we told you in the first place. What are the odds that the day you reach out, the day he dies?”I shake my head. The alpha in me is raging. “You know it’s not right, but I can’t help to think that it’s a little too coincidental that it transpired the way it did.” I sit back down and place my hand on Calypso’s leg, giving it a squeeze, hoping that it calms me down a bit. “What do you think happened? Someone in your pack?”Nicholi shakes his head, “No, we’re the only

Calypso The overwhelming emotions that took over had me standing before my mother and brother, dumbfounded. I couldn’t seem to move, let alone breathe. So, I stand here just staring at them with my eyes wide. They step back at Atlas’ growl of protection for me. I could feel the love he was sending me in our bond, which settled me slightly. His chest rests against my back, which helps my body relax. “I’m sorry. For more things than you know.” I hesitate for a second before looking around. “Is there somewhere we can talk that’s a little less open?” “Yes. Come this way.” My brother leads my mother away with his arm around her shoulder. It seems like he wants to keep her in check, and I can’t decide his motivations. Did he want her to have a relationship with me? Or is he against this whole thing? Either way, I don’t want this conversation out in the open. There could be ears and people listening. I smile when I feel Atlas take my hand, interlacing our fingers together as we walk forward

AtlasAfter Reid left, we sat there in silence on the front deck. I repeated the words he said in my head. That there might be a way out of their bond. As I close my eyes, I lean back into my chair. I interlace my fingers behind my head and try not to overthink it. How much easier would our lives be without Reid in it? The pack would have a much easier time accepting Calypso.“I can practically hear your heavy thoughts from over here. No secrets anymore between us.” I cannot help but smile at how observant my mate is. She is perfect, and I want nothing to come between us.“I am trying to choose my words carefully,” I said as I looked up at her. She was leaning on her knees, her legs up on her chair. Her chin resting gracefully on her knees, holding her coffee with both hands. “I am learning from my past mistakes and poor judgment with my words. Here is the truth of it, though. I keep thinking about what he said about your bond.”She rolls her eyes and smiles at me. “I can’t lie; it’s

CalypsoWhy was I so nervous? I held the power. Altas kept reminding me of that fact. However, right now, I feel like a small, rejected child. As I heard the car doors slam outside the cabin, I met them on the deck. When I get to the door, I pause before not wanting to appear too eager to go out.Once I hear them, I take the first step onto the deck and open the door. Reid was holding a bakery box, and Altas had two coffees in hand. Reid paused at seeing me, and I swear he looked nervous. Altas sidesteps him and sets the coffee down on the wood railing. He can tell I am nervous. I can feel him trying to reassure me through the bond.He pulls me forward into his muscular arms, and I inhale his scent, letting it calm me. I wrap my arms around his middle, and he doesn’t seem in a hurry to let me go. When he pulls back, he bends down and brings me in for a kiss, and I can feel him trying not to smile into the kiss.“Let’s go sit out here. The morning is beautiful.” I tell him and whisper

AtlasMy phone rings, and I untangle myself from Calypso, trying not to disturb her. I grab the phone and some sweatpants. Once I get out of the room, I answer the phone quietly. “Yeah?” Awkwardly putting my pants on one leg at a time while trying to make it out the door onto the deck.“Sent a team to tag and bag Garrett. They have him chained and waiting for interrogation. Do you want me to interrogate him first or let Calypso be a part of it?” Reid was a ball of energy and seemed a little out of his element now.I knew he wanted to get back in Calypso’s good graces. “What about the contract out on her?” Not letting him have even an inch of being impressed. His suffering was entertaining to me. I know it shouldn’t be, but it was. The human side of me was okay with sharing her with him. My Lycan side wanted to have all of her to myself.“It’s voided, but she still needs to lie low if someone hasn’t received the message. I want to meet up; let me explain things to her. I’ve done everyt

ReidI light my beacon before I attract any more unwanted attention. I did not want to get the reputation of being a granny pervert. The sad truth was that I just needed a listening ear. It’s not like I can confess things to my father or anyone in my coven. They can use everything against you. Everything can make you look weak, and I wasn’t ready to lose the power I had gained.I follow the blue light to my destination, not paying much attention to everyone looking at me with curious eyes. A few vampires found solace with the witches, but mostly vampires; the trust was never there. The lycans, however, and witches found a balance with each other. Partly because they were both from nature, or that’s what I have been told.Rose and the rest of the elders established an arrangement many years ago. I help get rare ingredients for spells and slowly collect IOUs and spells to benefit me. Was it probably selfish and self-serving? Yes, but I didn’t care. Collecting debts and having influentia