Chapter 7

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

My phone rang.

The limo was approaching Canyon Road on 512, racing toward my meeting with the Governor. Moira was calling. My pregnant twin sister. I swiped the screen, hoping she hadn’t gone into labor. She was close to her due date. I had already canceled one meeting with the Governor because Mom went into labor.

I would hate to cancel the second.

I was eager for my confrontation with the High Priestess of Ba’al. To take the fight to my next opponent. Well, to play the game, anyway. Moves had to be made. How much did the other side know about my abilities? My powers. My allies.

Like my genie.

“Moira,” I said as Detective Carson was straightening her clothes, her cheeks flushed.

“Governor Locke arrived early at the mayor’s office,” Moira said.

“Ms. Rayne?” I asked.

“She’s following the governor,” said Moira. “The succubus is hidden in the shadows. Don’t worry about her.”

“Why is she there early?” I muttered. I could think of only one reason, and it was a bad one.

“To enchant the mayor,” Moira said.

I glanced at Nisha.

My thought form nodded in agreement.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry, big bro,” cooed Moira. “Mayor White is bound to you. She’s your whore. She won’t break. You have nothing to worry about.”

“You’re sister’s skills as a witch are impressive,” Nisha said. Her dusky breasts didn’t bounce or jiggle with the movement of the car. “She’ll remain loyal.”

“Will the governor know her spell failed?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Moira said.

“But it won’t matter,” Nisha said. “You are the real target. Seize you, and she gets the mayor by default. Trust in your sister’s spellcraft to ward you.”

I nodded. I had no choice.

Governor Christine Locke

The trooper opened my car door. The Washington State Patrol provided security for the governor’s office. For me. I climbed out. He was a young man in a blue cavalry jacket and trooper hat, smartly dressed. An ex-marine.

He knew how to fuck, too.

“Madam Governor,” he said and moved to the door to open it. Two patrol cars flanked my limo, each car white with the silver logo of the WSP on the side.

I strode into the Tacoma Municipal Building through the front entrance. A uniformed officer of the Tacoma Police Department was manning the metal detectors at the front, though I didn’t have to suffer through that. I could bypass it as I marched straight to the elevators with Trooper Carlson.

We rode the elevator up to the top floor and down the hall to the mayor’s office. The assistant jumped to her feet at the sight of me. She swallowed and greeted me with a bright smile. She was a young, Black woman.

“You’re early, Madam Governor,” she said. “The mayor’s finishing up with a phone call.”

“That’s fine,” I said as I strode past the girl and into the office. “Trooper Carlson, make sure no one disturbs us until our guest arrives.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and took position at the door, strong and imposing.

Mayor Tanisha White blinked at me. She wore a pink blouse that had a V-neck to show off her large, chocolate breasts. Her black hair was pulled back into a frizzy bun. She was speaking on the phone, her nails painted white.

“I’ll have to call you back,” she said. “The governor just arrived. Yes, yes, she’s early. We’ll speak in a few hours. Sorry, bye.”

“Nothing important, I hope?” I purred as I strode around her desk. I had spells worked on me. The sort that awed people. Dominated them.

“No, no,” she said. She rose, wearing a tight, gray miniskirt and nylons. Thigh-highs along with stiletto heels. She dressed for her lover. For young Zach Black. “Just the same sort of BS. Departments wanting more money, unable to properly spend what they have. Did I get my time wrong, Madam Governor?”

“No, you did not, Mayor,” I said and cupped her face. “I wanted to discuss some things with you first. Your future.”

“Governor,” she breathed, excitement in her eyes.

“Yes,” I purred. “So long as you know your place.”

“I do.”

I kissed her.

The magic was already working on her, but it wouldn’t be fully soaking into her soul until she drowned in my pussy cream. My cunt burned so hot as I thrust my tongue into the Black woman’s mouth. Her lips felt so warm on mine.

So soft and delicious.

I kissed her with aggression. She moaned, trembling. She responded with submission. That was good. That was very good. She understood her place. It was to be on her knees, loving me. I could already feel them buckling.

She wanted to bend the knee and submit. She craved to bury her face into my pussy and eat me out. That would come in time. For now, I enjoyed dancing my tongue around in her mouth. She whimpered, her mouth so delicious.