A Made Man: Lily Quinn, #10

By Natalie Severine and Eric Severine

In nine years of monster hunting, I've never faced anything like this. The College calls him a golem, and we're not talking about a cute little homunculus. Someone has sliced up a human and stitched him together with parts of a demon, and the result frightens even me.

Now I've been forbidden to pursue the golem. But why would anyone make a creature like him? And why am I being told to leave it alone? Something weird is going on here and I'm going to find out what.

But before I can ask any questions, I have to get close to the golem. And trust me when I say that he isn't the cuddling type. I like a challenge, but this one may be too big for me to handle.

This and all Lily Quinn stories contain graphic depictions of sexual acts. Lots of them. There's other stuff, too, like fun stories and crazy adventures, but these books are definitely for adults only.

You have been warned. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loose Leaf Stories
• Release date: Oct 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781643190259

Book preview

Chapter 1

We faced each other across the empty rooftop. We may as well have been on an island out in the bay – the street below was a river of silver fog in the light of the rising moon. The evening air thumped with music, blasting from five different live bands performing all along the Quay. The festival was far away, though, and only the deepest bass notes carried across the distance, throbbing like the night’s own heartbeat.

So this was my guy – if guy was even the correct word… He looked male, but sure as hell wasn’t human. At least, not entirely human. What I could see of my target’s skin was a patchwork of red and white, and a single sharp horn curved up from his right temple. The eye on that side glowed with scarlet hellfire.

I advanced on him slowly, swinging my hips. Okay, so maybe black fatigue pants and tank top weren’t the sexiest clothes I could have selected from my closet, but I figured I could still pull off the femme fatale look. I wasn’t even certain if this thing had the equipment for fucking, but I certainly looked forward to finding out.

Hey, big guy, I said. The College wants a word with you. And I have to admit that I wouldn’t mind a piece of–

That was as far as I got. The monster reared up to his full nine-foot height and let out a decidedly not-seduced roar of pure fury. The wind off the bay whipped long black hair out behind him like a war banner. It only grew along the right side of his head, though, like some kind of crazy midnight mohawk. The hair on the other side was shorter and much lighter, as though it had come from somebody else entirely.

Because it had.

He closed the space between us in two long, loping strides and swiped at me with his sinister hand. And I mean that in every sense of the word – that left hand was bigger than a grizzly bear paw, with bright red skin and black claws like oversized fishhooks or undersized meat hooks.

I dropped to one knee and yanked a silvered knife from the top of my boot. Claws whistled through the air just over my head and I slashed at the tendons of my bounty’s leg, really hoping he even had tendons on that side. He whirled, bent and grabbed for me with his right hand. This one was smaller, with skin only a shade darker than mine and no claws. A human hand.

I sliced across his side and was rewarded with a deep grunt of pain. But his huge left hand came down as I stabbed for his ribs again and seized my blade in long scarlet fingers. I yanked, but even with all my sex-powered strength, I couldn’t twist it free. If the knife was cutting into the beast’s palm, he didn’t appear to notice. His burning red eye flared and smoke rose from between his tightening fingers. My knife blade glowed orange, then softened and ran like melting wax. Molten steel and silver dripped from the monster’s fist and sizzled where it fell to the cool rooftop.

Shit! I gasped, releasing my knife and jumping back. Okay, haven’t seen that one before.

There was a gun thrust into a holster at the small of my back, but I suddenly wasn’t so sure I wanted to whip that out. Melting bullets that close to me seemed like a bad idea.

I blocked a punch from the big guy’s smaller, less knife-melting hand, but even that sent a brutal shock through me. It was like being kicked by a horse. I felt bones breaking and flesh bruising, and then the hot golden surge of my sex-powered body rushing to heal the damage. This thing wasn’t only bigger than me – it was stronger, too. Considering that I’m a half-succubus who can punch through brick walls, that was saying something. Fortunately for me, I’m more than just strong.

When he slashed at me with that blazing red left hand again, I hammered him back with some of the good old Evaine-fu she had been teaching me since high school. I laid into him with a couple of jabs and uppercuts, a spinning back-kick and then a wicked elbow-strike. The monster curled in on himself, throwing up those long arms as a shield. I stepped in closer to inspect my work and maybe offer the big bastard another chance to come along quietly.

Wrong move. He lashed out with both arms, flinging me back through the air. I slammed down into the edge of the roof with a gut full of broken ribs and my bounty let out another roar like the world’s most pissed-off lion. A single sharp fang shone like a dagger in his mouth.

More blazing sexual energy went to work rebuilding my shattered bones. Fuck, I was burning through my reserves at a record pace tonight. But I guess that’s what happens when you go toe-to-toe with half a rage demon, even when he’s stitched up with pieces of a human man. There’s a damn good reason Merlin sealed all of the demons away in the Nether.

The patchwork horror charged, moving so fast that even I could barely track his movements. My hand tightened on the edge of the roof, crushing the concrete into powder. When the monster leapt at me, I hurled the broken concrete up into his mismatched eyes. Ha, the ol’ dirt-in-their-eyes trick!

While my mark was still swiping at his face, I jumped up and flipped acrobatically over his head. Too bad he didn’t see that bit of badassery. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck and held on. Yeah, I know that it would have been sexier to do it with my thighs, but let’s be honest: sex was off the table and it’s a hell of a lot easier to choke someone out with your arms.

He grunted and whirled, but if I thought he couldn’t reach behind himself to grab me off his back, I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

That long, muscled red arm snapped up and closed on my shoulder. Sharp black claws bit into my skin and hot blood soaked my shirt. The monster lifted me up, my feet kicking in empty air, and threw me off the roof. I fell six stories through the night and slammed down into the street hard enough to pound a Lily Quinn-shaped crater into the asphalt.

Groaning, I tried once, twice, and then a third time to stand. My whole body was a knot of agony that wasn’t fading nearly as fast as I would have liked. I managed to look up just as the monster leapt from the rooftop and slammed down into the street. He stalked through the swirling silver fog toward me.

Shit. This wasn’t going well.

I needed to get to my car. A ton of fiberglass and steel would slow this big demonic motherfucker down, right? It had worked for the werewolf, Dominic. Sure, that encounter had landed the i10 in Max’s garage for months, but I was ready to make that trade all over again if it would give me an edge now.

I turned on my heels and bolted through streets as dark and empty as my worst nightmares. There was that to be grateful for, at least – no witnesses. There were thousands of people out on the waterfront, dancing and shouting and listening to bands that filled the night with music. But I was alone and even those sounds were fading, replaced by the racing of my pulse and the pounding of my feet against the pavement. Was I heading away from the festival? Or was I so low on power that even my senses were failing?

I ran, but not fast enough. I didn’t have the energy to move at