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  Garret and Solomon have had a love-hate relationship for years. Solomon loves getting under the lion shifter’s skin and Garret hates how easily the dragon does it. One night at the local pub brings them nose to nose again, while celebrating the recent matehood of Reese, Theis, and Colm.

  By the end of the night, the pair are heading out into the human world, on a mission for Reese, to check on his exiled friends.

  Regardless of the mind-wiping the Midnight transit authority attempted, Hart remembers his time inside the paranormal world—however brief it was. He also knows someone’s missing. Unwilling to leave Reese behind, he must return to Midnight at any cost.

  He just didn’t expect to arrive there kicking and screaming, tossed over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

  Quarter ‘til Midnight

  Midnight, Mississippi, Book Two

  by

  Kelex

  GAY, MM, MMM, MPREG, TOY USE, ANAL SEX, DAISY CHAIN, SHIFTERS, DRAGONS, AND PARANORMAL

  Twisted E Publishing, LLC

  www.twistedepublishing.com

  A TWISTED EROTICA PUBLISHING BOOK

  Quarter ‘til Midnight

  Midnight, Mississippi, Book Two

  Copyright © 2017 by Kelex

  Edited by Marie Medina

  First E-book Publication: October 2017

  Cover design by Cover by K Designs

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2017, Twisted Erotica Publishing, LLC.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Epilogue

  Also By Kelex

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Hart opened his eyes, and suddenly they were standing in a field. The sun was barely up, casting just enough pink over the sky to allow him to see. Seconds before, they’d been in Midnight, Mississippi…

  Technically they still were, just the human side of it.

  “What the fuck just happened?”

  Somehow, they’d been thrust through the veil between this world and the paranormal one. Suddenly, the memories came to him. They’d used some kind of machine… something that had confused him. Apparently long enough to send him back to his world.

  He turned to see his friends, Griffin, Jeph, and Nick all standing there as if they were frozen.

  Spinning to the other side, all he saw was empty field.

  There was no Reese.

  They kept him?

  Panic bubbled up his chest. He turned to his three remaining friends, worried they’d been hurt. Within seconds, they began to blink, their bodies relaxing.

  “Where the hell are we?” Jeph asked, frowning.

  Griffin and Nick spun in a circle before looking at Hart.

  “They kept Reese in Midnight,” Hart said.

  “Where?” Jeph asked, frowning.

  “Midnight! The station we just left with the big beaver looking dude and the ghosts and the witches and the… everything!” Hart cried. Did they seriously not remember the ghost train that had taken them to the paranormal city? How could they forget the amazing things they’d seen there?

  “What the fuck have you been smoking?” Griffin asked. “And why aren’t you sharing?”

  “The mind wipe,” Hart said, his brain in overdrive. “They said they were wiping our minds… but it didn’t work on me. I remember everything.”

  “You sound crazy,” Nick said.

  “What’s the last thing you remember?” Hart asked them.

  “Reese wanting to do one last trip,” Nick said. He frowned. “Can’t remember where.”

  “Midnight, Mississippi. We were there,” Hart said. “On the other side. They forced us out and wiped your minds.” He could still feel their magic… there was a way back somewhere in the field they stood, he knew it down to his very bones.

  They would have to search for the portal, only he wasn’t sure if the others would be able to see it. Just like they hadn’t seen the spell over the little honkytonk in gator country on their last paranormal hunt.

  “I have to agree with Nick on this one,” Griffin said, looking worried. “Are you okay, dude?”

  “They have Reese!” Hart screamed. “They kept him on the other side!”

  “Whoa, whoa,” Jeph said as he approached Hart. “Who has Reese?”

  “The guards at the gate in the terminal we were just in,” Hart said as calmly as he could.

  “We weren’t in a terminal,” Jeph said.

  “Oh, and we just spontaneously showed up in the middle of a field?” Hart asked.

  Jeph frowned slightly. He had no answer for that.

  Hart dug in his pocket for his phone and realized he’d left it with Heinrick on the train. He’d been so overwhelmed by all he’d seen, taking photos or data hadn’t even registered.

  A thought suddenly crossed his mind.

  “Heinrick, Heinrick, Heinrick!”

  The ghost conductor appeared in the middle of the field.

  Jeph, Nick, and Griffin all took a big step back, wide-eyed looks on their faces.

  “Where am I?” the conductor said, frowning as he looked around the field. He turned to Hart, glaring. “What have you done? How did you pull me from the train?”

  “You never gave me my phone back,” Hart said meekly. He hadn’t really expected the call to work—it had on the train, but they were far from that now.

  “Ah, yes,” Heinrick said. He dug into his shimmering, translucent uniform pocket and fished it out. He handed it back to Hart. “Now… send me back, please.”

  “How do I do that?” Hart asked.

  Heinrick rolled his eyes. “The same way you got me here.”

  “I just repeated your name three times like you told us,” Hart said. “So, so I—”

  “That would not bring me here,” Heinrick cried. “It only works on the train.”

  “I didn’t do anything else,” Hart spat. “Heinrick, Heinrick, Heinrick,” he yelled, wishing the ghost back on the train.

  And the ghost was gone. Hart hoped like hell that the conductor had made it back onto the train.

  “What… was… that?” Jeph asked.

  Hart turned to glare at them. “The conductor from the train we took to Midnight,” he answered before opening his phone. “What day is it?” he asked.

  “It’s Thursday,” Nick said.

  Hart lifted his phone to show them the date. “It’s just now Saturday,” Hart said. “You’ve lost nearly two days.”

  Nick and Griffin stared at the phone before lifting their stare to Hart.

  “We need to find Reese,” Griffin said.

  Hart’s head fell back with relief. “Finally.”

  Chapter One

  A few days later in Midnight…

  Nursing his second whiskey, Guardsman Garretson Michaels sat at the bar after a long shift. After scanning t
hose inside the bar, he swirled the amber liquid around in the heavy glass, watching as it coated the inside as he recalled the men who’d entered the king’s building as he’d left. Garret had almost turned tail and walked back inside. The curiosity was killing him. Every second that passed added to the regret he hadn’t returned to work.

  Beside him, his fellow guardsman regaled two of their firefighter friends about the cute warlock who’d gotten the rough end of a big cock two nights before. Cannon the manwhore was apparently not thinking about work at all. Garret had already heard the story three times before and was quite over it now by the fourth. He stared up at the TV hanging in the corner, trying to ignore the sordid tale altogether.

  Channel Three was on mute, the words scrolling at the bottom of the screen. The news of the vampire massacre had been everywhere he turned. Another vampire gang was being blamed. The death count was up to thirty-six and rising. Down the bar, he heard whispers of conversation—those worried that something worse than the vampires had come to Midnight.

  Garret lifted his glass to his lips and took another sip, wondering if the rumor he’d heard was true. Two bear shifters and a dragon shifter had been seen in the vicinity just before the vamps had been mowed down.

  They could all go, for all I care.

  Not that all vampires were bad, so they said. Garret was on the fence in that regard. A dead vampire was the only good vampire in his book. The particular vamps who’d been killed were part of the Midnight Sun vampire gang—which had supposedly put a hit out on his king recently. The Suns wanted Midnight for themselves. Usually, they ended up fighting the Graves, another group who had set their sights on controlling the city, instead of inflicting any real pain.

  The hit was troublesome, though. It wasn’t in their normal playbook.

  Their king was childless.

  There was no heir.

  If the king died, chaos would rule the city.

  “My wingman, Garret, wasn’t so lucky,” Cannon said, slapping Garret on the shoulder and bringing him back to the present. “I’m starting to wonder if his cock’s gonna fall off.”

  “It’s in perfect working order, I can assure you,” Garret murmured before taking another sip. The warmth from the whiskey washed down his throat. He scanned the interior of the bar for the millionth time since he’d sat at the bar.

  Off-duty wasn’t in his vocabulary.

  “How long has it been since you’ve had a piece of ass?” Rye, one of the firefighters, asked.

  “Not as long as Cannon’s trying to make it out to be,” Garret answered.

  “So… how long has it been?” Cannon asked. “I can’t even remember the last time there was a bounce to your step after a wild night in some guy’s bed.”

  Garret opened his mouth to answer and realized he wasn’t sure. He thought about it for a minute before growling at Cannon. “Long enough.”

  “My warlock has a friend,” Cannon said, his voice a singsong as he leaned on Garret’s shoulder.

  “You mean you haven’t moved on to the next piece already?” Garret asked Cannon.

  “He hasn’t caused me any grief and aggravation… yet. I can give him a call and ask him and his friend to head over here. You can scratch that itch and clear the mind.”

  “My mind’s perfectly clear.” He chuckled. “And if you’ve got an itch, you should get that shit checked out.”

  “Oh, he has jokes, guys,” Cannon said, laughing.

  “Good evening, fine fellows! The next round is on me!” a voice boomed from the entrance.

  A round of cheers went up from the nearly packed bar. Garret turned toward the familiar voice and snarled in contempt.

  Solomon.

  The dragon shifter was followed in by a trio of men who quickly made their way over to the only empty table in the bar. Solomon and those three had been the men who’d entered the king’s building as he’d exited. The dragon always did seem to show up when he wasn’t in the mood to play nice.

  And, of course, the man was heading his way.

  “Solomon! You old bastard! How have you been?” Cannon called out as the dragon approached.

  Solomon’s head turned slightly and his gaze met Garret’s for one split second—and in that tiny space of time—Garret felt his ire rising to monumental levels. The man’s dark skin shone in the low light of the bar and made his golden eyes stand out all the more. The dragon’s face was made up of sharp angles that just barely hinted of the dragon within.

  Shoulders tight, Garret turned back to the TV, ignoring the approaching man.

  Yet completely failed.

  “Who are you calling old, panther? As I recall, you’re only a few years younger than I,” Solomon said, a smile to his tone.

  “A few decades is more like it if I recall correctly… but I know how years can just merge together after a few eons,” Cannon said before taking the beer the bartender was offering him. Cannon lifted his bottle to salute Solomon. “And a mighty thanks for the drink.”

  The bartender set another whiskey in front of Garret. He placed a hand out to stop it. “No thank you.”

  “Not accepting my gracious gift?” Solomon asked as he leaned in close to Garret.

  Garret looked to the right and saw the flashing of the dragon’s eyes. “Two’s enough for me tonight.”

  “Two? You sound like a human,” Cannon said. “It’s not like you can get drunk. Take the man’s drink.”

  “No,” Garret spat before taking a breath to calm his nerves. He felt several sets of stares on him. “No… thank you,” he said a little more softly to mask the irritation they’d likely heard in his tone.

  “Spoilsport,” Cannon said to Garret as Solomon took the glass of whiskey he’d rejected. Turning to the dragon, Cannon asked, “What’re we celebrating tonight?”

  “The human,” Solomon said as he pointed down the bar. “You two missed the good news—I saw you leaving as we arrived.” Garret could feel Solomon’s stare on him for a moment. “His Majesty has allowed the human to remain in Midnight with Theis and Colm.”

  Garret peered through the crowd at the trio of males celebrating at a table in the corner. They looked happy. Very happy. He turned to Solomon. “And what’s your part in this? Fourth wheel?”

  Solomon stared down at him, his lips twisting in a cruel smile. “And where’s your date? You riding that unicycle again tonight?”

  Cannon and the firefighters burst out laughing around him. That didn’t help Garret’s mood one bit. He glared at the dragon. “Why don’t you go celebrate elsewhere so I can finish my drink in peace?”

  “I didn’t know my presence caused you so much distress,” Solomon said, the last word ending on a slight hiss, a reminder he was just a big lizard wearing a human suit.

  “It doesn’t!” Garret snapped, a little louder than he’d intended.

  “Are you sure about that?” the dragon asked.

  “You two go get a room already and get it out of your system,” Cannon interjected.

  Garret whipped his head to glare at Cannon. “Not. Happening.” He turned to cast a glare at Solomon before returning silently to the last of his whiskey.

  Solomon didn’t respond to Cannon’s comment. Instead he apparently felt the need to explain himself. “Reese was abducted by a vampire. I assisted Theis and Colm in saving the human. They asked me to join them tonight in celebration. That’s what friends do. Share in their joy.”

  Garret frowned, ignoring the little dig. “It was you.”

  Solomon turned to smile at him. “What was me?”

  “The vampires.”

  Solomon glanced around them, as if he wanted to see who was listening. He turned back, pegging Garret with a gaze. “You should be careful what you say in mixed company.”

  “Something big had to take down that many,” Garret pushed. “Nothing bigger than a dragon in Midnight.”

  Solomon smiled. “So they say,” the dragon answered, avoiding the answer once more. “I hear the same vampire
who was sent to assassinate our king was amongst the number. Maybe now you and your guardsmen can rest easy.”

  Garret’s frown deepened. There was no way the threat would be over that easily. Cut one head and it becomes two. He needed an update from the head of the king’s security, Eilam. Seems he’d missed much after his shift was over. Garret finished his whiskey and rose from his barstool. “I need to go.”

  “Where’re you running off to?” Cannon called through the crowd.

  Garret kept on walking, pushing through the bodies gathered within. The watering hole was popular with Midnight’s first responders. It was littered with police officers, fire fighters, and EMTs getting off their morning shift. Before he could make it to the door, he saw Eilam enter and turn to the table where Theis, Colm, and the human were celebrating. Changing course, he met his boss before the man reached the table. With a nod to his head, he urged Eilam to follow him into the hallway leading to the bathrooms where it was quieter. “What happened this afternoon?”

  “Hello to you, too,” Eilam said, lifting a brow sarcastically.

  “Sorry… hi,” Garret said. “What happened?”

  “Colm and Theis brought in the head of the assassin the Midnight Suns had sent to murder our king.” Eilam waved to Theis and smiled. “His Majesty has allowed Reese to remain in Midnight with his mates.”