Broken Vow (3 page)

“There's a vibrator on it too you know,” Tansy reminded her.

Sonya grinned. “Is there?”

There was a pause filled only by the primal sound of flesh moving together as one.

“Use it on me if you want me to let you come,” Tansy threatened.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Sonya teased, turning the vibrator on.

Tansy's sudden jolt at the buzzing was a treat for her eyes. Sonya too became enveloped by the sweet vibrations emanating from the toy. Each steady thrust made the egg in her pussy rub her G-spot. If she went long enough she would probably come from the stimulation there like she often did.

Tansy ran her hands up and down her body, groping and bouncing Sonya's tits while she seemed to melt into the slow pumping inside of her.

“Beautiful,” Tansy breathed, groaning softly at Sonya's gentle caresses on her hips and tummy.

Sonya's head went back as she rocked into the other woman's body and arched into the soft, dulcet palms rolling her breasts.

The buzzing below made her pussy tingle and her legs tensed at the teasing promise of an orgasm that was so close, but still tauntingly just beyond reach. Sweat trickled down the backs of her legs and settled behind her bent knees. The oscillating fan blew a refreshing breeze periodically, but the humid warmth of the summer night was still an incentive for perspiration.

Sonya stroked Tansy's clitoris while the witch played with hers simultaneously, both succumbing to hedonistic sounds from the vibrations ensnaring them. Sonya felt like she was inside the woman since every thrust affected her G-spot and the feeldoe connected them physically in a way a strap-on dildo never could.

Her eyes closed and she wondered if this was what it must be like for a man to be inside of a woman, or at least somewhat close to it. Did it feel like this for Nimbus when he moved inside her body and joined it with his?

Sonya shoved the thought aside. She refused to fantasize about him while in bed with someone else. It wasn't fair to Tansy, though both women had agreed that this would be an open relationship between them. They might be lovers and while they were best friends and cared about one another deeply, they weren't in love.

There were occasions, rare though they might be, when Sonya needed to feel a man's touch and relive the exhilaration of a real cock tunneling inside of her. Tansy respected this and would amuse herself with other women whenever Sonya got the urge for men. But they were only flings and in the end she came back and the two women came together again. Both were bisexual, though Sonya resided on the straighter end of bi, whereas Tansy leaned more toward the lesbian aspect of the spectrum.

Sonya willed her eyes to open and looked down at the soft, voluptuous woman writhing and panting with need against the linen sheets. She truly was a beauty. A living miracle if ever there was one. It was sad the way Tansy had never allowed herself to trust a man enough to sleep with him after Jude's heinous treatment of her. She turned to women instead, mainly Sonya, though she sure wasn't complaining about Tansy's preferences.

Intense heat diffused from the overwhelming pressure on her G-spot and spread throughout her body like a lusty forest fire that quickly got out of control once Tansy nudged her clit into climax. Sonya brought her roommate with her and both women cried out, bodies quaking in the throes of abandon. The finale was powerful as her cunt clamped down on the bulb and squeezed it so hard the buzzing there became almost unbearable.

Sonya turned the vibrator off and slipped the feeldoe out of them, shaking violently in the aftermath. Tansy pulled her body against hers and they lay in each others' arms panting and shuddering with bliss. The sweat glistening on their bodies and combining as they kissed and touched was a subtle turn on.

“Thank you for that,” said Tansy, “but I was supposed to bring
you
comfort.”

Sonya grinned, nestling her face between Tansy's squishy mounds. “Trust me, you did.”

“Good.” Tansy kissed the top of her head and gave her a light squeeze. “You're a good person, Sonya. I don't care what you did in the past, or what your abusive conscience tells you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Then maybe you'd give yourself a much-deserved break.”

Sonya's heart warmed at her words and she wrapped her arms around Tansy, hugging her tight. “Thank you.”

Chapter Two:

Soul Fusion

Sonya went to Seattle with a few black angels who were led by Blade. Evidently there was a coven of vampires hiding out in a high school. Student casualties were reported for the past week or so, seemingly at random, but Blade had a hunch that the victims who kept turning up dead with neck wounds were the work of sanguinary vampires.

Sonya followed him and a few other cruxim to the city to put an end to the killings. Tansy insisted on going with her and Sonya reluctantly acquiesced as long as Tansy promised to stay in their hotel room at night.

Sonya sneaked into the school with the other black angels that night. It was October, so school had started up again a month prior, but some of the after school activities delayed their break in. The vampires would be out feeding, but just before sunrise they would return to escape the lethal rays of dawn. Then the dark angels would unleash hell on the undead killers.

Sonya walked through the boys' locker room. The quiet darkness was eerie and haunting. She heard tiny, feeble noises of suffering coming from over in the corner and made her way over, wooden stake in hand.

A middle-aged brunette crouched on the floor in the corner. Her right hand was missing and blood gushed from the wound she quickly wrapped in a towel. Her head jerked up and she hissed upon seeing Sonya. The flashing of her red eyes gave away her species.

Sonya raised the stake to strike, but then lowered it and gaped at the woman. It was Demornae. The vampire had once been an acquaintance of hers in heaven and on earth back in the nineteenth century they'd slept together during Sonya's captivity. Demornae could be cruel and aggressive when she wanted to be, but she'd also been gentle and soothing by comparison of some of the men who had used Sonya back then.

“You.” She couldn't say any more. Seeing the vamp now was like looking into the face of a ghost. Demornae was the enemy, but Sonya had been caressed by her once. Should she regard the brute as a friend or a foe?

Demornae stared at her, jaw dropping in shock. “Sonya? Is that you?”

“Demornae.”

“Wow. What are the odds?” She snickered humorlessly.

“What happened to your hand?”

“A battleaxe. Compliments of a damned crusnik. No offense. I’d be able to heal if it hadn't been a celestial weapon.” She shook her head ruefully. “I guess I'll be doing things single-handed from now on.”

Sonya might have smiled at the pun if she hadn't been so stunned by the familiar presence in front of her. “I'm sorry about your hand.”

Demornae looked surprised. “It's not your fault, though that's hardly a conventional thing for a black angel to say to a vampire. Aren't you supposed to bite me or drive that stake into me?”

She was. Why wasn't she? “All in good time.”

Demornae grinned at this, though her eyes betrayed her fear and reluctance to embrace her impending death. “I see. You plan on tormenting me with the threat of death first. That's your demonic nature talking.”

Sonya gripped the stake at her side tighter. “It's my duty to kill leeches like you.”

Demornae winced and pressed the towel to her injury harder. “I never said it wasn't. So what are you waiting for?”

Sonya stalked toward the bloodsucker slowly, the steady sound of her black stiletto boots clopping against the solid pavement floor. She positioned the stake at Demornae's chest, just over her dormant heart. The vampire held her gaze, masking her fear fairly well, though Sonya could still smell it. She was surprised Demornae didn't fight her or try to flee.

Sonya stood again and stepped back with the stake. She heaved a long sigh and nodded with her head toward the door. “Go on. Get out of here.”

Demornae's lips parted in amazement. “You're letting me go?”

“You're injured. I think you've suffered enough for one night. Just don't let me hear about you harming anyone again or I'll be forced to come after you.”

She nodded and left quickly, but deep down Sonya knew Demornae would kill again. It was in her blood. Her nature drove her to snuff out life and drink the blood of the innocent. But how could Sonya kill someone she once knew so closely? Another crusnik would slay her sooner or later. That didn't mean it necessarily had to be her.

She turned and her heart leaped in her throat when she saw Blade standing there, watching her. His face was fraught with disapproving indignation. “Blade.”

“What the hell was that?” he asked in his sexy British accent.

“She was wounded, so I thought -”

“What? That you would let her go so she could kill again?”

“She said she wouldn't.”

Blade's blue eyes narrowed. “We both know that's a bunch of bullshit. She's a vampire, Sonya. It's in her nature to kill. She's done it before and she'll do it again.”

Sonya shrugged, trying to feign a nonchalance she didn't feel. “It's only a matter of time before another black angel gets to her.”

Blade tugged her arm to halt her in her tracks when she tried to walk past him. “Well, then why the bloody hell would you even bother to slay any vampires if another is going to get to them eventually? You're slipping, Sonya.”

“I'm not slipping.” She pulled her arm free and started to walk away from him. “Just because I have compassion and you don't is no reason to -”

Her startled gasp resembled a strangled scream as he slammed her up against the wall, face blazing with fury.

“Let me tell you about compassion,” he growled. “I once had compassion on a succubus who had a thing for me. When she tried to attack me I wounded her because I had too much chivalry to kill a woman. Well, that same bitch later captured me. Her friend tortured me and turned me into a demon, all because I had compassion on the enemy.”

Sonya's heart went out to him. That story had become legend and she always felt sorry for Blade and then guilty when she recalled that the man who tormented him for the succubus was Nimbus, the demon who once stole Sonya's heart.

“If you show the enemy compassion they'll use it against you,” Blade told her seriously. “You should know. You lost your soul in the name of compassion.”

That hurt.

“Damn you.” Her eyes stung.

“You'll damn yourself if you pull a stunt like that again. If that had been Nimbus you probably would've shagged him and been halfway to hell by now.”

Her hand flew up to hit him, but he caught her by the wrist before she could make contact with his face. “Fuck you! I would not.”

“Oh please. If that were true you wouldn't have asked Cassiel a couple of months back where Nimbus was.”

“There's nothing wrong with wanting closure.”

Blade snorted. “Your attachment is a hell of a lot deeper than closure. I can tell you that much. I don't know what happened to Delilah and you know what? I don't give a shit. The bitch damned me, so why should I curse myself further by looking back? So what if those demons were great in the sack? I would've thought an intelligent woman like you would value redemption more than getting her jollies.”

He made the mistake of releasing her arm and Sonya punched him in the face hard. “You son of a bitch!”

He had no mother, but that was irrelevant.

Blade snarled and spun her around so the front of her body collided with the wall with a great force that knocked a startled noise out of her. Her heartbeat quickened when she felt his swift fingers undoing her fly just before he yanked her black leather pants and panties down, exposing her bare ass. She yelped when he delivered several fierce slaps to her buttocks.

“You may be independent when you're on your own, but when you hunt with me you'd better follow orders.” Blade struck her ass harder, seeming spurred on by her pained outcries. “I won't tolerate insubordination or soldiers under my command freeing the enemy and endangering the lives of humans. Do I make myself clear?”

Sonya wailed at the nasty stings from the spanking, moaning at the hot fire igniting her backside in erogenous flames. It hurt badly. The man could definitely pack a mean punch, but the discipline kindled something in her long buried in the past. Her quim dampened slowly and it suddenly was no longer enough to sneak admiring glances at the bleached-blond, British crusnik leader. She wanted him inside of her, or merely to suck his cock as means of an apology for misbehaving.

“Yes, Blade,” she whispered, turned on by the obvious arousal in her own voice.

Blade stopped spanking her and she could sense his surprise and the temptation he experienced by her evident titillation.

“Touch me,” she pleaded through a whisper.

The long pause was scintillating.

“You have a problem,” Blade told her as he headed toward the door.

Sonya wasn't letting him get away that easily. He'd turned all alpha male on her and there was no way they were leaving here without at least one of them being gratified. “Blade.”

He turned back to look at her, pupils dilating when his eyes fell on her exposed, waxed cunt. Sonya knew she was rotten for taking advantage of the incubus side of his nature, but he'd done a terrific job of riling up the succubus in her and she couldn't rest until something combustive happened.

Blade swiftly closed the distance between them as he undid his pants, countenance hard with lust and lingering anger over her rebellious conduct. He forced Sonya to her knees and pulled his erection out. She lost her breath when he fisted a wad of her hair and forced her head so her mouth swallowed his stiff cock. It all happened so fast it aroused the hell out of her. She felt helpless sitting on her knees on the unforgiving cement with her pants down as she was forced to pleasure him.

“Suck me,” Blade whispered as he slowly met her suction with the occasional thrust of his hips.

Sonya moaned on his meaty cock and rubbed his ball-sac, feeling a rush of heat sweep over her at the way his nuts drew up into his pelvis and tightened the more she suckled him. The addicting scent of horny male filled her lungs and her snatch felt slick with desire at being used by a dominant male.