Broken Vow

by Zoey Marcel

  Her mouth watered when she saw his engorged erection riding up to his belly. The veins were prominent and the blushing head made her pussy ache, though the ice was partially responsible for that. She didn't care where he filled her, just so that he buried himself completely in one of her orifices.

  “I want you, Dante. You just remind me of him. I can't help it. How did you know Nimbus was a demon?”

  “You have that name tattooed on your ass and you yelled it out when I was spanking you. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he's the demon you were mated to.”

  Her eyes squeezed shut. “I'm so sorry. I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore.”

  Disappointment crashed through her at the thought. She liked the werewolf a lot. The idea of him not wanting her in his life anymore was upsetting.

  Dante pulled the ice from her vagina and set it on a towel before moving onto the bed. He detached the cuffs from the headboard and then locked them shut again around her wrists. He sat with his legs splayed in front of him and his back up against the headboard with a pillow supporting him from behind.

  Sonya rested on her knees in front of him, arousal warring with guilt.

  His furious eyes rebuked and commanded her as he gripped the root of his appendage and pointed the crown toward her. “How bad do you feel?”

  She tried to suppress a smile as she crawled toward his groin with her cuffed hands in front of her. “Very bad.”

  “Then show me.” His hand fisted in her hair and forced her head down to his bulging cock. He hissed when her mouth sank down on his meat and began to suck him. “Take me deeper, you stingy Jezebel. Yes, just like that. Mm, fuck yes.”

  Sonya moaned on his pulsating organ, relishing the taste of hard, hot male that exploded on her taste buds. He cursed at and insulted her while commanding her to pleasure him, which made the ache inside of her almost unbearable. He was mad enough that he probably wouldn't let her come, which she found exasperating even as her body became inflamed with hedonism.

  “Grope my balls, woman. I want your hands all over my nuts.” His voice sounded hoarse with debauchery.

  She moaned and whimpered at his rough treatment of her as her palm moved to cup his testes and play with them like he wanted her to. She choked on a startled scream that his dick drowned out as he yanked her up by the hair and glared at her.

  “What's my name?”

  Her cheeks grew hot. “Dante.”

  “That's right. And whose cock are you sucking?”

  “Yours, Dante.”

  “Don't ever forget that again.” He shoved her head down and crammed his dick into her mouth, pumping upward with his hips to meet the dedicated suction of her mouth.

  She'd missed this – being stripped, bound and forced to please a man, even if he insulted her while she serviced him. The way his cock swelled in her mouth and started to change shape told her he was about to come.

  “Shit, woman, you suck cock like a little slut.” Dante rasped and panted as he pumped into her mouth faster. He yanked her off his penis again and bore into her. “Are you my slut, Sonya?”

  Sonya moaned in ecstasy before choking on a tiny sob. Nimbus once asked her while she was sucking him off if she was his whore. Now Dante asked her if she was his slut. The parallel between the two dominant paranormal entities was too much. Was she being unfair to Dante or Nimbus by being with the werewolf?

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “I'm your slut, Dante.” Thank god she got his name right this time.

  Dante's face reeked of wantonness over her answer. He coerced her head down again and force fed her his erection. The sight of it throbbing with his imminent climax sent a firestorm of lust through her. She sucked him hard and thorough until she felt him pulse his release against her tongue. His cum splashed down her throat hot and salty. His feral outcry and the savage way his hands closed in around her head as if about to crush her skull in the heat of nirvana added a spike of danger to the rapturous high.

  “Hold my semen in your mouth until I tell you to swallow.”

  She obeyed, unsure of how she felt about the way it quickly thickened.

  Dante left his penis in her mouth until he was good and ready to take it out. He didn't do so until he caught his breath and then stroked her hair for a bit while his cock slowly deflated. “Sit up.”

  She sat up on her knees once he pulled his prick out of her mouth.

  His eyes were shaped more like a beast, but they swiftly returned to their normal shape and color. His expression was savage with obsession. “I want you to open your mouth and let my cum roll down your face and flow over your breasts like the filthy cock slut you are.”

  Sonya blushed. It had been a very long time since she'd been spoken to in such an obscene manner, but the lurid order excited her. She let her mouth fall open as his seed spilled over her lips and soaked the skin in its path on its bawdy descent.

  “Rub it all over your breasts.”

  Jude had ordered her to do that once. The soul vampire pissed her off endlessly, but the instructions were amorous coming from Dante.

  She smeared the thick cream all over her tits, enjoying the way his countenance scorched her with perverted approval, even as it made her blush to be demeaned by him. Her breath caught and her lips trembled when he cupped her damp crotch.

  “You’re absolutely soaked. It's running all down your thighs.” His lips quirked into an indulgent little grin. “You get off on being treated like crap, don't you?”

  Her face flushed with heat. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

  His fingers teased her cleft open, making her moan. “That's good to hear, because I enjoy treating you like shit.”

  They had a good laugh over that one.

  “Thanks, Dante.”

  “Any time, babe.” He gently kissed her forehead and brushed her cheek with a soft whisper. “I like spoiling you too. You're my angel and I'm crazy about you.”

  His words touched every place inside of her just as their passion had. “I'm crazy about you too and I do love it when you pamper me.”

  They shared a deep, meaningful kiss and his palms weighed her full breasts, seeming quite pleased with them.

  “Can you touch me now? The ache is really bad.”

  Dante's smile turned wicked. “Then you should have thought about that before you screamed another man's name in bed. You don't get to come tonight, babe.”

  The news was unthinkable. “What?”

  “Not until you're a good girl.”

  “But I sucked your cock.” She tensed and whimpered as his fingers continued to tease her folds into a state of madness.

  “And I appreciate that immensely, but you were still a bad girl tonight, so you're not coming. Now go get in the shower. I'll be in there in a minute. I have to change the sheets.”

  Sonya felt his eyes burning into her backside as she strutted toward the bathroom, intending to get herself off before he came in there.

  “Oh, and, Sonya, don't even think about masturbating in there or I'll give you a sound spanking all over your body.” His face said he wasn't kidding.

  Her bottom and pussy contracted suddenly at the delicious threat. “Fine.”

  “Hey.” He smiled tenderly at her when she turned to face him again. “Tattoos look good on you, though I'd prefer it if it was my name on your ass.”

  The compliment made her giddy. “Thank you.”

  She turned toward the bathroom, rolling her eyes with a snicker when he called her back once more. “Do you want me to shower or not?”

  He grinned before his countenance changed to display his ardor. “I know you're still stuck in the past. Just give me a chance to prove to you that I'm the one.”

  Sonya hesitated a moment, weighing her decision carefully. The idea of him somehow healing her wounded soul was as uplifting as it was heart-wrenching. Either way she needed him. She was just too hurt and damaged to do this alone anymore. He was the first
man since Nimbus who actually made her believe again and gave her a reason to smile.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  Chapter Four:

  Fantasy

  Jude crouched low in the bushes, watching and waiting. There she was – the insufferable bitch. Scarlett was a mission angel. She wasn't a leader like the archangels, nor was she a warrior, guardian, or messenger angel. She simply took assignments from the Almighty as they came and filled in wherever needed. Despite her low rank, the broad had become his nemesis.

  He interfered with an exorcism a couple of years back and possessed the priest who was trying to cast another demon out of a child. Then along came Scarlett and foiled Jude's plans by exorcising him out of the priest, resulting in the child's eventual exorcism.

  Jude hated her ever since. It irked him endlessly that Scarlett was as beautiful as she was vexing. He wanted to kill her, but he'd probably be thrown into the abyss before his time for doing so. It wasn't worth it, though he'd considered beating the shit out of her as much as he could before one of the archangels showed up and defended her. Someday he would have his vengeance on her one way or another.

  But that wasn't the reason he waited for her today. He knew she'd been good friends with Sonya back when Sonya was still an angel. He'd been told the black angel killed his son, Sully, and he swore to make her pay. Fulfilling that vow would be a hell of a lot easier if he knew where she was.

  Scarlett might know. If she didn't shun Sonya for her unholy betrayal, it was possible that they kept in contact.

  Jude clenched his fists to his sides when he saw Scarlett walking through the park, looking utterly smashing and oblivious as hell. She had no clue he was there and judging by the way no one looked at her as she passed, he figured she must be invisible to humans right now. Good. So was he.

  She watched the children playing, seeming content. Was she on a mission, or simply passing through? He was glad she was alone and unprotected. He had a feeling the feisty angel was a fighter, but since he was once an archangel, he was still far stronger than her.

  Oh, bloody hell, she wasn't alone. Raphael, one of the archangels stood a brief distance away. He had curly, dark brown hair and the stubble gave him a scruffy look. The male was mellow like nobody's business. His typical demeanor was one of unmoved tranquility. Jude had only seen him angry a few times, but when he was, the demons knew to get the hell out of his way.

  Raphael seemed to be watching over Scarlett as she looked over the children. Jude followed the attractive blonde's gaze as it honed in on an invisible demon, whispering into a man's ear who sat on a bench, looking as though he plotted a kidnapping.

  The demon smirked at Scarlett's hostile glare, but he began to tremble when he saw Raphael standing in the background. The archangel was docile, but his dark, silent stare had the demon uneasy and possibly contemplating fleeing.

  Scarlett walked over to the mother of the child the leering man stared at and whispered something into her ear, probably putting a thought into her head. The mother looked down at her watch and told her child it was time to leave. She left with the kid and the demon fled once Raphael took one step forward.

  Scarlett whispered something to a young man who was going through the park witnessing his faith to people. He turned and saw the creep on the bench and headed over to talk with him. They shook hands and conversed for a while.

  Jude scowled, wanting to slap the goody two shoes blonde senseless. His intent today had merely been to feed off her soul just enough to learn of Sonya's whereabouts, but he toyed with the idea of roughing Scarlett up a bit first until he saw Raphael there with her.

  After seeing Scarlett orchestrate a minor victory for good, Jude recanted on his decision to recant. The bitch was going down. He probably had about three seconds before Raphael pummeled his ass for attacking her, but it would be worth it and he'd get the information he came for, or at least part of it.

  Jude snarled and leaped out from hiding. Her lovely aqua-green eyes widened, but she didn't get a chance to react before he knocked her to the ground and got her in a choking hold. It wouldn't kill her, but unleashing some of his frustration and anger on her would feel good.

  He sifted through her mind for Sonya's location. She was in the United States, on the west coast in a large city. He saw the view of a bridge in a city near a river. Where was that?

  Scarlett fought back and it surprised him to discover that feeling the struggling beauty beneath him caused a familiar stirring in his groin. Oh, bloody hell. The meddling bitch was making him hard. Damn his libido and damn her for being his sodding ideal of a bed mate.

  No, she wasn't. He didn't just think that. She pissed him off like no one else could. Someday she would suffer dearly for casting him out of that priest and simply for being angelic.

  Her body felt warm and soft beneath him. The way her eyes flashed with outrage at his boldness and the feel of her muscles flexing beneath him as she tried in vain to push him off was far more stimulating than he cared to admit. The fact that he was winning made him feel especially masculine.

  His manly pride was dashed to hell when Raphael threw him off her. “Off with you!”

  Jude disappeared into thin air and transported himself to another location. He stood in a shopping mall in the United States and went around the corner to make himself visible again. He smiled when he saw Delilah, a succubus head into Victoria's Secret. Perfect.

  He went inside and found her rummaging through a bin of discounted, elegant panties. “I haven't seen you in a while.”

  She looked surprised to see him standing there, but she offered him a smile before refocusing on the lingerie. “What are you doing here, Jude?”

  “I had a run-in with Raphael.”

  “In a mall?”

  “No. At a park in Prague.”

  “Did you get your ass kicked by the gentleman?”

  “No, damn you!”

  A few people looked over at them before going about their shopping.

  The black-haired beauty smiled at him. “We're visible right now. You might want to sweeten your tone before people classify you as my abusive boyfriend.”

  “I'd be more than happy to abuse you.”

  Delilah let out a lighthearted laugh. “I'll bet you would. But you see we can never be because you don't want me spanking you in bed and I don't want you giving me a sound beating.”

  He grinned. “Yes, that does put us at an impasse.”

  “So what did you do to aggravate Raphael? It must have really been something to rattle that docile angel's cage.”

  Jude scowled. “He's so bloody tranquil, it pisses me off. Every time I see him I want to hit him.”

  “Yes, you do have your anger issues.” Delilah winked at him. “Then again, perhaps your malice toward him derives from the fact that he often shadows a certain blonde mission angel whose genius outsmarted your schemes of possession on a priest.”

  He grabbed her by the throat. “Take that back, bitch!”

  A couple of people looked over, mouths dropping.

  Delilah grinned and winked at him. “Oh god, I love it when you talk dirty to me. Come here, you.”

  She gave him a rough, open-mouthed kiss and whispered into his ear. “You owe me for saving your out of control ass.”

  “You really think I couldn't take these puny humans?”

  “You couldn't take Raphael...or Scarlett.” She winked at him, seeming clearly amused by his inability to knock the stupid grin off her face while they were visible in public.

  “Keep pushing it, Delilah.” He shook his head. “I'm looking for a black angel.”

  Her pale lips curved into a naughty smile and her alabaster complexion became tinged with a light dusting of pink. “Blade?”

  “Why the devil would I be looking for Blade? I'm trying to find Sonya.”

  “I remember her. She was that fallen angel I taught how to dance provocatively for the gang-bang Nimbus orchestrated for her. Back in the nineteenth centur
y I think it was. What do you want with her?”

  “She killed my son.”

  A shadow fell over her face. “I heard about that. It was big news hearing about the death of the angel/demon/vampire hybrid.”

  Jude put his hand on her head. “Tell me if you know where this is. It's on the west coast somewhere. That was all I got before Raphael jumped me.”

  He dumped the image of the city by the waterside that he'd retrieved from Scarlett's mind into Delilah's head.

  “It looks like a city in the Pacific Northwest. Either Portland, Olympia, or Seattle.”

  “Well, that does narrow it down some. I'll start with Seattle. I have a vampire friend who owns a sex club there.”

  Her face lit up and her gray eyes danced with desire. “A sex club. That sounds inviting. I'll go with you.”

  “Maybe I don't want any company on this trip.”

  “Well, maybe I don't give a rat's ass what you want. You can't keep me out of Seattle.”

  Jude folded his arms with a taunting smile. “Blade is a diehard crusnik. You'll never get into his pants again.”

  Her features shadowed with retaliation. “No more than you'll ever get Scarlett to flip up her skirt for you.”

  His fists clenched. “Why you little -”

  “What, Jude? Do you really think I can't detect the hormones raging off you right now?” She stepped forward and cupped the bulge in his pants. “Or feel how hard just thinking about her makes you? You're your horniest when you're angry, aren't you? Who better to arouse you than the one you hate the most?”

  “Get your hand off my crotch before I break it,” he growled, hoping the sparks of electricity her touch struck off didn't show in his face.

  “You catch more flies with honey, Jude dear,” Delilah purred as she stroked her palm over his cock with one hand and fondled his chest with the other. “For instance, I have a blonde wig and a fluffy, white pair of angel wings I could strap on. I could give you an encounter that would be the closest thing to being with her that you'll ever experience. I don't even care if you want me to play her as your lover or your victim.”

  His dick hardened. “I'm listening.”