by Zoey Marcel
She pulled her hands away with an exaggerated sigh and picked up a pair of skimpy panties. “I'd even buy the lingerie you told me to like a good, submissive slave. I could put aside my dominatrix side for an evening for you.”
“What's the catch?” There had to be one. Delilah was cunning and self-interested, but then again weren't they all?
“The catch is I get to go with you to Seattle. Blade commands the cruxim and I have a feeling Sonya will know where he is.”
Jude rolled his eyes. “You're a sodding fool if you can't locate him. Every demon has heard of him.”
“I don't need help locating him. I'm making you a deal. I'll help you find Sonya if you help me capture Blade.”
“Miss him, do you?”
Her eyes flickered with lust. “Mm, no man craves pain and domination in bed like he does. The fact that he's immortal means he can take a lot more than human males. Now which of these panties do you want to see Scarlett in?”
Jude felt his pulse rushing like a madman through him. “Tell anyone about this...fantasy that I don't have of her and I'll kill you.”
Delilah chortled. “Agreed. Now choose.”
His blood heated when he picked up the white lace panties. “Wear these and I want you to wear a white lace camisole with it.”
She picked up the garment and threw him a flirtatious wink. “Ah, yes. I might have known you'd choose white to reflect her innocence.”
He grinned. “You know me well.”
* * *
Jude sat in a chair in Delilah's bedroom while she dressed in the bathroom. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing angrily in his pants. His mouth salivated when the succubus came out in a white lace camisole that did nothing to hide the baby-pink of her areolas and the hard nipples peeking through. Her bare labia flirted with him through the white lace thong. While the blonde wig didn't look like Scarlett's hair, the shade was close enough to suspend disbelief.
Delilah wiggled her foot at him, making her glittery silver polish shimmer. “Barefoot as you requested.”
He smiled at this. Barefoot like a slave. The puffy, white pseudo-angel wings made his belly tighten with wanton urges. This was as close to the real thing as he would ever get, but it was a pretty damned good replica. Not that he wanted the real thing. Scarlett was a pain in the ass.
“Now, is Scarlett your lover or your victim?” Delilah pranced toward him, flooding the air with the enticing fragrance of her perfume.
A sudden rush of savage energy flowed through his veins when he caught the sweet citrus essence wafting up his nostrils. “Damn, you smell like her.”
She grinned like a vixen. “You like that? It's the new lemon sugar perfume I bought. It smells just like Scarlett. I thought it would help to set the mood for you.”
The scent drove him wild. If he closed his eyes it was like Scarlett was in the room with him, filling it with her intoxicating aroma and her angelic presence. Her irritating, fuckable presence.
Jude bawled his fists and grew tense with aggression. “I want your hymen.”
“Sorry, Jude, I lost my hymen a long, long time ago.”
His tone became stern at her condescension. “You know what I mean, Delilah. A succubus can resurrect her own hymen if she chooses. Now do it.”
She rolled her eyes. “If I had a nickel every time a demon asked me that. Losing one's virginity is painful if you're a female. Just pretend I'm a virgin.”
Jude snarled and lunged at her, pinning her face down against the nightstand. He felt a wild thrill jolt through him when items were knocked off the surface. “I want you to be Scarlett. Scarlett is a virgin. Now give yourself a bloody hymen.”
“I take it your fantasy is of forcing her into bed with you,” Delilah guessed, heaving a sigh. “Fine, but if you so much as poke around my asshole without any lube, I'll tear your balls off. Got it?”
He gritted his teeth that a woman dared to talk to him that way. “Deal. I want you to fight me and act like you're pissed off and scared to death. I want you to scream when I break your hymen. When I bring you to orgasm, I want you to weep in shame over your disgrace and then in delight over my skill.”
She snickered. “Ah, the typical male arrogance.”
He slapped her ass hard. “That's the last ounce of mercy you'll get from me. I want this to be realistic and since you're a demon, I know you can take whatever brutality I throw at you.”
“Do your worst. My hymen is in place. Are we in role now?”
Jude hurled her onto the ground, allowing his eyes to shift to their glowing yellow and his fangs to drop.
She grinned in understanding and assumed her role as Scarlett for him. “What do you think you're doing, you demonic pig?”
He refrained from chuckling, hoping that their make-believe fantasy would morph into a credible pseudo-reality for him. “You've had this coming for a long time, you tight ass bitch.”
She jumped up when he dove at her and punched him in the face. Normally he wouldn't take crap like that from a woman, but because this was in the name of role playing, he could tolerate it. He backhanded her, knocking her to the ground. They wrestled a bit before she threw him across the room.
“You've got five seconds to get the heck away from me before I call one of the archangels to -”
Jude flew through the air with a feral growl and slammed her into the mirror violently, causing it to shatter. The resonant cracking and clattering sounds spurred his want into overdrive. He threw her onto the bed, diving on top of her. He landed on his stomach on the mattress when she moved and grabbed something from a drawer.
“Help me!” She screamed when he grabbed her from behind and tossed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her.
He yelled out in misery when she shot pepper spray in his face. The bitch maced him. “Oh, bloody hell! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I thought you wanted this to be realistic?” she taunted sweetly.
“Angels don't carry pepper spray, you dumb broad!” He summoned power from within and sprayed water up into his face until he flushed his eyes out and they no longer burned.
“Well, maybe she's on an undercover mission.”
Delilah or Scarlett, this infuriating, smart-ass excuse of a woman was going down. Jude grabbed her when she tried to wriggle out from under him and slammed her up against the headboard, pleased at the cracking sound her head made against it. Delilah yelped in pain, but the tough hen could take it.
“I laughed after I cast you out of that priest. You're weak and pathetic,” she taunted, eyes daring him to hit her.
Now she sounded like Scarlett. He crawled toward her, feeling the unholy beast within wanting to emerge. “You won't be laughing when I ram my cock up you and break your precious little hymen.”
She kneed him in the groin and leaped off the bed. The contact made him clutch the place and his breath caught suddenly, but he recovered quickly. He used his power to summon a vase from off the table and hurled it at the back of her head. It shattered against her skull and to her credit she dropped to her knees like he wanted her to.
“Why are you so much stronger than I remember?” she asked.
The pretend fear and admission of imminent defeat made his blood boil with depraved urges. Jude held out his hand and a pair of handcuffs flew toward him as he dove over to her and covered her body with his, shackling her wrists together behind her.
“Let me go!”
He dragged her kicking and screaming and hurled her onto the bed. She squealed and struggled when he stripped the panties off her, exposing her cunt.
“No! Don't you dare touch me, you unholy pervert!”
His dick swelled with lust, reaching a degree of hardness that bordered painful. “Now who's laughing, bitch?”
Jude went down on her, smiling to himself at the dampness greeting his decadent tongue as he lapped at her slit. He didn't know if Scarlett would ever cream for him since she hated him so much, but it was flattering to know that Delilah w
as turned on by this almost as much as he was.
She flailed against the mattress and yelled curses at him, demanding he stop tonguing her. A wicked charge of excitement bolted through him. Would pure, by-the-book Scarlett let loose and swear at him in rage if he ever defiled her? The idea was a guilty pleasure for his twisted imagination.
Delilah panted, the need in her voice becoming more and more obvious. “Stop!”
Jude yanked the straps of her camisole down, exposing her tits. She was a petite woman, so they were small, but pleasantly perky, so he wasn't complaining. He latched onto her nipple, lips curving into a satisfied grin when he felt her arch into his mouth.
“No! Not my breasts! No one's ever seen them before! I'm not supposed to let a man suck on them!”
Pre-cum surfaced at the eye in his cockhead and he felt it dribble down his shaft. The reality in her words hit him. No one had ever seen Scarlett's breasts before. Those ample, perky boobs had never been fondled or suckled by a man. The thought nearly made him come in his pants.
He'd only ever deflowered two women. Sonya with his fingers and his former slave girl, Less, with his cock. He generally preferred women to have experience, but breaking the maidenhead of those women had been the ultimate high. He could only imagine the elevated gratification of shaming Scarlett.
Delilah cringed when he poised his glans at her entry. “Please don't take my virginity.”
Famous last words of a maiden...before she became a writhing, simpering whore. Jude shoved forward but couldn't get in. Damn, she really had reinstated her hymen. He rammed his hips toward Delilah so his length jabbed up inside of her, tearing her hymen in the process and a bloodcurdling scream from her throat.
He briefly crammed his palm against her lips to keep the people in the other rooms from hearing. She was unbelievably tight...like Scarlett would be.
“Damn you!”
Jude humped her hard and fast. He was too close to finishing to even think of dragging this out. “Say my name when you come for me, or I'll make you a demon.”
He rubbed her little, pink clitoris, surprised that she got off almost immediately. Damn, she was riled.
“Oh god, Jude, stop! I'm going to come!”
“Good. I want you to come. Now say what I told you to say or I'll damn you.”
She screamed his name as her vagina sucked his cock with the frantic spasms of her climax. Her surrender dragged the finale from him as well. He quickly pulled out and ejaculated all over her tits. The sight of them covered in his cum gave him a sadistic satisfaction. He could only imagine how hard he would come if Scarlett were the one whose body bore the evidence of his domination.
Chapter Five:
Vampire
Sonya and Dante couldn't keep their hands off each other. Once they slept together, most of their visits and outings were spent stealing away into the bedroom, or trying to find a secluded spot in public to mess around in.
At times he whispered all the raunchy things that would happen to her once he'd finally get around to sharing her, but then at other times he vowed never to let another man touch her. At times she would swear Dante was bipolar. Sometimes he behaved respectably toward her and treated her like gold. At other times he treated her like his dirty little slut. There were gentle, intimate encounters where he conveyed the depths of his feelings to her and touched her soul. Then there were times of rough, wild sex that took her breath away. It was like he was two completely different men.
Sonya stood in Dante's kitchen. He was still at work, but he'd given her a key to his apartment and she wanted to make him a surprise dinner tonight. Perhaps some Italian food. She opened the fridge to see if he had a jar of minced garlic and spotted a plastic container of some kind of thick, red, watered-down paste. Oh good, tomato sauce.
She opened the container and froze as the familiar scent wafted up her nose, causing the blood to run cold in her veins. This wasn't tomato sauce. It was blood. Some kind of farm animal from the scent of it.
The moment became surreal. Dante was a vampire. That was the only explanation. He told her he was a werewolf, but she'd never seen him shift. Had he lied, or was he both werewolf and vampire? It was possible. She'd heard of those hybrids.
Another truth startled her even more and her heart nearly stopped beating in her chest. She slept with a vampire. She broke her vow. There were seven vows a crusnik was to uphold and never break. Sleeping with demons and the undead was one of them. Dante knew what she was and what he was, yet he never told her. He lied to her, damned her.
The door unlocked and she heard him come inside. “Sonya, is that you, babe?”
Raw shock kept the anger at bay. She turned to face him with her lips parted and the container of blood in her hand.
Dante froze when he saw the object in her hand. “What are you doing with that?”
“What are you doing with it?” she countered. Perhaps it was all some grand mistake. He was a werewolf. Perhaps he simply had a thirst for animal blood. He was a natural-born hunter after all. No big deal.
“It's animal blood. I don't drink human blood anymore,” he said quietly, seeming to wait for her to pass judgment on him.
Her eyes closed and she swallowed hard, dreading his inevitable answer. “Are you a vampire?”
He hesitated before heaving a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I am. I was going to tell you. I just -”
“When? When we burned in hell together?” she snapped. There was the indignant fury she expected.
“You're not going to hell.”
“I am now. I'm not supposed to sleep with demons and that includes the undead.”
“Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know.” He stepped toward her, looking hurt when she backed away from him.
“Like hell you didn't! That's why you kept it from me. Did someone send you to seduce and damn me, or did you act on your own accord?”
“What? Nobody's trying to damn you. I honestly didn't know that you weren't permitted to sleep with vampires.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Right. Then why did you keep it from me?”
“Because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I wanted to go out with you. I knew if you found out I was a vampire, you'd reject me since you're prejudice.” His countenance saddened, dark eyes beseeching hers. “I just wanted to be with you. I'm so sorry. I had no idea it would cost you so much.”
“Only my soul.” The idea of burning for all eternity in the lake of fire scared her to death. She couldn't go there. Damn Dante to hell for tricking her.
“But you didn't know. I'm sure they'll forgive you. God's not going to throw you into hell for unwittingly sinning.”
Perhaps he was right, but still, what if he wasn't? “And what if you're wrong?”
“Then I'll take you away from there and we'll find our own paradise.” His hard, rugged features softened as he stepped closer and ran his hands up and down her arms. “Forgive me, please. I need you more than anything.”
She needed him too, but if she stayed he would damn her. Her eyes stung at the familiar parallel of her haunting past with Nimbus. It was that same agonizing hell all over again. “I can't be with you anymore.”
Dante gaped at this. “You don't mean that. I know we've only been together for a few months, but those months have been the best of my life. I can't lose you.”
Her eyes watered, but she mustn't weep for a demon again. Those days were gone forever. She must put these ones behind her as well and bolt the door shut on Dante as she had with Nimbus. Of all the men in the world, why in god's name did she have to fall for another demon? How deviant was she that she fell for a demon twice?
“I can't stay.” She tried to walk past him, stopping when he tugged her by the arm.
“Sonya, don't do this. I'm not a monster. I used to be, but I have a soul now.”
“Liar, you're a demon.”
“I'm a werewolf trapped with a demon inside of this body. Some blasted witch put some kind of curse on me and now
I can't get out,” Dante explained.
Her eyes widened in disbelief and her jaw dropped. “It was you. You're the vampire who attacked Tansy.”
“Who the hell is Tansy?”
“My roommate.”
“She's the witch who cursed me?”
Sonya nodded, unable to shake off the shock of the alarming news. “You attacked my best friend.”
“It wasn't me. It was the demon trapped here inside of me,” Dante insisted. “It's like we're one being now and I hate it. I'm under a spell right now, Sonya, but it's not me. I'm not a vampire. I'm a werewolf.”
“You're both and I'll be damned if I sleep with you again.” She scurried toward the door, becoming startled when he slammed it shut and blocked it with his body. “Move aside, Dante.”
“I can't let you go. I won't.”
“It's not your choice to make.” She really needed to get out of there before he saw her cry.
Dante took her hand in his. “My name is Aramis. I'm a werewolf and a good man. I was going to be a preacher until -”
“Until what? Until you decided to take up blood drinking instead?” she quipped.
“I'm not a monster, Sonya.”
“Yes, you are. Now let me pass.” She screamed lightly when his eyes flashed red and he threw her down on the ground and straddled her. “Let me go!”
“I will never let you go,” he vowed through a vicious growl as he curbed her desperate struggles. “I'll have you so hot and wet you'll gladly damn yourself for me.”
“Dante, stop!” He wasn't stopping. The rough way he grabbed her and held her down hurt. “Aramis!”
This time he stopped, seeming ashamed of himself as he staggered to his feet with his lips parted. “It's getting worse. This isn't like me. He's getting harder to control. He wants out.”
Sonya scrambled to her feet and stared at him. His sudden attack on her really hadn't been the werewolf's fault. That was the demon talking. The one who wanted to hurt and control her. The man who cared for her and felt ashamed of himself for assaulting her was Aramis.
Now it all made sense. The tenderness and unwillingness to share her body with others had been Aramis. The feral sexuality and desire to exhibit her before others had been the demon. Which one stole her affection? Did she love them both?
