tried to pull away, her
lover reached deep inside of her and touched that special place
that sent her over the edge into a mind-blowing, conscious-altering
orgasm.
“Oh God,” Sonja groaned, knowing that she was
lost to this female vampire; her own lust betrayed her. When she
felt the fangs pierce her neck, her blood spilled willingly into
this stranger’s mouth. It created a sexual high she didn’t know
even existed, and she didn’t resist as her partner suckled hungrily
from her neck.
Her last conscious thought was how it felt to
come all around magical fingers, breasts pressed into hers, the
smell of a woman’s lust overtaking her senses.
She hoped that when she rose, she’d
experience it again.
Because Sonja knew the score. This was not
the end. It was a beginning. With yet another magical orgasm, she
knew she was ready to rise anew.
Chapter Six: Abigail
Raven returned to the coven with roses for
Sonja. He felt somewhat vindicated that he didn’t drink from her at
all, and neither did Constantine, but he still wanted to
acknowledge their passionate tryst. She was a strong woman to
handle two vampires at once, especially two vampires such as
himself and Constantine. That she made it through without a scratch
was a testament to that strength.
She needed to be treated with the respect and
admiration she had earned.
Who knew , he thought to himself as he
caressed the silken rose petals. Perhaps she was the one. Quiet,
unassuming, yet a woman of indeterminable strength and grace. He
found himself wanting to see her again, to touch her blacker than
black hair and stare into those cat-like eyes. He throbbed with the
memory of her all around him. He had never really gone back for
seconds with a human before, but she certainly had been worth the
attempt.
He actually could thank Constantine for that.
That was the biggest shocker of all. He’d intervened to spare her
life. In the end, she might have saved his.
He wore a rare smile as he entered the club
and headed purposefully toward the bar. He was surprised to find
another bartender there, a male, with spiked blue/black hair, a
pierced ear and dark Gothic makeup.
“Hey, man,” the new bartender said. “What’s
your pleasure?”
“Where’s Sonja?” Raven asked immediately.
He just shrugged as he cleaned out a glass.
“Dunno. She never came back to work last night. Didn’t call in
tonight either. Surprised the hell outta me. You could set your
watch by that girl.”
“She never came back?”
“Yep. Abandoned her shift. We figured
something must have come up but she never called. Sebastian finally
broke down and called the police this evening when she didn’t show
up for her next shift.”
“The police?” he echoed again. Raven was
shocked. Sebastian Crane, owner of their little hangout and a
vampire even older than himself, was not one to rely on the aid of
humans.
The new bartender nodded. “Normally he
wouldn’t have. You know how it is around here. People come, people
go. It comes with the territory, especially with the help. But
she’d been here a long time. Sebastian thought for sure she’d never
get lost. Add to that some guy looking for his wife. Some woman
named Tracy, I think.”
Raven sank on the bar stool. Married? She’d
been married? He felt sick.
“Tracy Lynn Macer,” a female voice confirmed.
Raven turned to see Abigail standing next to him, dressed normally,
complete with a notepad. “Disappeared two days ago, leaving behind
a husband and three small children.”
“Kids?” It came out as a hoarse whisper.
“Three,” she confirmed as she leveled her
green eyes on him. “And if I remember correctly, you were last seen
fucking her in the hallway.”
His jaw clenched, but he remained silent. She
indicated to his flowers. “Nice roses.” Again he did not respond.
Finally, “Is there somewhere we can go and talk?”
He placed the flowers on the bar and stood.
He motioned with his hand and led her back into
lover reached deep inside of her and touched that special place
that sent her over the edge into a mind-blowing, conscious-altering
orgasm.
“Oh God,” Sonja groaned, knowing that she was
lost to this female vampire; her own lust betrayed her. When she
felt the fangs pierce her neck, her blood spilled willingly into
this stranger’s mouth. It created a sexual high she didn’t know
even existed, and she didn’t resist as her partner suckled hungrily
from her neck.
Her last conscious thought was how it felt to
come all around magical fingers, breasts pressed into hers, the
smell of a woman’s lust overtaking her senses.
She hoped that when she rose, she’d
experience it again.
Because Sonja knew the score. This was not
the end. It was a beginning. With yet another magical orgasm, she
knew she was ready to rise anew.
Chapter Six: Abigail
Raven returned to the coven with roses for
Sonja. He felt somewhat vindicated that he didn’t drink from her at
all, and neither did Constantine, but he still wanted to
acknowledge their passionate tryst. She was a strong woman to
handle two vampires at once, especially two vampires such as
himself and Constantine. That she made it through without a scratch
was a testament to that strength.
She needed to be treated with the respect and
admiration she had earned.
Who knew , he thought to himself as he
caressed the silken rose petals. Perhaps she was the one. Quiet,
unassuming, yet a woman of indeterminable strength and grace. He
found himself wanting to see her again, to touch her blacker than
black hair and stare into those cat-like eyes. He throbbed with the
memory of her all around him. He had never really gone back for
seconds with a human before, but she certainly had been worth the
attempt.
He actually could thank Constantine for that.
That was the biggest shocker of all. He’d intervened to spare her
life. In the end, she might have saved his.
He wore a rare smile as he entered the club
and headed purposefully toward the bar. He was surprised to find
another bartender there, a male, with spiked blue/black hair, a
pierced ear and dark Gothic makeup.
“Hey, man,” the new bartender said. “What’s
your pleasure?”
“Where’s Sonja?” Raven asked immediately.
He just shrugged as he cleaned out a glass.
“Dunno. She never came back to work last night. Didn’t call in
tonight either. Surprised the hell outta me. You could set your
watch by that girl.”
“She never came back?”
“Yep. Abandoned her shift. We figured
something must have come up but she never called. Sebastian finally
broke down and called the police this evening when she didn’t show
up for her next shift.”
“The police?” he echoed again. Raven was
shocked. Sebastian Crane, owner of their little hangout and a
vampire even older than himself, was not one to rely on the aid of
humans.
The new bartender nodded. “Normally he
wouldn’t have. You know how it is around here. People come, people
go. It comes with the territory, especially with the help. But
she’d been here a long time. Sebastian thought for sure she’d never
get lost. Add to that some guy looking for his wife. Some woman
named Tracy, I think.”
Raven sank on the bar stool. Married? She’d
been married? He felt sick.
“Tracy Lynn Macer,” a female voice confirmed.
Raven turned to see Abigail standing next to him, dressed normally,
complete with a notepad. “Disappeared two days ago, leaving behind
a husband and three small children.”
“Kids?” It came out as a hoarse whisper.
“Three,” she confirmed as she leveled her
green eyes on him. “And if I remember correctly, you were last seen
fucking her in the hallway.”
His jaw clenched, but he remained silent. She
indicated to his flowers. “Nice roses.” Again he did not respond.
Finally, “Is there somewhere we can go and talk?”
He placed the flowers on the bar and stood.
He motioned with his hand and led her back into
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