Darkness Captured (23 page)

“Guntram.
Please.
”

He drove into her, ramming her against the wall with the force of his strokes, but she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she lifted her other leg and clasped her ankles behind his back.

He dropped her hands and reached down to cup her bottom, squeezing the softness overspilling his hands. His head dropped to her shoulder as he rutted against her, as he sank again and again in her heat.

“Don’t lock with me,” she warned. “We haven’t time. Someone would discover us.”

Nodding against her shoulder, he ground his teeth and willed his cock not to swell inside her, offering instead a human fuck, one made only slightly less pleasurable than the Wolfen version because it was Gabriella’s cunt he filled.

How long had he dreamed of this? How much longer would he have to wait to know this pleasure again? But he didn’t want to think about leaving her, didn’t want to dwell on the demon who’d captured her. Later, he’d exorcise his inner demons—take a few heads as he left—maybe even the Master, who held her bound to him now.

Gabriella was close, her mouth opening as her breaths rasped harshly, her head falling back against the wall.

Guntram watched pleasure flood her features with rosy heat, savored the sight of her plump lips as they rounded. How lovely this view was, up close, skin to skin. If this was all he’d ever have, it would be enough.

At last the strong, deep strokes sparked a fiery orgasm that had them both grinding hard against each other, holding each other tightly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, his around her lower back. His balls exploded, and he muffled his shout against her skin, as did she hers, pressing kisses against his neck and cheek until he turned and met her lips.

This time their mouths were gentle as they tasted each other’s passion, gliding softly as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said gruffly, when he’d mastered his breaths. “Someday, I will want the words.”

Gabriella’s lips firmed, but her eyes remained moist.

It was enough for now that he’d poked a little hole in the steely armor surrounding her heart. He’d thought he would be content to have her in his bed, to know her loyalty would be his, but now he knew he wouldn’t settle for anything less than all of her—body, soul, and heart.

Marduk ground his jaw tight as his hands gripped Irkalla’s hips hard, forcing her up and down his cock. Once he’d figured out she intended to draw out their lovemaking in order to keep his attention from Gabriella, he’d decided he’d had enough. He’d give her the requisite orgasm, on his terms and at his pace, and then politely excuse himself.

Not that he was worried about Gabriella. He’d appointed Dagon to watch over her and give silent warnings to others to go gently or face his wrath. Watching her with Dumuzi had been enraging enough.

But Dumuzi seemed content to humiliate his wife and hadn’t let his fist drift anywhere near Gabriella’s heart, although the thought of dining on a warm, living heart had to be killing him.

Not that Marduk didn’t appreciate the danger Dumuzi posed. Dumuzi might have married the wrong sister, but Irkalla clearly still favored him.

Fingers pulled his beard. “You aren’t watching me.”

“If I watch I’ll be overcome and unable to sustain this erection you ride,” he said drily.

Her lips formed a pretty moue. “Your mind is on your new pet. I’d be jealous if I didn’t know you’re just worried. So many are so interested. But where has she gone?” she said slyly.

Marduk glanced around the room, finding Dagon near the entrance to the corridor with the special cells. “She’s fine for now, mistress. May I make you come?” he asked, fire glinting in his eyes because around the others he had to ask.

She sighed. “Yes, but not like this. My thighs ache.”

Marduk lifted her off his lap, not liking her expression. She glanced beyond his shoulder and crooked her finger. Marduk stiffened, not giving her the satisfaction of gazing over his shoulder. He’d pretend he didn’t care who she invited to join them.

“My queen,” Dumuzi’s voice came from behind him. “How may I serve you?”

Marduk shot a glance behind him and found Dumuzi standing alone. Another glance found his spouse, kneeling on the floor with her arms crossing her chest, apparently left with instructions not to move. Her chest rose and fell quickly; heat flushed the tops of her breasts. Her fury was palpable.

“Marduk’s attention strays from me,” Irkalla said. “Perhaps a little competition will help him focus his efforts on my behalf.”

“Mistress …” Marduk growled a warning, not liking where this was headed.

Dumuzi’s sly smile stretched across his face. “I am yours to command, my queen. How may I pleasure you?”

Irkalla’s eyes narrowed on Marduk as she reached out to stroke Dumuzi’s cock. “Surprise me, but I expect to be overfilled with your lust.”

Dumuzi held out his palm. Irkalla took it and let him lead her to a wide, backless lounger, really a narrow bed.

Dumuzi lay down, gripping his staff to hold it perpendicular from his body, and gave her a glance filled with wicked intent. “For your pleasure, ma’am.”

“You have always known my heart, haven’t you?” she said, her voice girlish.

Dumuzi’s face betrayed a momentary sadness before he tugged her downward, helping her to straddle his hips, her knees digging into the cushions while she fit his cock to her entrance and sighed, slipping downward.

Marduk would rather have left them to their lovemaking, which it truly was from the yearning in both their expressions, but he knew he’d already made her angry. He climbed onto the end of the mattress, widening his knees around Dumuzi’s outstretched legs. When he reached Irkalla, he wrapped his arms around her waist as she glided on the other man’s shaft.

He cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples and twisted, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp. “Shall I slide inside you too?” he whispered, playing the supplicant. “Do you want to ride both our cocks?”

“Marduk!” Her breath caught as she slammed downward. “I would have you both share my woman’s channel.”

Then this was the punishment she’d planned all along. Marduk barely held back the snarl threatening to curl his lip. Irkalla knew he despised Dumuzi.

His hands tightened on her breasts, then released her. He gripped her shoulders and pushed her to lie against the other demon’s chest.

Dumuzi’s grin was back in place, and the gleam in his eyes said he knew how this act enraged him.

Marduk cupped Irkalla’s ass, his thumbs sliding into the crevice, hoping to stimulate her tiny hole and earn a reprieve. At least he’d have her inner wall between their cocks.

But Irkalla pressed closer to Dumuzi and reached behind her, spreading her folds and stretching the opening. “I want you now.”

Marduk had no choice. He guided the tip of his cock into the narrow space she’d made and squeezed inside, gliding into her channel and along Dumuzi’s shaft. The pressure was more pleasurable than he wanted to acknowledge.

“Move, Marduk. You will take us both.”

Then Irkalla leaned over her first lover and framed his face with her two hands, kissing him as Marduk began to stroke them both, pushing deeper in short thrusts, easing inside as her walls melted and honey eased down her passage.

She lifted her head. “Do you remember my first time?” Irkalla whispered to Dumuzi.

Dumuzi groaned. “The bathing pool, inside your father’s palace.”

“It was dark. I thought I was alone. I swam nude. I didn’t know you were watching until you sat at the edge and called to me.”

“I was overcome with lust at the sight of your beauty. I had never seen anyone lovelier.”

Her soft snort said she needed more praise. “My sister looks exactly as I do.”

“Your sister wears her arrogance in her face. I could always tell you apart.”

Her sigh said he’d pleased her. “I hadn’t yet experienced arousal, hadn’t begun my heat. My sister’s came first, and I was jealous. I decided I would have you anyway. I set out to seduce you.”

“And I had decided to have you for my own. I’d already approached your father—you were old enough. I didn’t understand why he wanted me to wait.”

“You didn’t know what I was. I understood. But I wished to claim you first because my sister had gleaned that I wanted you and I feared she would take you out of spite.”

“Which she did,” he growled.

Her finger tapped his lips. “That night, however, you were mine. My first. I had you first.”

Dumuzi’s gaze darkened. “Love, I remember, how small you were, how tightly your sex clasped my cock. I was overcome. I wasn’t as gentle as I’d hoped.”

“You hurt me. Stretched me. Like now. I hurt, Dumuzi, but then as now, I relish the bite of a cock stretching me, tearing at my inner walls. Do you feel my heat?”

Dumuzi clasped the corners of her shoulders and squeezed. “Mistress, move with him. I would feel your inner caress and let it take away my breath rather than let him be the cause of my joy.”

Irkalla looked over her shoulder. Her face was softened, dewy. Youthful as she must have been when she and her lover first tasted each other’s flesh.

Unaccountably, Marduk’s chest tightened, realizing the journey these two had taken, the twisted revenge they’d engineered to punish her sister for enslaving her lover in marriage.

Irkalla had entered the Land of the Dead and seduced Nergal, taking his power for her own. Dumuzi had no way of knowing that Irkalla had paved the way for him to join her when Inanna conspired to have her husband dragged into this realm. He’d been made into a demon, but was allowed to keep his human form since it pleased Irkalla to keep him here.

He must have waited eons, perhaps conspiring with Irkalla, to creep back into Inanna’s world and exact their revenge.

Still, for all that Irkalla clearly loved Dumuzi, she blamed him for succumbing to Inanna’s lure. Never mind that a human male would never have withstood the lure the wicked bitch had cast with her vampire heat.

Irkalla played with Dumuzi, like now, exposing old emotions that lingered between them both—catching the tattered strands and cauterizing them with her oscillating affections.

Marduk had seen them like this before, but had managed never to get himself pulled into their lovemaking.

His cock burned as he fucked her. Moisture, thick and creamy, coated him and Dumuzi, but the friction between their bodies heated up. His arousal caught the flickering flame and tightened his balls, which bounced against Dumuzi’s, adding to the tension building inside him.

He stroked harder, meeting her backward lunges until her back arched against his belly, and then he saw Dagon, entering the dungeon alone. His gaze shot to the corridor where he’d last spotted him, only to see the back of a blond head as the figure hurried down the cells.

Something was afoot, and he knew it centered on his new pet. A shifter of some sort had interfered with her. Fear for her safety drove him to thrust hard and fast, not that the two beneath him seemed to mind.

He forced himself to concentrate on the pressure in his balls, the heat surrounding him, and at last, his seed poured into Irkalla.

Her arm reached behind her, snagging his neck. She turned her head to receive his kiss.

“I will leave you two alone now,” he said quietly. “I’m sure Inanna will be very displeased for you to linger with her husband.”

Irkalla laughed and turned back to stroke a finger over Dumuzi’s reddened lips. “She hates you so much, but her jealousy is stronger. Shall we do more to enrage her?”

Marduk heaved a sigh of relief that at last he was dismissed. He withdrew, rising swiftly, and strode toward the corridor where he’d last seen Gabriella. Each cell was occupied, but none held his woman.

Until the last.

Gabriella was letting down her legs from the flanks of a burly man wearing an executioner’s mask. Her mouth was blurred, her hair in disarray, and the room smelled of sex. When they both turned to face him, his gaze caught the widening of her eyes, then slid downward to see the fluids, copious amounts, dripping down her inner thighs.

The man’s large cock was similarly wet and still semi-aroused.

He’d known she would be expected to partake in the games. But to remain with one partner, to enjoy the experience as much as she clearly had …

Marduk’s shoulders stiffened. He narrowed his gaze on the man. “Who are you? I haven’t seen you here before.”

“I’m newly arrived,” came the gruff voice.

Marduk drew in the scents swimming in the air, discarded Gabriella’s and centered on the male’s. Beneath a floral layer, heated with sweat and male musk, lay something more damning.

“Another wolf?” She’d found one of her own kind to mate with? No wonder they seemed to have such a quick rapport. Even now her hand held the man’s forearm, trying to hold him back as though offering him protection.

“I am Wolfen,” the man admitted.

“And you just arrived?” Marduk stepped closer, drawing in the scent again. “Yet you don’t carry the scent of death.”

The wolf didn’t respond. Merely curled his fists.

“Marduk, why are you upset?” Gabriella broke in, instantly.

She was protecting this wolf—from him? He held out his hand, palm up. “Come, Gabriella. It’s time we leave.”

Her wild gaze met the wolf’s, whose expression remained stoic. His nod, giving her permission, had anger flushing Marduk’s skin. First, he had to get the woman away. Then he would discover whether they were accomplices.

Gabriella laid her trembling hand in his, and he pulled her close, bending to brand her lips with a hard kiss.

Then he lifted his gaze above her head.

The man’s face blanched white. His eyes narrowed in deadly intent.

They knew each other. Cared for each other. Before the night was through he’d know how deeply, and Gabriella would know never to betray him again.

When it was done, he’d soothe Gabriella’s grief. She’d have another chance to accept her place with him or she’d suffer the same fate as her lover.

As he pulled her behind him, down the corridor and into the chamber, he stopped beside the bull-man and leaned to whisper in his ear. The guard nodded sharply and lifted his fist into the air to alert the other sentries posted around the room.