Poisonous Pleasure (20 page)

“Works for me,” he said shrugging.

Changing her appearance, Marcella curled into his arms, giving him the best angle for her neck. She could feel her heart rapidly beating from not knowing what to expect.

“Calm,” he said quietly, while moving his hand in the air inches above her body. Instant serenity filled her. Wrapping her arm around his side, she placed her leg over his hip, enjoying the peace she felt.

Looking directly into her eyes, Ambrose formed some kind of link with the mind. The pull sucked her in like a magnet. The dangers he was capable of went beyond her knowledge or even her understanding. While fighting him, she’d been so focused on what his next move would be that she never really looked into his deep green depths. Now that he had her in some type of trance, she knew she was trapped against ever getting out of what he might want her to do.

“You promised me love, even the smallest amount. Here, you can’t lie to me. From your mouth comes only the truth, for I will it so. Blood can hide many things, I’ve come to find. Now that we’re alone, I’m going to ask you a series of questions and I’ll decide whether or not to attempt to kill you again. Is this clear?”

Robotically, Marcella opened her mouth. “Yes.”

“Perfect. The first question I ask you is this: Do you truly want my soul for yourself or for Samael?”

“Samael wants your soul.”

“Interesting.” The vampire bit his bottom lip as he seemed to go over something in his head. “Now, is it true that you feel you can love me or do you lie?”

“I want to love you. But not as a mate.”

Ambrose grew quiet as he stared at her, keeping his eyes locked. “Is this because you already have two men or is it because you don’t find me attractive?”

“You’re very attractive, beautiful. But I have a mate, and a boyfriend.”

“If I won your heart and you truly began to love me, would you become my lover?”

Marcella’s mind went crazy with wanting to scream, but she couldn’t stop her voice from responding. What kind of questions were these anyway?

“My body does react to yours sexually, yes. I assume if things happened positively between us we could become lovers. That is if my men didn’t have a problem with it. If they said no, I would have to decline.”

“What if I bit you now and wanted to make love to you before you had a chance to talk with them? Would you be extremely angry at me, even if you wanted it?”

“I told you from the start that you weren’t to take advantage of me. I would be angry.”

“I respect your wishes. Now look away from me and you’ll become yourself again.”

It took everything Marcy had to break the connection. She turned, blinking her eyes repeatedly.

“You didn’t lie before. Thank you for being honest.”

“What in the hell was that? You didn’t ask my permission first.”

“You didn’t warn me of your kidnapping, either. We’re not even yet, but close, my sweets. Now I feed. Come sit on my lap and face me. If we’re lying down it might make things harder for you.”

Hesitantly, she crawled onto his lap straddling his waist. He removed the jacket to the business suit he wore and laid it next to them on the bed. Unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, she watched as his pale skin captivated her. More than anything, she wanted to run her fingers across the exposed flesh. Confused with her reaction she turned her head away from him.

“Now calm,” he repeated like before, moving his hands just above her back. Marcella felt herself become so relaxed she leaned back against his waiting arms. Supporting her head, he brought her lips to his. The softness pushed into hers and quickly moved along her jaw line. Arousal took over her body at the feel of him touching her.

Air brushed against the beginning of her neck while he kissed his way down. The bite happened so fast she wasn’t expecting the near orgasm that almost exploded from her body. Clutching to his back she moaned deeply trying to control her reaction. Everything inside of her begged for more contact, yearned for it.

A cross between a moan and a groan came from his throat as he slammed her to the bed on her back. With his fangs still inside of her and his body pressed against hers, she couldn’t help but grab at him tighter. She knew she was in trouble from succumbing to her needs. The orgasm that tightened her stomach begged for release and she wasn’t sure she could handle the ecstasy that would follow.

The arms he held her with distanced themselves. She felt him try to pull up, hesitate, then break himself away from her neck, panting. With how heavy her eyes felt, controlling her focus proved impossible.

“You’re blood,” he gasped. “It’s beyond powerful. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted. Before, with the poison, you were immediately tainted. Now…I can’t breathe.”

“Are you hurt?” She slurred, sitting up. “I’m sorry if it’s not good.”

“Don’t say…not good. You blood is the greatest thing I’ve ever tasted. Better than any food or drink I can remember. I think it best if you leave before I break my word. If you knew how hard it was to control myself, you’d thank me and be gone.”

Marcella stood on shaky legs. “Thank you.” She quickly stepped out of his little box and rushed to the restroom. Pains shot through her stomach with the need she felt. Cobwebs circled around her ankles while she cursed the succubus that haunted her when the need became too much. There was only one person she could call and the thought scared her beyond anything she could think of.

Chapter 12

Marcella tried changing into every supernatural creature she could think of to hold the succubus at bay, but the damn thing just wouldn’t stop taking over. Looking in the mirror at her body, temporarily a collector, she knew she had to do. Dammit. It was time to open back up to the one person she was afraid would hurt her again.

Summoning Dominic, the cobwebs shot through her at the speed of light. A moan came from her mouth at the overwhelming lust that accompanied the change.

Gripping onto the marble countertop and closing her eyes tightly, Marcella heard him hit the floor with a thud. The sound almost made her laugh, but the urges overpowered her continued clumsy summoning of her mate.

“Damn woman, you really need to learn to do that without dropping me on my ass. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She turned and looked at him. The need to seduce took over her instinctively. His small gasp was followed with a step backward.

“Marcella, we both know that you need Jason. You’re not mad at him. If something happens now, you’ll be pissed at yourself later.”

A painful groan came from her mouth while she clutched to her stomach. “Dom, I don’t think there’s time. Where is he?”

“We just arrived in front of his house. He wanted to talk to his mother. I could call him. Can you wait five, maybe ten minutes?”

“No. It’s either you or Ambrose and I’d prefer it be with you. You’re my mate. He’s a great guy, but a stranger. Please, Dominic.”

“You’re not going to be angry with me?”

“I’d be angrier if you let me walk out this door and fuck our guest.”

A sigh left his lips, but he nodded. “Not here, take us to the next bedroom.” The thickness in his voice tightened her stomach even more. Dominic picked her up holding her to straddle his waist. His lips eased to hers as she made them appear in the next bedroom over. They hit the bed bouncing. Vanishing Dom’s clothes, the feel of his skin ignited an inferno in her body. Hungrily, she kissed him, drinking in his missed taste.

“I never thought this would be happening again. A part of me wishes it wasn’t. I didn’t want you to come to me because of this.”

Marcella glanced down at his stressed features. “I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve missed you. Don’t think I don’t want this to happen. What comes of it scares me more than the act itself. The act, I love.”

Fingers slid deep within her wet pussy. Moaning, she sank down on them further. “Dominic, I don’t have time. The pain…I need you inside of me.”

He lifted her by the hips while she eased the tip of his cock inside of her. Even as a succubus, she could feel herself having to stretch to fit his size, but within seconds she eased to the base.

“Fuck. Marcy, maybe I should get on top.”

“No,” she said, leaning forward to grip his chest. Ecstasy took over as she began to ride his cock. Sinking her nails in his muscle, she rocked her hips faster, taking him in as deep as he would go.

“Dominic,” she reached, pulling him into a sitting position.

Fingers found her clit, rubbing the area in circles while she continued to bury him within her. Trembling took over her body as her orgasm released forcefully. Screams quickly were cut off by his mouth. The flavor of him overwhelmed her, sucking her into memories of the last time they were together.

Fingers gripped into her hip while Dominic tried to get her to ride his cock faster. “I want you to get on your knees. Can you do that for me? I want to fuck you real good, love.”

Marcella moaned and nodded at the same time, easing from his lap. Getting on her knees, fingers buried themselves in her pussy, pounding extremely hard and fast. Gripping the comforter in her hands, Marcella turned around to watch him.

“You like that, Marcy?”

“Are you ready for my cock to pound your pussy like that?”

Biting her lip against the beckoning orgasm, she pushed back into his fingers. “Yes. Give it to me the exact way your fingers just fucked me.”

Wetness allowed him to slide easily into her. Reaching a whole new depth, Marcella cried out from the building heat. Dominic leaned forward wrapping his arm around her waist. The palm that pressed against her stomach moved down until he made contact with her clit.

“Arch your back more, love. I want my cock buried so deep inside of you that you never forget what it feels like.”

Complying, Marcella gripped the comforter tighter while he pushed through depths never before, discovered. She could feel him in her core, in her very soul. “Dominic, fuck me faster. I’m so close.”

Looking back, she watched him stare at their joining. With every increased thrust he held her hips tighter. The sound of their bodies slapping together brought Marcella’s climax to a whole another level. She tightened around him, but lost concentration once the liquid heat pumped inside of her. Energy exploded from him, feeding her body.

It wasn’t until Marcella heard the sound of Dominic’s body hitting the bed that she realized she’d drained him completely. Dazed by the drugged feeling, she turned toward him sluggishly. Dom lay there fast asleep. She smiled as she pulled the blanket over and covered him. It probably wasn’t a good idea to go so long without bringing out her succubus.

Moving in inches to his face, she stared at his features. “You’re no demon at all. You’re too beautiful to be labeled with such an ugly name. I really did miss you.”

The sound of the door opening tore her eyes from his face. Jason came in looking alarmed. “Thank god you’re here. I was afraid of what might have happened.” He walked slowly up to her. “When Dominic disappeared I knew something was wrong. You really wore him out, didn’t you?”

“Jason, quit making jokes. My succubus is not done so that means I need you to help me.”

“What’s wrong with fangs in the bedroom? With the whole feeding thing, I thought that’s why we were meant to leave. You didn’t…fuck him?”

“No, of course not. He’s still a stranger and a guest in this house.”

“Dominic was a stranger.”

“Dominic’s my mate, Jason. To me, we’ve known each other forever. That’s the way it feels here.” Marcella pulled his hand up to push against her heart. He stared at her breasts, licking his lips.

“I guess that makes sense. I wouldn’t know. All I know is the way I feel for you, but the way you describe a mate makes me wish I had one.”

Pain raced through Marcella’s chest. “I’m sorry, Jason. I didn’t choose who I’d be mated to.”

“I know, babe. That came out wrong. If I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry. It’s just that sometimes I think everything we’ve shared over a period of years took you seconds to reach with Dom. Now, what the two of you have surpasses what we share.”

“No, Jason. I may be mated to Dominic, but I love you both the same. I can’t be without him anymore than I can be without you. Without one, I’d be incomplete.”

The effects of the succubus subsided as she fought her emotions. She quickly changed to her collector form before the temptations of the other creature could convince her to play the role of a seducer.

“Well at least my depressing talk scared away your demon.” He laughed.

“Jason, please. I know how much this new life we both have hurts you. I can see it in your eyes. You hate what you’ve become and the blame lies on me. I did this to you. Please forgive me.”

“Come here, you.”

Warmth surrounded her while he held her in his arms tightly. The weight of their overall plans to deal with the soul collecting began to push against Marcella. Materializing her robe she placed it on and pulled Jason to the bed. Once he sat down, she placed her hand on Dom’s chest and brought them back into the other room.

“At least we know you can transport more than one person. That might come handy in the future. Wait till Dominic hears. I’m sure he’ll be proud of you. So how long do you think he’ll be out?”

She looked at his sleeping form, still noticing the dark circles under his eyes. “He hasn’t slept at all since I’ve been gone, but for maybe a few hours this morning. My guess is awhile. What do you have in mind?”

Jason looked toward Ambrose’s lounging form and back to her. “I assume he’s not going anywhere?’

“Because. If he’s going to be around you, I want to know more about him. How do you so easily trust someone who’s already basically killed you as much as they can?”

“Hello, I kidnapped him and tried to take his soul. If that’s not a good enough reason, what is? The poor guy has every right to be angry.”

“Still, the way you react to him. It just doesn’t seem normal.”

“I’m going to have to take his soul. Just the thought goes against my morals. To me, no one should be able to take a soul unless they were god or the devil himself. But I didn’t make the rules, and I’m only doing what I’m supposed to. I collect, but I can also store them for whenever I choose. A part of me strongly feels like if I wanted to, no one could take them away. Not Samael, no one. Why in my head do I believe this?”