Poisonous Pleasure (25 page)

Easing her thighs farther apart, Jason trailed his fingertips up slowly, feeling her shiver beneath him. Deep pants left her mouth, the higher up his fingers traveled.

“Tell me you want me, Marcella. Tell me to taste you.”

He’d never really been that blunt before. But after remembering bits of his other life, this talk was nothing compared to what it used to be. And if he remembered correctly, she loved it.

“I want you,” she whispered. “Yes, taste me. Please, taste me.”

Jason kissed down her stomach, nibbling the closer he came to his prize. She wiggled beneath him just as he reached the silkiness of her mostly bare pussy. He looked down amazed, feeling a hunger he’d never felt before. Flashes of their other life passed through his mind.

Seeing the thin rectangular strip trailing to her bare folds made his cock throb until he thought he’d come right there. It looked like it had before. The neatly trimmed curls were gone. His queen was back in every bit of the form he’d last seen her in.

A growl broke through his throat as he raced his tongue down the smoothness. Wetness greeted him and it took everything in his power to keep his fangs from coming down. Her distinct essence exploded through his senses. Greedily, he sucked her into his mouth wanting to take in more than she could ever provide.

Marcella went into spasms underneath him and he continued to suck, taking in every drop she released. Probing his tongue inside of her tightness, he circled around the opening until her fingers wrapped in his hair and pulled him up.

Looking into her heavy lidded eyes, he felt her impatience. Marcella pulled his mouth against hers, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing the tip of his cock inside of her. Jason groaned feeling her grasp around him.

This was heaven, perfection. Their chemistry and emotion were so in tune there wasn’t any turning back. He’d died for her once and without a shadow of a doubt, he’d do it again. She was his, forever. Mate or no mate, it didn’t matter. Dominic and she might share the title, but she’d made him what he was back then, and today. They held something so much more than mates. He, in other words, was her other half.

* * * *

As Jason’s tongue swept across hers, she took in her flavor mixed with his. There wasn’t a word for what the two of them together made. Intoxicating came close, but still, that wasn’t the right description. She could taste this forever,
would
taste him throughout eternity. He was hers just as much as Dom ever would be.

She knew somewhere deep down something happened between them a long time ago, but she wasn’t sure exactly what it could have been. Ownership felt like a horrible thing to think about, but in a way, she did feel like she possessed him, body, mind, and soul. He was hers and hers alone.

The length and thickness of his cock drove deeper into her and she gripped his back with her fingertips, urging him on. A cross between a growl and a groan echoed off the walls while he buried himself.

Slowly, he thrust, pushing and grinding his hips into her. The friction against her clit caused her to become so hot her skin tingled. Hard muscles tensed under her nails as he withdrew, only to enter her slowly, but powerfully, again.

“You’re mine, you know that, right?”

“Always,” she breathed heavily against his lips.

Passionately, he slid his tongue back in her mouth, thrusting harder and faster. She could feel herself tightening around him. Their lips broke apart and he began to kiss down the side of her face and neck. The fangs pierced, causing her orgasm to burst. Her whole body convulsed while she screamed his name.

Something of Ambrose’s bite rubbed off, the pleasure she felt the moment the sharpness entered her completely, blew his last bite out of the water with no contest. He still hadn’t reached Ambrose’s intensity, but damn near close.

Vibrations trailed down her skin as he moaned. He continued to drink pushing his cock deeply, setting off orgasms back to back. The room tilted as she gasped for breath against the ecstasy racing through her. The second his lips broke connection with her, his hot cum shot across her stomach.

Blood trailed down his chin, his brown hair almost reaching his heavy lidded eyes. At that moment, he’d never looked more beautiful to her.

“I made you,” she whispered in realization. “You were a servant.” Flashes of Jason blinded her from the room. She could see him so clearly. The first moment they met, their eyes connected and she knew, knew more than anything, that she wanted him. “I took your soul and made you mine. You’re truly mine.”

“Forever,” he whispered.

* * * *

Dominic paced the great hall, staring at Ambrose. The urge to rip out the vampire’s throat made his finger’s twitch. They may have gotten along in their other life, but this was different. Marcella could have tried to do anything to him, and never once would Dom try to harm her physically. She had an aura that made you want to love her, not stab her. He couldn’t understand what possessed Ambrose to do something so heinous.

“Just get it out. I’m fucking tired of you staring at me like that. I don’t care who you are, demon. I’m not afraid of you. You’ve yet to see my worst.”

“Why did you do it? Didn’t you know she was special? Couldn’t you feel it, somewhere?”

“All I could think about was returning to my people before the whole city turned into a midnight snack. Can you imagine the crisis and the news? It’s my job to keep what we are a secret. If something happens, I’m as good as dead.
That
is what I was thinking about, if you must know.”

Ambrose took a step toward the demon and sat on one of the many chairs. “I did feel something though. She kept talking about love. I thought…well, let’s just say I haven’t been so lucky in that department in quite some time. I dismissed it and tried to focus on what everyone expected me to do.”

“I still can’t believe you could do it. When I first met her, I knew instantly there was something different about her soul than anyone’s I’d ever taken. But I was drunk I dismissed it, too. When I came back after sleeping off my alcohol, it was like my body gravitated toward her. I’ve never felt anything like it before. The protectiveness I’ve felt for her since then is something I can’t even describe.

“I’m not going to lie. At first I wanted to just walk away. She stole my car to go to Jason. I even went home and paced for all of five minutes, but I knew I couldn’t let her just disappear. My mate.” He laughed. “I’ll never forget the moment it hit me. My heart must have nearly exploded from swelling with love. I’ve never loved anyone besides her, you know.”

Ambrose looked at him. “No, of course I didn’t know. I think it’s taking me longer than the rest of you to remember my past. I seriously barely even remember kneeling before her as queen. But I know what I see is true and she is what you all claim her to be.”

“Yes, she is our queen. And if you ask me, probably the best damn thing to ever happen in this thing we call a life.”

“Well, I look forward to tonight. I’m not sure why, but suddenly I feel compelled to hand over my soul. There’s something significant about it that I can’t place my finger on.”

“I feel the same way.” Dominic searched his memory for having done it in the past, but he couldn’t grasp anything more than what he already knew, which only irritated him. He hated not knowing exactly what transpired from the battle, or how it even began.

All the air left Dominic’s lungs the moment he caught sight of Marcella and Jason walking down the stairs. They looked like a couple out of the medieval times. Dark hair rested in waves down to her waist while she wore a red and gold dress of silk. The material hung out loosely around the arm encircling Jason’s. Her crown sparkled brightly in the light. An aching raced through his heart.

Jason looked like a knight, and a completely different person. His dark hair surrounded his handsome face. The colors of his clothing matched hers. They, together, looked like the perfect pair and so much in love he wasn’t sure what to think. He’d never truly been jealous of the kid, but now he wasn’t sure what his reactions were.

“My queen,” Dominic said, kneeling as they approached.

“Rise, lover. You don’t have to kneel to me.”

Golden eyes sparkled as she brought her hands to his face, and his lips to hers. All the fears of Jason vanished in that moment. He had no reason to feel threatened by him. Marcella was his mate and he needed to remember that. She loved them both and that was just the way things were.

“So, I thought I’d bring the old tradition back. It feels right. We have no particular colors. The matching is just custom. It’s something I prefer. I’m truly not sure why, but I’d like it if we could always mirror one another. Somehow I think it makes it easier for me to spot you if I always know you’ll be identical to me.”

“I like that idea. It does feel right.”

Dominic took in Jason’s clothing, down to every little detail and dressed him and Ambrose in the same thing. The clothing immediately felt like it belonged.

“I like it. It’s…right,” Ambrose said, looking down.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Dominic muttered.

“Well, now look at all this food we just left here. Shall we eat?” Marcella asked.

Jason led Marcella to the head of the table when she stopped and looked toward the chairs that were placed at the other end of the room. The tension in her body made everyone stiffen.

“What is it?” Dominic walked over and brought her face to look into his.

“Dom, count the chairs. We’re missing someone. Oh god! We’re missing someone. There’s another person and I can’t remember who he is. This is horrible. You are my men. I should know who you are. What if he’s all alone or is in some sort of danger and we’re not there to help him?”

“Calm down,” Ambrose said, walking over and resting his hand on her small one. “We’ll find him.”

“How?” she asked in a strangled voice.

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

Dominic hated seeing her distressed. But she was right. They were missing someone, and someone important. He could feel it, too. But a part of him had always felt like something was missing in his life.

“Could it be Samael’s chair?” Jason asked curiously.

“It’s not Samael. Oh shit, I don’t even know his name or what he looks like. I just know it’s someone I’ve never seen before.”

“All right, let’s take this one thing at a time.” Dominic rubbed his eyes. “Let’s eat and we’ll go over what we can remember. Maybe someone will have some type of recollection of this guy.”

“He wasn’t kneeling with you three. I don’t know how he fits into our circle. I just know he’s one of us and he needs to be here.”

Marcella sat down and watched as Jason and Dominic sat at the ends with Ambrose next to Jason. She looked back and forth from one side to the other. Picking up her fork, she began to slowly eat, studying the emotions and thoughts going through her head.

No one said a word, just as deeply in reflection as she. Before she realized it, her plate was clear and she still looked back and forth. Then the realization hit her so suddenly, she burst out laughing. A clue, her first clue.

“Lover… Dom, sorry I think that’s an old habit.”

“I like the name lover. It is old habit and one I prefer to keep. Go on, my queen.”

“You led an army in the underworld, true?”

“Yes, of course. Thirty-seven troops to be exact.”

Her stomach flipped. If Dom had thirty-seven armies alone, how many others were there? They’d never win with the amount of people that “the bad guy” had. She refused to think his name. Shit.

“All right, do you realize you automatically, sat on this side and Jason sat on the other? I think this is your army’s side and that of course is his. Ambrose, being his number one man. Who’s yours?”

Dominic’s face turned pale white. “Oh fuck. Marcy, I don’t know. The chair flew back as he sprung to his feet. “I should know this! You’re right, I can feel it. I’m missing someone important to me. I hate not being able to remember.”

“Lover, sit. We’ll figure it out.” Marcella sipped her wine while scouring through what she could remember. “The place we lived. Well, this place,” she said gesturing with her hands, “do you all remember where you slept?”

“There are two rooms next to yours. Jason and I shared a room and Dom and this mystery person shared the other. But two of us always slept with you at all times. As protection of course, but we were lovers, too. It was always you, me, and Jason. Or, you, Dominic and…Don...Donavon! Oh shit, Dom, Donavon!” Ambrose jumped over the table and embraced her big, blond mate. “I can’t believe I remember something.”

“Donavon, that’s it! I know that name, but nothing else except, well...” He got quiet and looked over at Marcy, then she watched his face turn red.

Marcella stood, feeling the heat rush through her limbs. How in the hell could
she
have forgotten Donavon? The moment his name broke through the air, flashes blinded her. Geez, just thinking about him turned her body to water. An amazing lover, that one was. His tongue…

“How you doing?” Dom pulled her slowly into her arms, running his hand across her fevered cheek. She hesitantly looked up into his eyes.

“I’m okay. I just think it’s been a long day.”

“I think you’re remembering something.” His finger trailed next to her earlobe and down her throat.

“Yes, I can remember a little about Donavon.”

“Me too, and a certain obsession he had when it came to you.”

Dom’s other hands pushed against her gown, brushing the heat enflamed between her thighs. She moaned gripping tightly to the red and gold material covering his arms.

“Oh yes, you remember. I’m going to find him. And when I do, and he recalls the past, I know the first place he’s going to want to bury his face. And I’m going to let him,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m going to hold your arms like I used to and kiss you while you scream your orgasms into my mouth.”

“Dom,” Marcella whispered weakly.

“Yes, my queen.”

“Find him. Not just for that, but because I really feel like I’m missing a piece of myself without him. We need Donavon with us.”