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by Jennifer Salaiz


  “Coffee. That’s what would make things better.” He waved his hand in a circle and presented a cup to Marcella. “Just the way you like it, my love.”

  A big smile filled her face. “Thank you. It’s just what I needed.”

  Dominic winked at Samael. “I know. A mate always knows what his woman needs.” He walked around Marcella and wrapped his hands under her breasts. His eyes penetrated his master’s, and he couldn’t ignore the evil smile that was filling Samael’s face. There was a challenge concerning Marcella there, and Dominic was all too willing to accept.

  Chapter 2

  Marcella sipped on the coffee and closed her eyes at the warm goodness. She couldn’t deny that the last few days had been amazing. Everything was falling into place around her fortress. Nemmy had yet to come back and she was thriving with all the souls she carried. She lifted her gaze up to Samael. Things were really progressing with him.

  The wind picked up and blew her long hair across her face. Marcella reached down around her wrist and used a ponytail holder to pull it back. She stared back and forth at her men. “You were both talking about something when I came out here. What was it?”

  Samael turned to Dominic and she watched as the dark angel smiled. Her mate shrugged. “Nothing important. Samael was just telling me a story. It was very intriguing. I have to admit, I almost thought he was telling me the truth, but you know how he likes to joke.” Dominic tilted his head. “Can you believe that he actually tried to convince me that—”

  “Why, go ahead.” Samael gestured toward her. “Ruin the surprise, Dom.”

  “A surprise? Ooh, tell me! I love surprises.”

  Dominic shook his head. “I wouldn’t say your story was a surprise, Samael. Kind of hard to believe, but you know, I’ve taken what I want out of it.”

  Marcella twisted her mouth. The tension between the two men was coming out of nowhere, confusing her.

  Dominic came forward. “Samael, here, informed me that I was really growing on him. Can you believe that? He actually admitted to liking me.” Dominic wrapped his arm around Marcella’s shoulders. “He said he wanted to take over the responsibility of the fortress while I took you out for a romantic evening. Just the two of us.”

  The men both smiled at her. Had she imagined the tension, before? “Wow. I’m a little shocked.” She took in Samael’s beautiful face. The day’s growth on his cheeks shadowed his features, but to her they intensified the hidden effect. She couldn’t wait to feel the roughness rubbing between her thighs. And it would come. Soon. “You amaze me, Samael.” She stepped up to him and braced herself for the pleasure she knew would follow his touch.

  As her hand cupped his cheek, she stared into his eyes. “Thank you. I could really use a night out. It was so kind of you to think of me like that.” She glanced at her mate. “And to come around to liking Dom. He’s great, isn’t he?”

  The thickness of the growth on his face rubbed against her hand as he nuzzled his face into her palm. “Oh yes. Dom is something else.” She noticed his eyes never left her demon mate. Wetness began to take over and Marcella stepped back against the need to ravish the man in front of her. God, the ecstasy he could bring her just from his touch was amazing. She couldn’t wait until he became hers fully. And he would, eventually. She wouldn’t stop until he let down his guard and submitted to her. He’d always said he wouldn’t share her, but Marcella wasn’t so sure of that.

  Pain twisted through Marcella’s stomach. She took a deep breath and stepped back. Out of all the creatures Marcella held inside, only one proved to be a constant problem. Her succubus. With how powerful she’d become, the damn thing appeared at least once a week. Sometimes two. She looked at Samael and recalled something he’d told her a few weeks back. “Samael, can I speak to you privately for a moment?”

  Dom’s eyes flashed up to Samael’s and she watched the dark angel step forward. Something was definitely going on between those two and she wasn’t sure what it was. But she’d find out eventually. She always did. There was no point in pushing the issue now. She had problems of her own.

  “Absolutely, my queen. Why don’t we go into my chambers and talk.”

  She turned to her demon mate. “I’ll be in shortly. Why don’t you go wake up Jason, Donavon, and Ambrose and tell them to go ahead and get ready for the day. You all eat without me. This might take a while. After I return we’ll go over the plans for each of our missions.”

  “You’re leaving?” Dom looked concerned as he stepped forward.

  “Just for a little bit,” Marcella reassured him. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

  Understanding settled over Dominic’s face. “One of your creatures?”

  She nodded. “I’ll be back after a bit.” She kissed his lips and a moan came from her mouth as he pulled her into his hard body. The tightening of his hands on her ass made the cobweb feeling of her change circle around her ankles. Her succubus was really fighting her hard.

  “I’ll see you later.” Dominic let her down and she reached out to Samael’s hand, practically pulling him in the direction of his quarters.

  Pleasure exploded through her at their contact. They broke through the door and Marcella let go and tightened her arms around her stomach. “You said you knew of someone who could make my cravings diminish by weeks.”

  Samael shifted uncomfortably. “Your succubus cravings?”

  “Uh, yeah.” Marcella groaned as the pain got worse. “We have to be quick. Where do we find this guy? I need to meet him to see if I approve or not. I told you from the beginning, I wasn’t just going to sleep with anyone.”

  Long fingers weaved through Samael’s shoulder length hair. “Marcy, I…” He grew quiet and looked around. She shook her head, confused.

  “Were you telling me the truth or not? Is there someone who can sate my succubus like you said?” She walked to the edge of his bed and continued to hold her stomach. The pain was getting worse by the minute. The cobwebs were to her knees and she was having a hard time stopping them from rising. Soon her succubus would take over completely, and who did that leave her with? She looked at Samael and smiled. “You better hurry up. She’s almost here and I don’t see my men around to take care of her, do you?”

  His eyes jerked to hers. “He’s a very powerful man and doesn’t really want to be known. This situation is a lot more complex than you think.”

  Marcella felt her head jerk back in surprise. “You’re telling me I can’t see him as he has sex with me? I can’t even meet him?”

  “I’ve mentioned your condition to him. He thinks it’s for the best. At least for now. He’s risking a lot giving himself to you. You know that, right?”

  A small cry came from Marcella’s mouth as she nodded. Samael was right. Anyone connected to her would have to face the consequences to the big man, himself. “I understand. It’s treason to be associated with me. I can see why he wouldn’t want me to know who he is.” She let her gown drop to the floor, and she climbed onto Samael’s bed. “Would you do the honors of tying me up and blindfolding me? Just…” Marcella paused. She was scared and knew she was beginning to ramble. “Will you stay? It would make me comfortable to know that you’re watching over me.”

  Samael’s face was full of so much emotion that she wasn’t sure what he was thinking. From the looks of it she was guessing that it wasn’t good. He appeared more ready to run than anything else.

  * * * *

  Air was hard to take in. Samael looked at Marcella’s curvy body and knew there was no more putting off their union. Through all the centuries, he’d dreamed of this moment. He’d said from the beginning that he wasn’t able to share her with her other men, but right now he could care less about them. They weren’t here, only she was.

  Thickness pushed against Samael’s throat as he looked down at the suit he wore. The jacket fell to the floor and he took a step to the bed. “Marcella, I lied to you.”

  She sat up, her face filling with worry. “There’s n
o man?” She looked away from him. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

  Silently, his pants dropped to the floor. Samael ripped open his shirt and tossed it to the ground. “No, there’s a man, but it’s not who you think it is.” She looked at him and stiffened.

  “It’s you…” She rose to her knees. Dark curls fell over her shoulder as she dropped to all fours and began crawling toward him on the bed. He could feel the energy of her creature explode through the room.

  “Yes. I wasn’t sure I wanted you to know it was me at first, but what the hell. No more lying. I’m tired of not facing the truth. I want you, Marcella.”

  The sapphire blue eyes of her succubus stared up at him. The personality might not be Marcella’s entirely, but she was still there inside, and if she didn’t want this as much as him, she could have easily walked away to find her other men.

  “Not as much as I want you.”

  He laughed and placed his hand on her shoulder, easing her to lie back on the bed. Upon his touch, the pleasure that washed over both of them was immediate. “I have no doubt. You’ve been very forward about your intentions toward me.” He covered her body with his and moaned at the feeling of her skin. God, help him. How in the world was it going to be possible to last past the foreplay, much less their joining?

  He closed his eyes and took in her scent. He hadn’t lied to Dominic. Marcella had been created for him. Everything about her was molded from the person he was. Nothing experienced between them could ever be outdone. It didn’t mean he was right for her. As sad as that was, he knew that on a sexual level they would excel to new heights. Outside of that, it’d be just like it already was. They’d butt heads at every turn. His father got a few things right, but that was about it. The sex? Her as a person? Yes, perfect. But matching their personalities, not even close.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. The wetness of Marcella’s pussy slid against the underside of his cock. He looked down at his thick length lying across her stomach. Now that he had her at his mercy, he wanted to experience everything possible with her. There was no going back now.

  Samael’s lips connected with hers hard. He wrapped his hand behind her neck and angled her just right. The flavor of her mouth intoxicated him. He drank her in like there was no tomorrow. The softness of her tongue slid against his and he held on to her tighter, as if she was his lifeline. And apparently she was. For hundreds of years he’d waited for this. Waited for her. The repercussions didn’t matter. He didn’t plan on the outcome turning out like the past. If Marcella was taken from him again, he’d go with her. Nothing would stop them from ultimately ending up together. He was done with letting life fuck him over. He was stepping in and taking the reins, and there wasn’t anyone who was going to stop him. No one.

  “Samael.” At her moan he lowered himself down to her breasts. He took in her pink nipples. Damn, she was beyond gorgeous. He sucked the tight nub into his mouth and her cry echoed off the walls.

  Fingers gripped his hair tightly as she pulled him deeper into the soft flesh. “Marcella, look at me.” Heavy lids lifted as she took him in. “Take as much energy as you can now. I want to see what we’re working with.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t until you come.”

  “Have you ever tried?” He moved his mouth down her stomach until he was even with her pussy.

  “No.” The word barely had any sound to it. He slid his tongue over her slit and was surprised when she went into spasms. He pushed inside of her entrance and closed his eyes against the heaven he tasted. Damn, she was so sweet.

  A wave of pressure hit Samael hard, and he could feel a small part of his energy leave him. Marcella breathed heavily. “I didn’t drain you.” Her eyes grew wide. “How are you not passed out right now?”

  Samael smiled and eased a finger into her tightness. “I’m more powerful than you think.” He slid in another and watched as she arched beautifully to take him. He moved them slowly, feeling the abundance of wetness coat down the length of his fingers.

  “More powerful than all four of my men in one?” She moved her hips to take him in faster. The top part of her body rose and she continued to rotate her pussy against his knuckles. Samael was entranced by her seductiveness. She grabbed his wrist hard and she removed his hand. He flew forward at her jerk. At the same time another blast of energy was taken from him. He smiled as she did it two more times.

  “You can’t drain me, Marcella. It’s impossible.”

  Their faces were but inches apart. Samael watched the blue of her eyes fade out until the golden color of her collector surfaced. She didn’t even need his cum with as much energy as she was taking. “Unbelievable,” she whispered.

  Samael started to rise, assuming she was finished with him. “I’m glad I could help.”

  Her grip tightened. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere. We’re not done. Not even close.” Marcella pushed him against the bed and stood on her knees looking down at him.

  * * * *

  So many visions kept flashing through Marcella’s mind that she was having a hard time focusing on the man in front of her. It was like a million memories were jumbled into one book and someone was flipping the pages so fast that she was having a hard time concentrating on just one.

  Samael kept trying to rise, and she vaguely could recall pushing him back down.

  “You’re seeing something. Tell me.”

  Her eyes focused on his face and she reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. The memories exploded again and she felt herself go as still as a statue. Dark colors projected all around and became clear, as a room came into focus. Black lined the walls and candles were everywhere.

  “Welcome, my dear.”

  Marcella took a deep breath and looked up at a man hovering above her. He stood next to the bed she was in, and she immediately knew he had great power. The sense of ownership was evident. The urge to answer him brought her mouth open. She went over his words.

  “Thank you for the warm welcome.”

  He smiled big and she felt confused. Where was she? Who was she? The answers came instantly. It was like he was reading her thoughts. She heard him say her name and location in her head.

  “Rise, lovely. I have someone I want you to meet. He’s to be yours. Always. Do you understand?”

  “Of course.” Marcella stood, and she watched as a black silk gown fell to her ankles. Her creator held out his hand and she took it. They began to walk through a large palace and she took in the grandeur. Even though the man beside her was being pleasant, she knew he wasn’t good. The fear that swam around in her chest told her not to disobey or else the life she was given would be history.

  “My son’s birthday is today, and I think you’re the perfect gift.” He turned her to face him. Marcella stared deeply into blue eyes while he brushed back her hair. “You’re going to be the perfect wife, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.” Somehow she knew everything this man wanted her to do. She knew what he meant by the term wife.

  “And you’re going to collect souls and bring them to me, too, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.” Images poured into her mind and she understood.

  “Excellent. Now come, my child. Samael is waiting for his gift.”

  A gasp came from Marcella’s mouth as her dark angel reappeared before her. The memories vanished and she almost couldn’t believe what she had seen. Slowly, she lowered her hand. Information poured into her mind, and even though she didn’t see half the stuff she now knew, she couldn’t deny that it was the truth.

  “Talk to me, Marcella.” Samael sat up against her hand and she wasn’t sure whether to slap him or worse.

  She looked at their nude bodies, knowing this was the first time they’d ever gotten close to making love. He’d never touched her sexually. Never wanted to. He’d encouraged her to find men. He just never really thought she would. But she had…God, she had. “Samael?” Tears threatened, but she held them in. There was no way he’d see her cry over this
.

  “Please.” He pulled her to straddle him, burying his face in her neck. “Please, forgive me. I don’t know what you saw, but you have to know that whatever it is that makes you look at me so full of hate, I’m sorry.”

  She lifted his face and made him look at her. “Why wasn’t I ever good enough for you? I was your wife!”

  A look of horror took over his features. “Then you know everything?”

  “You’re the Devil’s son. He made me for you.” She reached up and gripped his hair in her fists. “You hated me,” she said shakily. “I worshipped the ground you walked on and you treated me like shit. You pushed me into the arms of my men. You wanted it to happen, as long as it wasn’t you.”

  Samael tried to pull her chest closer to his, but she held him back.

  “Then when I did finally take Jason and made him mine, you changed. You actually came to me and gave me your time. But you still wouldn’t give me your heart.” She pulled his head back, wanting to hurt him as much as she hurt inside. “Why come to me now? Why love me now?”

  The room spun as Samael put himself on top of her. “I was young and stupid. God, you have to understand. My father was pushing you on me, and I always went against what he wanted. But over time, I fell in love with you. Even then I was too stubborn to give in. I only ever want to see you happy, and your men gave you what I couldn’t. But then Jason was stupid enough to get you pregnant.” Samael growled. “I hated him for that.”

  His blue eyes turned to black as he stared down at Marcella. “Hated him,” he repeated. “Don’t you see? If he hadn’t put a child in your belly, then my father could have looked the other way for at least a bit longer. He knew we weren’t intimate, and he’d heard rumors of your men. You betrayed your vows in his eyes. It didn’t matter how many times I told him I encouraged it. He couldn’t look weak in everyone’s eyes. You were becoming way too powerful. You defied him at every turn, taunting him. My father did what he felt was right. It didn’t matter to him that you were with a child, or that by then I loved you. He killed you both, and I was the one left to deal with the consequences of my actions.”

 

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