Deadly Desires

by Jennifer Salaiz

  A round of coughing exploded from Ambrose. He jerked to a sitting position and began sucking in air. Marcella burst through the circle, knowing the ritual was over.

  “You!” She threw herself into Ambrose’s arms before he could even really come to. Her mouth attacked his and he began laughing as she straddled his waist. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again. I thought you were a goner. I was ready to take on heaven and hell both to make them give you back to me.”

  “Aww, my sweet queen. You would really do that for me?” Ambrose held her to him tightly. The ink jetted across his skin so fast that the small intricate lines were zigzagging everywhere. The design was beginning to look completely different than everyone else’s. It reminded Dominic of the Celtic tattoos that he’d once seen on an angel he’d been battling with over territory.

  “Oh my…” Marcella ran her fingers over the tight-knit lines. “Ambrose, how beautiful.”

  Dominic watched as Ambrose lifted Marcella and stood. There was no image on his chest. The whole top half of his body and arms was weaved with delicate lines and small symbols, but no defining creature.

  “Well, this is different.” Samael walked in a circle around him. “Interesting.” He smiled and bit his bottom lip. “You’re dying to test your powers, Ambrose. Want to give it a go?”

  The former vampire bowed. “You know I do.”

  The ground began to vibrate violently while Samael’s eyes glazed over to black. A ball of fire began to rotate in his hand and the air picked up around the dark angel. Marcy rushed forward and fell sideways against the shaking. “Not in my fortress, goddammit! You’re going to bring the damn walls down. Plus, now’s not the time.”

  A frown came to Samael’s face and Dominic laughed. “Holy hell, that was a bit scary. I’ve never gotten to witness any of his power before.”

  The black receded from his vision as Samael came toward them. “Just the smallest fraction of what I’m capable of, my new collector.” Dominic smiled at him, and he knew Samael was telling the truth. The Devil’s son was one of the most powerful men alive, period. What was going to happen when the collector’s blood mixed with his? Dominic was almost afraid to find out.

  Chapter 7

  Marcella closed her eyes as Dom and Ambrose sandwiched her body. Warmth permitted from Ambrose’s skin, and for the first time, she actually rested against him comfortably. Before, he’d been so cold. The difference was like night and day.

  Dominic’s hand began to trace up her side and Marcella moaned. She pushed herself against him and froze. As the need that filled her, she flew to a sitting position. “We can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to.” She paused. “We just can’t for a while longer.”

  “Oh, yeah.” Dominic groaned. “I keep forgetting your body is actually working now.”

  Marcella smiled. “But there is something I could do.” She licked her lips, and Dom looked over to Ambrose.

  “To both of us?” Ambrose asked, smiling.

  “Yes.” Marcella got on all fours while she watched her men get to a sitting position. At the knock on the balcony door, all three looked at each other, confused. “Come in,” she called.

  Samael walked in and nearly tripped over his feet. “The tension in the room is suffocating. I think I’ll come back later.”

  “No, wait!” Marcella waved him over and she could tell he was reluctant. The black T-shirt and jeans he wore were so out of character that she was enthralled with him.

  “What is it, my queen?”

  “Stay.” She reached for his hand and stopped herself. The last thing she needed was a restless night at the pleasure his touch brought her.

  “Uh, no, I don’t think so.” He began to step backward. “I thought you weren’t ready yet, anyway. Are you having a change of heart?”

  She tried not to smile, and she saw the hurt in his features. He wanted this child as much as she did, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself.

  “I’m not ready. But there are other ways to please my men that don’t require actual intercourse, Samael. You know that.”

  “I see.” Samael still inched back. “Well, I don’t think you need my help with that. I’ll just go.”

  Marcella laughed. “It’s not like you think. You don’t have to please them. I will. But I’d like you to keep your hands on their shoulders as I do.”

  “You want to use my gift to get your men off?” A stunned laugh came from his mouth. “Seriously?”

  “Dead serious.” She pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Samael’s eyes went right to her tight nipples. “You could join us if you want. I’d love to taste you, too.”

  The internal battle that Samael must have been going through was one that went far beyond Marcella’s grasp. Minutes went by while he would start to walk forward, but stop.

  “What the hell.” Samael stripped off his shirt and Marcella rolled her eyes. She instantly vanished his clothes. “Hey.” He looked at her a bit uncomfortably but it quickly passed as he crawled onto the bed.

  “Is he really that good?” Dominic glanced up at Samael.

  Marcella nodded. “Just wait, lover. You’re going to fight not to come on the spot.” She motioned with her hand. “Samael, get in the middle. It’ll be easier that way. And all of you get on your knees.”

  As he positioned himself, Marcella lowered to all fours, again. Their hard cocks called to her. The tip of her tongue traced over Ambrose’s tip and he made a small sound. Marcella licked around him again and he convulsed against her. Confused, she looked up to see Samael’s hand on her new collector’s shoulder. Her dark angel sat there with a huge smile on his face.

  “Holy shit,” Ambrose moaned, and she could see the sweat already collecting on his face. “That puts my old bite to shame. God, I think I could come with you just touching me.”

  Marcella took his cock into her mouth and Ambrose cried out. Slowly, she began to stoke down his length at the same time.

  “Shit, go to Dom. Let him feel this. If you don’t stop I’m done for.” Ambrose tried to shrug out of Samael’s grip, but Marcella shook her head and her dark angel held on.

  “You are going to come. Right in my mouth. You know you want to, Ambrose.” Her hand moved in a faster rhythm, and Ambrose’s fingers slid through her hair.

  “Oh God, fuck.” Marcella tried to hold in her laugh. Hadn’t she repeated the same phrase when she’d been with Samael? His touch was mind-blowing.

  Pre-cum slid over her tongue and she swallowed it down, savoring his flavor. Deeper and deeper she slid him into her mouth until she could feel him at the back of her throat.

  “Damn, he’s lasted a lot longer than I thought he would.” Samael turned to Dom. “You’re up next, buddy. You ready?”

  “Oh, hell yes.” Dominic didn’t even look phased. “The torture is the best part for me.”

  “Of course it is. Mine, too. I think it’s in our nature.” Samael reached up and squeezed Dominic’s shoulder hard, making him bow. A loud sound came out of Dom’s mouth, and Marcella knew he was probably experiencing the best pleasure he’d ever felt. Ambrose’s grip tightened and she felt him swell.

  “Shit. Okay,” he moaned. Cum shot into her mouth, filling her full of warm goodness. He jerked while she took in more of him. By the sound of his heavy breathing, she knew it was hitting him hard. His body sagged and she let him fall to the bed.

  “He’s going to have the best night of sleep in his life.” Samael laughed. He pulled Dominic up and Marcella moved to him. The weight of his cock was heavy in her hand. Pre-cum already beaded the head of his dick. She swept her tongue in a circle and collected it into her mouth.

  “Samael, you’re my new best friend,” Dominic groaned.

  “Well I hope so,” he whispered. “We’re going to be spending a lot of time together very soon, and I’m sure Marcella would want nothing more than the two of us at the same time. Kissing her. Touching her. Fucking her.”

  Their eyes met and
she reached for Samael’s cock. “You knew it was coming, didn’t you?” She traced the underside of his cock with her tongue and a grunt came from his mouth.

  “Yes. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but here I am.”

  As she began to stoke both of them, she took turns taking them into her mouth. It wasn’t long before they were both growing heavy in her hands. Samael reached out, directly in front of him, and placed his other hand on Dom’s unoccupied shoulder. Their foreheads touched and a cry came from Dominic’s mouth as Samael held onto him. She drank in his cum and he instantly sagged in Samael’s arms.

  “Big babies.” He grinned down at her. “You’re tougher than they are.” Samael pulled Marcella into his arms and crushed her against his chest. “Now, enough of this. Come to my room and sleep with me. Your men won’t even know you’re gone”

  Marcella reached for his cock and began stoking it again. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them they were in Samael’s room. The bed shifted beneath them and she spun him to his back. “I want you to come for me. You’re so close. Fuck my mouth like you would fuck my pussy.”

  A moan came from him at her words. The thickness of his cock reached to her throat, and still she tried to take it in further. It wasn’t long before he was thickening in between her lips. Faster, he surged. Samael pushed himself to his elbows and gripped her hair, tightly. The moment she looked up at him, he groaned and shot his cum deep into her throat.

  “Those eyes,” he moaned. “Always the eyes.”

  Marcella swallowed. “They’re the windows to the soul. That’s what my mother used to say, anyway.”

  “Wise woman.” Samael pulled her up against him and she snuggled in close. The way she fit perfectly had her sighing in bliss. Need pulled at her stomach, but she tried her best to ignore it. Their time would come to be intimate again, and once it was, they were so on.

  * * * *

  The plans displayed before them were so ingrained into Samael’s mind that he was sure he could recite every small town in a five-hundred-mile radius. He groaned and poured another glass of scotch. Marcella’s eyes cut to him, but she continued on.

  “So, like I was saying before Samael interrupted me,” she turned to Donavon. “The pack meets in a compound just west of—”

  “Albuquerque,” Donavon finished for her. “Marcella, we’ve gone over this for weeks. We all know our plans. We’re ready.”

  The men all nodded, and she sighed and sunk into the chair. “I suppose you’re right. I’m just nervous about being separated from all of you.”

  Donavon walked over and kneeled before her, resting his head in her lap. “We’re going to be okay. No need to worry. I’ll be gone a few weeks and by that time, you, Dom, and Samael will be back. Jason and Ambrose will hold down the fortress here, and we’ll all rejoice in reuniting. Then, when it’s their turn, we’ll do the same thing all over again.”

  She nodded and lowered her head to rest on his. “I’m sure you’re right. I’m glad we agreed to wait to change you until we got back. I’d worry about your creatures coming out nonstop. At least I know you have control on what you’ve already been blessed with.”

  Samael leaned forward. “Have you been working on shifting into things besides the wolf like I told you to?”

  Donavon lifted his head. “Yeah. I pretty much have everything covered. You were right, Samael. I would have never guessed that I’m a shifter and not just a wolf. It was a great call.”

  Samael finished off his glass and stood. “Are we finished? I have a meeting I need to get to.”

  “Yes.” Marcella rose with the men.

  The thought of meeting up with all the masters made Samael want to hurt someone. He was over this, already. Every time they all got together, it was nothing but needless bullshit they discussed. “I’ll see you all again soon then.” He gave them a smile and made himself appear in the meeting room he’d been in over a million times. The dark atmosphere made him yawn.

  “Brother,” Zepar said, cheerfully. “We were just talking about you.”

  He was sure they were. “Oh yeah?” He sat down at the end of the table and looked across the long length at his brother. Zepar looked almost just like him, but where Samael had long hair and usually a day’s growth on his face, his brother was clean-shaven and had short hair. The one thing they both shared that couldn’t be hidden was the eyes. The dark-blue sapphire color was deeper than anyone else’s he’d come across.

  An evil expression crossed Zepar’s face and he stood. “Little birdies like to talk, and what they tell me is quite interesting.”

  Samael gave him a bored look. It was always drama with his brother. “And what do they say this time?”

  “Why don’t you tell me? It’s your secret.”

  A long line of men on both sides of the table stared down at him. Samael yawned again. He was not about to let his brother rattle his cage over shit that probably didn’t even warrant a response. “Well, let me see.” Samael leaned forward and rested his arms on the thick table. “I picked up a new hobby.”

  Zepar narrowed his eyes. “Does this hobby consist of being on good terms with angels?”

  Shit. That sure as hell got Samael’s attention. “Angels? Are you kidding me?”

  A pleased expression filled his brother’s smug face. “I hear you’re going to join those cloud pouncers north of the pearly gate.” Zepar burst out laughing. “Can you believe that dumb fuck, Coros, actually told me that? I about died on the spot.”

  “Fuck that guy.” Samael laughed. “Can you imagine, me, a good guy? That’ll be the day.”

  “Yeah. My thoughts exactly.” The room filled with laughter and Samael could feel his heart in his throat. What the fuck had Nemmy done? That angel was so going to get it the next time he saw him.

  Zepar sat down. “Now, down to business.”

  Samael tuned out his brother’s voice and let his mind drift back to his woman. Woman. Hell, he still wasn’t sure how to address her. He wanted to call her his wife. Yeah right. That wasn’t going to happen. Not in this lifetime, anyway. There was no way she was gullible enough to make the same mistake twice.

  The meeting went on and on. Samael didn’t mind so much, as he replayed their lovemaking over in his mind. Her curves were absolutely sinful. His cock throbbed so bad. On top of that, the next time they were together she wanted him to come in her. God, the thought was enough to make him expire on the spot.

  “Samael,” Zepar snapped.

  “What?” Samael looked around at the empty room.

  “You better start talking right this fucking minute or else I’m calling Dad in here. Something is going on with you, and I can’t take anymore of your secrets. You’ve been sitting there in la-la land for the last half hour. You look like some lovesick puppy.”

  Samael groaned. “I am. Heaven help me.”

  “Really?” Zepar stood and walked over to him. “Who is she?”

  Samael pushed back and kicked his feet to the top of the desk. “You ever been to the donkey show down in Mexico?”

  “You sick fuck.” Zepar pushed his feet off the desk and Samael flew forward and started laughing.

  “Stop worrying, brother. I’m fine. I was just thinking about the past. Do you think if things would have worked out differently, Marcianna would have loved me? I mean, if I wouldn’t have pushed her away for so long?”

  Pain washed over Zepar’s face, and Samael knew he had his brother. If Samael exposed the pain his brother knew he had inside, there was no way Zepar would go snooping around looking for an answer that he felt didn’t exist.

  “You’ve never mentioned her since it happened.”

  Samael swallowed hard. “Well, it’s not like it’s easy to talk about. I think I’m starting to accept my reality. I just…miss her.” He looked up to Zepar. “I want my wife back. I want a second chance. And not some creation of her that Dad can make. I want the real thing.”

  The air got cold at Zepar’s sorrow. His brother had
been the only one there for him the years after Marcianna had been killed. He’d been the one to hold Samael back as he tried to kill his father. It was probably the only reason he was still alive.

  “We can’t change the past, Samael. For you though, I really wished things would have been different for the both of you.”

  Samael nodded. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He looked into Zepar’s eyes, trying to read him. “If you were me, and you had a chance to do things over, would you?”

  “Wow.” Zepar looked down and took a deep breath. “I know how much you loved her at the end. You endured more than most men would have.” He looked up. “Yes. If I were you and could change the past then I would have gone into my wedding with open arms and embraced Father’s choice instead of defying him.”

  Samael nodded. “So you’re all for me changing my past if I could?”

  Confusion sparked on his brother’s face. “Yes. What are you up to, Samael?”

  “Nothing. I’ve just been battling myself on that question. I’m glad you agree with my choice. Takes away from the guilt.”

  Zepar slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t feel guilty for wanting a second chance with the woman you loved.”

  “Oh, I don’t anymore. Thanks, Brother.” Samael gave him one last smile and appeared in his room at the fortress. Screaming brought him racing onto the balcony. Marcella was covered in blood. The beating of his heart nearly stopped at seeing her. Flashes of their past nearly blinded him as he pushed himself to get to her faster.

  Marcella spun to face him just as he scooped her into his arms. “What happened?” He ran his hands over her white tank top, pulling it up to check for wounds.

  “Samael!” She pulled back from him. “It’s paint. Jason decided he was going to play a prank on Dom, and I was the one who got it this time.”

  “Oh God.” Samael collapsed on the balcony, pulling Marcella down on top of him. He hugged her tightly, never wanting to let her go. Damn if he couldn’t catch his breath. “I thought…”