The flatness of her stomach was gone. As she stood from the bed, the white night grown molded to her now-rounded belly. Well, it wasn’t technically that round yet, but she had the tiniest bump going on, and she loved it. Although she wasn’t showing much in the front, her ass and hips had definitely taken on a little weight. The tea from the High Priestess had worked a miracle. She hadn’t been sick since she’d begun drinking it. And she did that religiously in the morning before she dared to eat.
“That’s it. I’m done. If I stay in here one more minute, I’m going to scream.” As she walked to the balcony she couldn’t help but feel how weak her legs were. They seemed to weigh a good twenty pounds each. The muscle had definitely melted away in her weeks of staying in bed. She had gotten up to go to the restroom or stretch her legs, but she’d yet to leave the room. As she walked onto the balcony she moaned at the feel of the sun against her skin.
Closing her eyes, Marcella let her head fall back. “Hello, sun. I’ve missed you so.” She opened her lids and squinted at the sensitivity.
“If you’re going to be out here, will you at least sit in one of the chairs?” Donavon scooted it closer to her and she groaned.
“I will not. Now, shoo. Give me some space.” She knew she was being mean, but he’d been extremely bad with his hovering in the last few days. Actually, all of her men had been. They were constantly catering to her, and she craved independence. She was done with them trying to feed her and make her eat more. Hell, she couldn’t even take a shower without one or two of them wanting to help her wash her body. And not even in a good way. She’d already tried to tempt them. They wouldn’t budge, sexually.
Footsteps sounded behind her and Donavon appeared with an umbrella. Marcella’s jaw almost dropped. “You have got to be kidding me. Donavon, gosh darnit, get back inside and let me be. If you come out here one more time I’m going to shield you inside.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, hurt.
She sighed. “Then please let me breathe. I want to be alone. I’m begging you.”
“Fine, but if Samael gets pissed, you’re dealing with him. Not me.”
“Okay. Now, scoot.”
Donavon disappeared and Marcella walked to the edge of the balcony. The wind whipped through her hair, and she noticed that it had cooled off a lot since the last time she’d been out here. Noises erupted in the room and she rolled her eyes as she saw Jason and Samael stomping toward her.
“What—” Jason and Samael stopped talking as they looked at each other. They both had said the word at the same time. Marcella raised one of her eyebrows at them, trying not to laugh. They stepped toward the door in unison and Samael growled. His arm shot out and he pushed Jason out of the way.
“What are you doing out of bed?” Sweat covered his body, and he was breathing hard from training. His long hair was completely drenched. She reached out and moved a thin section stuck to his cheek.
“It’s been three months. Actually, three months and two days. I’m fine, now. I’ve been for a while. It’s time I start living my life again.” She paused at his narrowed eyes. “A very calm and stress-free life. No strenuous activities. I won’t walk the stairs. I’ll materialize in the great hall. I’ll take it very easy. But God, I have to get out of that fucking bed before I go insane! You do understand me, Samael? I’m done.”
Her anger flared and she watched him step back. “You’re getting upset.”
“And it’ll get worse if you send me back to that bed. Am I making myself clear?”
Dominic walked outside. “I think she’s okay now. She’s been a good sport these last few weeks, and look at her, she’s glowing. Albeit, a bit pale under that glow, but she’s healthy. Your baby grows strong. Give her a break, Samael. The High Priestess said it was best if she had bed rest. Not that it was necessarily mandatory.”
She lifted her chin. Samael groaned and plopped in the chair. His hands reached up and grabbed Marcella’s hips, pulling her to sit in his lap. “Fine. But no heavy lifting. And no getting upset over anything.”
“Does that mean we can have sex again?”
Samael’s mouth opened and then shut. She could feel him growing hard underneath her. Slowly, she wiggled her hips. “You know you want me.” She smiled and looked back at him.
“You can have me. Right now.” Jason burst from the room. “I’m ready.” He pulled off his shirt and threw it into the room. It crashed into Ambrose’s face by accident.
“What the hell, Jason.” He pushed her other half out of the way as he made his way to the table. Ambrose made a glass of wine appear and began to sip on it.
Laughter filled the balcony and she went over the last time she’d been with Jason. It had been a long time. “Are you going to be easy?” She stood and walked toward him. He nodded, eagerly. “And you’re going to take your time on me?” The excitement on his face faded as he looked at her seriously.
“Yes. We’ll make love. No spanking, or pulling hair. I mean, I want to, but not yet. I understand that.”
How could she have forgotten how dark he was in the bedroom? He’d gotten really dominant since Ambrose had unlocked his mind and fixed his dragon. She could feel herself get wet thinking about the hot times they’d had in the past.
“Wait a minute,” Samael said, leaning forward. “You like to be spanked?”
A laugh came from Jason’s mouth. “She loves it. You have to try it. Well, not right now. But later. You just—” He lifted his hand and reached up with his other as if he had her hair in his fist when Marcella cut him off.
“Jason!”
“What?” He looked at her, confused. “I was just showing him how you like it.”
“I think he gets it.” She could feel her cheeks burning. A laugh came from Donavon, and he quickly turned to look out toward the city before she could see him. She took in Samael. At the heat coming from his face, Marcella nearly crawled into his lap so she could straddle him and begin kissing his mouth.
“Well, I’m heading down to get some grub,” Dominic said, standing. “Ambrose, Donavon, you with me?”
“Yep,” Ambrose said, standing.
Donavon materialized a shirt and covered himself. “I’m starving.”
Marcella held out her hand to Donavon. “You stay.” Her hormones were in overdrive, and she’d never wanted to be ravaged more than in that moment. Samael stood and looked all predator. He stalked toward her and Marcella inched back, right into Jason.
“Both of you take her to bed,” Samael said to them. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Jason scooped her into his arms and Samael disappeared as he headed for his room. Her clothes vanished and it wasn’t her doing. Jason had stripped her with his eyes. “I’ve wanted to fuck your pussy for so long now.” His mouth lowered to her swollen breasts and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Marcella cried out at the sensitivity. She pulled him in deeper, wanting to feel more.
Donavon walked up behind her and she pressed into his nude body. Gently, he gathered her hair in his fist and angled her head to the side, exposing her neck. A moan came from her mouth as he began kissing down her throat. At Jason’s teeth grazing her nipple, Marcella’s fingers tightened in his hair.
“You like that, huh?” Both men led her to the bed. Jason’s hand separated her legs and she moved against his fingers as he traced them down the length of her slit. “You’re so wet.” He gave her clit a soft slap. Marcella jumped at the unexpected pleasure. Her arms reached out and gripped his shoulders.
Movement had her watching Donavon walking to the other side of the bed. He climbed on and began kissing her just as a new slap to her clit connected. She sucked his lip into her mouth, wanting more of everything her men had to offer.
“God, you always know how to make me beg for you, Jason.”
“Oh, we’re only beginning, babe.” His fingers made circles over her folds, directly over the sensitive bud he’d just been slapping. “Now that I have you, I’m going to take my time.
” Tingling covered her skin as his fingers continued to work magic.
Samael walked in through the door of the balcony, and she looked over at him as he climbed onto the bed. Seeing the silk ties in his hands she moaned.
“If I had known you liked the dark side, I wouldn’t have held back with you,” Samael said, grabbing her hand. Gently, he wrapped it around her wrist and secured it to the headboard. He handed Donavon the other tie and he repeated the action.
Jason continued to massage into her pussy, and she couldn’t help but move against him. Already, she was so close to coming. She couldn’t believe it had been three months since she’d had an orgasm. Since turning into a collector, that was an all-time record.
“Jason, quit messing around and make me come.” She moved her hips faster, feeling herself on the brink. Samael pulled at her nipple and pinched it between his fingers. It was the perfect pressure. Their sexual connection shot ecstasy right to her core, but her orgasm didn’t follow.
Samael lowered. “We won’t make you wait too long, but you will wait.” He grabbed her leg and widened her thighs, gesturing for Donavon to do the same with the other leg. His hand joined Jason’s and while her other half rubbed against her clit, Samael slid a fingertip inside of her. It wasn’t nearly enough. As Marcella watched them torture her sweetly, she couldn’t wait to experience more.
* * * *
While Samael pushed his finger deeper inside Marcella, Jason watched him curiously. His touch obviously affected her. Just like the first time Ambrose had bitten her with his amazing bite as a vampire, Jason wanted to learn to duplicate the actions of pleasure they could bring.
As he massaged his fingers against her pussy, he slid his touch down low enough for Samael’s finger to brush against him. A cry came from his mouth at the amount of sensations that had exploded through him. They all raced right to the head of his cock. He looked over to Donavon in shock, but turned back to Samael. If Marcella was constantly feeling that, how was she not screaming from multiple orgasms yet?
“You like that?” Samael lifted his other hand and grabbed his wrist. Jason’s cock oozed pre-cum. His breathing increased tenfold as he fought against the feeling. He would not come without even being touched. He wanted to. But he wanted to be inside Marcella more.
“What an amazing gift.” He swallowed hard. “Why isn’t she having an orgasm?”
A smile came to Samael’s face. “Because I control her release. I can hold her on the edge for as long as I want. Just like I have you right now.”
“You mean there’s more?”
The feeling spiked and a desperate sound filled the room. It took a minute for Jason to realize it had been him. “That shit’s amazing. Multiple orgasms, too?”
“As many as I want someone to have.”
“How about me,” Marcella screamed. She was thrusting her hips down against his finger, and Samael must have only realized it. “Oh fuck,” she moaned as Donavon sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her body spasmed and Jason started rubbing her clit again. The speed at which he did it was slow, so he increased the pace and she began pushing down against him. “Oh yes. That’s so much better.” The breathlessness of her voice had them slowing down.
Samael moved his finger and sucked her juices off of him. “Damn strong. I’ve been dying to see how much your strength has increased.”
“Increased?” Jason tilted his head. “I didn’t know her actual flavor was getting strong, along with her body.” Samael nodded and he rolled his eyes. “Well, move so I can see for myself.” Jason crawled around and came to rest between her thighs. The moment his tongue licked over her slit, he could feel the pull to his collector. Fire burned through his eyes and he knew an illumination was there.
Marcella’s pussy had suddenly turned into the most heavenly thing he’d ever tasted. Her power called to his being, tempting him to sample more. Not only was she stronger than he could have ever imagined, but she was feeding his strength, too.
“This could be dangerous.” Jason looked at Samael. “I’m serious. No one should be able to expel that much power. It’s like a drug.”
“It’s only the beginning.” The message in Samael’s eyes was clear. Marcella was becoming every bit of the queen she had been before her death.
“Don’t stop.” she moaned. While Donavon licked on her nipple, he rolled the other one between his fingers.
Jason’s tongue separated her folds and he sucked her into his mouth. At her moan he reached down and began to stroke his cock. Pre-cum coated his fingers and he rubbed it around his thickness. At the jerk of sensitivity, Jason closed his eyes. Although Marcella’s flavor was addicting, he couldn’t stop himself from basking in her essence. He knew from the first sample he’d forever be lost, and he gave himself into it freely.
* * * *
Donavon kept taking glances toward Jason licking Marcella’s pussy. Fuck, he was so turned on. It’d been forever since he’d got to pleasure his queen. And the fact that she’d asked him to stay made him extremely happy. He’d missed everything about her. From her smell, to her taste.
He ran his tongue over the swell of her breast and made his way back to the hard nub. She moaned loudly as he pulled her nipple, gently between his teeth.
“You like that?”
Marcella looked over at him and bit her lip. The look alone haunted his dreams. “Yes.”
Donavon lifted and brushed his lips against hers, gently. “Then I’ll continue to do it for as long as you wish.” A cry came from her mouth while she pulled at the restraints.
“I need more. Fuck, I want to touch you. Wrap my arms around you. Wrap my fingers through your hair. Untie me, Donavon. Let me suck your cock.”
Samael shook his head. “Not yet, Marcella. You can suck his cock, but you’ll not use your hands.”
A groan came from her mouth and she pulled, again. “Donavon, please. Just come up here. I have to taste you.”
His clothes were gone the moment she said she’d wanted him. The bed shifted as he moved up to become level with her head. Just seeing her mouth part, so ready for him, caused throbbing to race down his thick length. Donavon lowered and rubbed the head of his cock over her lips. The pre-cum glistened under the light.
“Oh my…god.” Her tongue licked over the wetness. “You taste so good. I want you all the way to the back of my throat.”
If she kept talking like that it was going to kill him. He looked over at Samael, who pulled at Marcella’s nipple. Their queen obviously was loving what they were all doing. The flush that was taking over her skin was beautiful.
“All right, now we can untie you. You’re going to suck mine and Donavon’s cocks, and I want you to put everything you got into it. It better be good, too, or else I’ll punish you by holding your orgasm at bay.” He nodded to Donavon, and they set her free. Marcella grabbed at both of their lengths greedily. Just feeling her touch against him had Donavon clenching his jaw. The tightness only got worse when she began taking turns licking the pre-cum from their tips. As she gripped tighter at the base of his thickness, he knew he was lost. And he was perfectly sure he was okay with that.
* * * *
The aching in Samael’s core was agony. Jason had been at Marcella’s pussy now for almost thirty minutes. It was driving him crazy seeing her move her hips so erotically against his face. As the collector rose and positioned himself between Marcella’s thighs, he sighed in relief.
The tip of her tongue traced around the head of Samael’s cock and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. It’d been months since he’d come. The buildup was so intense he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last another minute.
Suction pulled him deep inside of her mouth. He reached forward, rolling her tight nipple between his fingers. A moan vibrated down his length and he clenched his jaw.
“Holy shit. You’re so tight.” Jason pressed his lips together while he inched inside of her. Samael watched the stress on his face. At least he and Donavon weren’t the
only ones having a hard time containing themselves. Jason looked ready to explode.
Sweat collected at his brow, and Samael was in the same boat as the other collector. It was one thing to have Marcella stroking his cock and sucking on him and Donavon at the same time, but to have that, plus seeing her enjoy Jason thrusting into her pussy was entirely something else.
Marcella reached up and grabbed onto Samael’s forearm. “Faster, Jason. I’m so close.” She turned toward Donavon and began taking him deep into her mouth, while still stroking Samael. There was no relief to ease his build-up. Her grip was the perfect pressure.
Jason picked up the pace and Marcella’s breasts began to rock at the movement. A groan came from Samael’s throat as she came back to him. He let his head fall back so he could savor the sensations. Dominic was definitely a lot like him. The torture of drawing out the need to come was one of Samael’s favorite parts. Marcella’s tongue trailed down the underside of his cock and he watched her make her way to his tight sac. At the first contact of warmth he jerked forward and threw his hands on Donavon and Jason’s shoulder.
A cry came from their mouths, and Jason pushed into her faster and harder. Marcella screamed against him at her orgasm. She sucked his sac into her mouth and continued making sounds against him.
Samael looked into Jason’s eyes. Sweat was dripping down from his nose as he fought the pleasure he was experiencing from Marcella and Samael’s touch. “You’re going to come, Jason. And you’re going to do it right now.” He turned to Donavon. “I hope you’re ready.”
“Shit!” Jason pulled himself forward and rested his head against Samael’s shoulder. As they all came, Samael had never felt closer to Marcella’s other half. He thought all the hate he’d harbored for the collector over their past had been gone a long time ago. But only then, as they rested against each other, did he know that it was completely gone. Jason had never been a threat. Samael had been his own worst enemy, and the evil he’d carried inside of himself only fed the negativity concerning the collector. It’d been a blessing that Marcella had turned him. Only now could he truly see the errors he’d made throughout his life. He was done with evil. He might have to play a role as demon master, but he’d never go back to the dark ways. Ever.
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