Deadly Desires

by Jennifer Salaiz

  “It’s a mind fuck, isn’t it?” Ambrose said, walking forward. “To be lost in your most regretted moment in life. To actually feel like you’re reliving it over and over. I bet you can’t even see us anymore can you? You’re so gone right now.” Ambrose came back to stand next to them and waved his hand.

  Lucifer looked up at them, his eyes going from haunted to so angry that Samael could actually feel fear forming inside him for the first time. They’d done nothing but piss him off. Especially now. Satan stood and charged at Ambrose. His sword swung with all of his might and Ambrose met it head-on. The shield around them rippled, filling the space with groaning noises.

  “Don’t you ever get inside my head again, collector.” Ambrose dropped to the ground and began screaming as Samael’s father crippled him with some internal war within his own self. The sword reared back and Jason deflected the killing blow. Donavon pulled back Ambrose and touched his head. The dark-haired former vampire breathed deeply as he came out from under the spell.

  The sound of metal was loud as Jason and his father went blow for blow. Blood poured from his father’s arm, and Samael knew Jason had been preparing for this moment since he’d remembered who he was.

  “You have gotten better,” his father said.

  “Fuck you. Today you will die for killing my daughter.” Jason brought the blade across the Devil’s chest and pain went over his father’s features. He swung the blade back toward Jason, but with a burst of energy. Jason hit the invisible wall hard and Samael stepped forward.

  “Enough. We end this right now.”

  Lucifer bowed to him. “If that’s what you want. Let me ask you this though before we continue. What color eyes does my grandson have? Does he hold ours, or Marcella’s golden color?”

  “That, you will never know.” Samael charged toward him with his sword and they connected hard. His father increased the speed of the blows and they were going so fast that Samael had to put everything he had into focusing on where his father would try to stick the blade next.

  Stinging raced into his side but Samael pushed the sensation away. He drove his father back until he was against the invisible barrier. Weight crashed into him and Samael’s back hit the pavement of the road, hard. He drove his sword forward, feeling pressure as it pierced through his father’s chest.

  Samael could feel his eyes get big at their locked stare. Their faces were but inches from each other. Blood poured from his father’s mouth, and Lucifer fell to his side. Samael pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the hilt, pulling the blade out.

  The shield around them dropped and the wind began to pick up until dust covered the air. He lowered himself next to his father. Shallow breaths came from his mouth while he fought for air. “From this moment on you will no longer let me, my wife, or my son cross your mind. You are banished from this realm. If I get wind that you so much as think about trying to find a way back, the next time will be a million times worse for you.”

  Light exploded and his father was suddenly gone. The High Priestess’s hands were raised toward the sky. Lightning began hitting the ground all around them. Samael and the men rushed to the porch just as the rain began to fall. The woman tossed a fine powder into the air and finished her chant. When she turned around a big smile rested on her face. “It is done. He will never be able to return again.”

  A shuddering breath left Samael, and so many emotions went through him. His wife and son were safe. They’d actually defeated his father and made it impossible for him to come back. He almost couldn’t believe it.

  The men piled around him, giving hugs to each other and throwing praise here and there. Samael hugged the High Priestess to him and held her gently. “I never got your name.” He looked down into her pale green eyes as she stared up at him.

  “My name is Evangeline Olivia Bannister.”

  “Evangeline Olivia…” Samael nodded. “If I ever have a daughter I wish to name her after you. If, of course, that’s all right with you?”

  “I would like that very much.”

  Samael walked with her inside the house. He immediately headed over to his wife and son. Marcella gripped her arm around his neck tightly, cradling Micah between them. “I knew you all could do it.” She wiped the tears from her eyes and he came to sit next to her.

  “You got off the bed.”

  She looked toward where she’d been before and shrugged. “I didn’t stand. I got carried. You couldn’t have expected me not to watch what was going on. I mean, if I couldn’t be out there I had to at least see.”

  He laughed. “I suppose I should be glad that you stayed in here at all. Forget I ever said anything.” He nuzzled her nose. “What do you say we go home?”

  Golden eyes stared up at him. “I’d like that very much.” She turned to the High Priestess and began giving all the women hugs. Her attention focused on a redheaded woman. “Cora, you come visit me anytime. You have my number.”

  “Thank you. I will.”

  Samael looked at the men and took his wife’s hand. He closed his eyes and when he reopened them, they were sitting on Marcella’s bed. Since she’d been taken, Samael and most of the men had pretty much made it theirs. Eventually they were going to have to figure out how things were going to be arranged, but he was in no hurry.

  A soft cry came from Micah. Samael took him into his arms and stood. Marcella smiled as the men walked over to surround him and his son.

  “Well, now what?” Jason came to stand in front of Samael. His hand trailed softly over the baby’s dark hair.

  Samael looked at Marcella as she held her arms out to Ambrose and Dominic. “Now we spend the rest of our lives living and loving. Things are bound to come along, but as long as we all have each other nothing can stop us from being happy.”

  And it was the truth. Sure, people would rise against them in the future, and it might possibly be in the near future, but today they’d faced the ultimate evil. Nothing could be worse than that. Samael stared into his son’s face and knew that no matter what, Micah would have all the love a child could ever want. Not only from him and Marcella, as his parents, but from the knights that would protect him and his mother with their hearts and lives.

  The High Priestess had been right. Marcella’s death had opened his eyes to what love truly was. Their journey had taken them down a road he wouldn’t have wished upon anyone. But life’s lessons had taught him one thing, and that was that the foundation of happiness came from an openness to love a person for who they were. Not who he wanted them to be. And as Samael took in Marcella and all the men around him, he wouldn’t change a thing about the way their new life had unfolded. From a deadly desire to have her to himself came an open love to join in the ranks. Together, they were Marcella’s men.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I live in a small Texas town along the Gulf of Mexico. Family is everything to me. My mother always encouraged my reading growing up. Looking back, my earliest memories revolve around my grandmother, who was always glued to a book. Her passion for mystery is probably the reason I’m so comfortable around a police scanner. Hers was on twenty-four hours a day.

  When I’m not writing, cooking, or brainstorming new ideas, you’ll see me with a book in my hand. Briefly before I started writing, I was devouring a romance novel every day. For some reason, I couldn’t get enough. I was finally asked the question that ultimately changed my life forever. “Why don’t you try writing a book?”

  At first, I laughed. Write a book? Who, me? Having never written a story in my life, I was intimidated. From the first word of the first story, I was hooked. There was something that ultimately bothered me about it, though. I couldn’t write a love scene to save my life. Not one that would fit inside of a “romance” book, anyway. It was way too graphic.

  After doing research I came across the erotica genre and knew this is where I belonged. Details are important and with my books, the more details durin
g their “coupling,” the better.

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