Corrupt Cravings

by Jennifer Salaiz

  Heat from Donavon’s mouth engulfed Marcella’s hard nipple, and she cried out against the sensitivity. “We have to stop.”

  “You don’t want that. Do you?”

  “Oh, God, no. But it would be best.”

  A finger slid inside her pussy, and she felt her hand grasp his hair. He sucked her nipple harder, and she sobbed against the sensation.

  “I’m taking you to the bed. You’re going to spread your legs open wide for me, and I’m going to lick and suck on your pussy until you come all in my mouth. Then I’m going to bury my tongue inside of you until I take in every last drop of your sweet flavor. And then, after, we’re going to do it again.”

  “Please.” Marcella felt panic take over. She pulled back and rushed out of the restroom. Donavon was behind her and tackling her to the bed as she passed it. They bounced against the mattress, and his wet body slid against hers, settling right between her thighs.

  “Tell me why you can’t. I won’t take you against your will, so don’t fear me. I just want to know the truth.”

  Arching against him, her body screamed for his touch. Her demon was so close to taking over. What would happen if she did? Would he even notice? Fuck, her tattoos would disappear. Yes. He’d notice that. But, what if she insisted on darkness and covers? Could she hide that way? Shit. She wanted to scream in frustration. Then it hit her and she smiled.

  “Tell me, Marcella.”

  “I’ll make you a deal. If you let me suck your cock, I’ll let you eat my pussy until you’ve had your fill. But I get to go first, and I want to get ready before we start.”

  He returned a smile. “Really? You’re going to get dressed up for me, and all I have to do is let you go first?”

  “Yes.” Marcella watched him lift, and she jumped up and grabbed her bag. “I’ll be right back. Just lie down and relax.”

  As soon as she shut the bathroom door, the cobwebs exploded inside of her. She turned into a collector long enough to dress herself in a black and red silk corset with matching panties, and black stockings with stilettos. Her true self was ripped from her within seconds. Dark sapphire eyes looked back through the mirror. Marcella could feel her hands sliding over her silk-covered breasts at how turned on she felt by her demon.

  “You okay in there?”

  A moan was her only response. Slowly opening the door, she turned off the switch behind her. Donavon had the main light off and a candle burning beside the bed.

  “Oh my God. You’re beautiful.”

  Marcella’s didn’t say anything as she swayed her hips and approached the bed. The demon raked her eyes over Donavon’s muscular body like a prize. She wanted him, and bad.

  “You smell different. You”

  “New perfume.”

  If her succubus was something, it wasn’t stupid. She was a seducer and relentless on getting what she wanted.

  “No, I mean your scent.”

  “You’re mistaken.” Marcella kneeled on the mattress and kept her eyes down as the side of her face ran up the coarse hair on his legs. Using her teeth, she nibbled slowly up his calf.

  “I don’t know. Something feels off.”

  “Just relax, my wolf mate, and let me taste you.”

  “Wait.” Donavon started to rise, and Marcella looked up and quickly pushed her hand against his chest, causing him to lie back down.

  “Don’t move.”

  The seduction she felt rolling off of her held him captivated as he stared at her overflowing breasts. “You’re going to enjoy this so much. I’m going to please you better than anyone ever has.”

  Lowering her body, she lifted his cock and caressed his head against the cleavage spilling out over the corset. He groaned. “Your eyes are darker blue.”

  “Contacts. Relax.”

  Marcella moved down, tightening her hand around his thickness. The pre-cum beading the head of his cock urged her to lower. Letting the slickness glide over her tongue, she moaned at his flavor.

  “Fuck. Marcy. I’m sorry, but something is really bothering me. I can’t place it.”

  “Then don’t.”

  She circled her tongue around his tip. There was no way Donavon alone would be able to satisfy her, but it might be enough to sate the succubus for now.

  Hardness twitched in her hand, and she brought her grip up, stroking the length. She could literally feel his heart beating beneath the pads of her fingers, and the pulse drove her to increase her thrusts.

  More pre-cum appeared, and she quickly slid her tongue across it, but she didn’t stop there. Marcella slid him into her mouth, taking his cock as deep as it would go. Fingers buried in her hair as Donavon’s back lifted from the bed.

  “Shit. That feels so fucking good. I can’t think.”

  Humming a useless response, she increased the speed of her hand to meet her mouth in the middle of his length. She was so wet at tasting him. Faster she pumped, feeling the moment his lungs took in more air. It didn’t take him long to get close, but her succubus had made sure of that by her expert moves.

  Using her other hand, Marcella lifted his sac, caressing the skin with her thumb in circular motions. Donavon shifted as he rose and pulled her to straddle over him. He ripped her panties off and plunged his cock deep in her pussy. Marcella screamed as spasms and tightening took over. But he didn’t stop, he continued to thrust into her until she felt herself grasp around him again.

  “Kiss me,” he whispered. “I have to taste you.”

  Donavon pulled her down, and she grinded her hips the same moment she ran her tongue over his lips. Fingers weaved into her hair while he crushed his mouth to hers. Marcella rocked against him until she felt him swell inside of her. Energy bursts hit her hard, and her succubus took what he had to give, greedily. With a loud groan, her mate convulsed beneath her and heat coated her insides.

  She could feel herself draining him. He grew weaker with every second that went by. The moment she felt him slip into unconsciousness, she closed her eyes and jerked the connection for her collector.

  Easing from his lap, she walked back to the shower. Adrenaline made her rush through her washing routine. Damn, he’d been stronger than she thought, but still not strong enough. The temptation to go back to her men for even fifteen minutes left her on edge, but she couldn’t risk her wolf mate waking and finding her gone. Grabbing a towel, Marcella looked in the mirror at the tribal tattoos covering her.

  The angled lines stood out darkly against her pale skin. Where the symbols were left bare by the tone of her flesh, they practically glowed in contrast. Lifting her hand, she ran a finger over the cross that stood over her heart. Ambrose. The vampires. She needed to get back. And the sooner, the better.

  Chapter 8

  Soft noise rattled in what sounded like the bedroom. Cursing, Marcella let the change of her wolf rush through her.

  “Donavon?”

  She tightened the towel around her body while she opened the bathroom door. His sleeping form was lightly snoring on the bed. Confused, she headed toward the living room. The light blue carpet sunk between her toes while she quietly stepped through the entrance. A laugh came from off to the right. The kitchen?

  “You can keep coming. I heard you.”

  Walking into the room, she saw the same man who’d made the comment about Donavon teaching her respect, the one she had flipped off when her mate was bringing her to the house.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Marcella stayed close to the entrance. Uneasiness thrummed through her. There was something about this guy that she wasn’t sure of.

  “I came to drop off the rest of Arizona’s clothes. From the looks of things, I’d say you really wore him out. He’s pretty much dead to the world. I’m impressed.”

  A million things rushed in her head. “He hasn’t been sleeping well at nights. But he’ll be up in no time.”

  “I’m not so sure about that. You see, he didn’t even budge when I put my gun to his head.”

  Takin
g a step back, Marcella could smell her wolf’s fear. “Now why would you do a thing like that? If he would have woken up, he’d have killed you, you know.”

  “No, I don’t think so. We’re pretty close.” He took a step forward. “So, how was your shower? You like this house?”

  “It’s great. Everything’s…great.” Marcella took another step back. “Listen, I’m just going to go and get dressed. I think you should come back after my mate wakes up.”

  A smile started to form on the man’s face. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and inched toward her. “What I need can’t wait.”

  Marcella spun around but didn’t make it three steps before she was tackled to the ground. The man’s large body covered hers, tightening his arm around her chest. Hot breath brushed against her ear while he nuzzled her neck.

  “Why him? You could have had your pick, yet you settled for the first man you met. Why? You were the one who placed the mark first, right?”

  “Yes,” she said shakily.

  “But why him?”

  “I don’t know. Please. Just leave and I promise I won’t say anything.”

  “And pass up figuring out what I need to know? No way, sweetheart. I have questions that have been bugging me since I first saw you.”

  The grip tightened around her, and he inhaled deeply. A sob came from her mouth as she tried her hardest to break his hold.

  “Now, now, honey. Don’t fight. I won’t hurt you. Just let me smell you. There’s something about your scent.”

  “Donavon! Dona”

  A hand slapped into her mouth, cutting off the end of her words. Blood washed over her tongue while she fought and tried to scream louder. The collector inside stirred, and she could feel the anger rising. Was she going to let this man bully her around, or was she going to fight back? Fuck that. She wasn’t helpless. Far from it.

  Pressure of her collector rose through her body, and heat blazed behind her eyes as her transformation ended. Kicking herself over, she felt the man fall to the ground next to her. Marcella quickly straddled him, pinning his hands over his head. The warmth increased in her vision, and she knew her eyes were glowing.

  “What the fuck are you?”

  The horror that masked his face brought a smile to her lips. The taste of her blood made her moan. “I’m your biggest fucking mistake. You couldn’t just keep your hands to yourself, could you? Couldn’t just walk away?”

  Marcella squeezed his fingers tightly in hers. The sounds of his bones snapping in her grip made her smile. He let out a grunt, yet held in the scream she knew he wanted to release.

  “Fascinating strength.”

  She froze. “You’re not scared anymore. Why not?”

  “I’ve seen you in my dreams. I was trying to figure out what you were before you freaked out on me.”

  “Fuck.” Marcella groaned. He wasn’t going to force himself on her. He just wanted to see why the hell her scent was different. Calming herself, she took in his awed expression. “No one touches me without my permission. Are you going to keep your hands to yourself if I let you go?”

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “No. What’s your name?”

  “Aaron.” One of his eyebrows rose at her question. She wasn’t sure why, but she really didn’t care.

  “All right, Aaron. I’m getting up and changing back. If you so much as come within a foot of me, I’ll set you on fire and watch you burn to death.”

  His lips parted in shock. “Damn, woman. I get it. I’m not looking to be turned into a crispy critter today, thanks.”

  “Good.”

  Marcella stood and materialized a pair of jeans and a T-shirt to cover her body, then she let her wolf take back over. Aaron gasped and collapsed to the couch.

  “That shit is amazing. You didn’t answer my earlier question. What are you?”

  “I’m a soul collector. If you so much as tell a single person about what you just witnessed”

  “I know, I know, crispy critter.”

  She twisted her mouth at him. “Donavon is one of my knights, and I need to win him over so he’ll leave with me.”

  “Who?”

  A sigh came from her mouth. “Arizona. His real name is Donavon, and he belongs to me.”

  “Yeah, well, good luck getting him out of here. Luis won’t let anyone leave. We all joined in with blood. The only way out is through death. Trust me, if I could leave, I would.”

  Marcella studied him. He was actually rather handsome but not typically her type. Not to mention, she was starting to see how things in the shifter community really were. Weres didn’t have typical manners. At least, not the ones she’d met so far. Getting used to their touchy-feely ways was definitely going to take some time.

  “You weren’t trying to rape me, were you?”

  “Rape? Hey, now wait one fucking minute.” Aaron leaned closer, looking offended. “I was just smelling you. You were going to run and wake up your mate. I couldn’t let that happen, so I tackled you. Not once did I touch you anywhere inappropriate.”

  “Well, you almost became toast because I was getting ready to off your ass. Think twice before you do anything like that again. You can’t just smell people whenever you feel like it. It’s not normal.”

  “It is for me, but I get what you’re saying.” Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead as he continued to stare at her. “I liked the tattoos. What are they for?”

  “The souls I collect.” Marcella folded her legs underneath her while she fought to get comfortable. “Why don’t you tell me about your dreams? I’m interested to know what you see.”

  “Can’t remember much. You’re just in them. Some type of leader or something.”

  “Elaborate.”

  He groaned. “You’re just always standing at this big chair in a room that seems to go on forever. The surroundings make me think it’s the old times or something. I don’t know. I can never make sense of the dreams.”

  “You’re talking about my throne that sits in my great hall. I’m sorry, but I don’t know how we’re connected. I don’t remember you.” Staring into his face wasn’t helping. Maybe Samael would know, but that meant she’d have to take Aaron back with her, too. If they were connected, she couldn’t abandon him. When she came back, did everyone’s soul she harbored come back, too? Shit, this was complicated.

  “So what now? When do we leave?”

  A growl tore through the room. “Oh, hell no! She’s not going anywhere with you. What the fuck are you doing, Aaron?”

  Donavon rushed forward, jerking the man off the couch. Aaron was tall, but her mate was taller, and the guy’s poor feet dangled an inch from the ground.

  Marcella jumped to her feet and grabbed Donavon’s arm. “Wait. It’s not what you think. Put him down.”

  “I fucking trusted you, bro. You’re my right-hand man, and now you’re planning on running off with my mate?”

  Aaron’s head snapped back while he was shaken. “Notwhatyouthink.”

  Donavon inhaled deeply. “You’re not lying. You better explain, and fast.”

  Aaron was dropped to his feet. His eyes shot to Marcella nervously. She quickly stepped in. “I want to leave. Aaron here was telling me about the pack laws. He said Luis wouldn’t allow us to just disappear. We were going over a plan so the three of us could escape.”

  Donavon looked between the two of them skeptically. “You’re leaving something out. I sense you’re not completely lying, but something in the statement is not the truth. How do I know that my involvement isn’t the lie? You both could be planning this together with no intention of taking me with you.”

  Aaron’s gaze shot back to her, and she inwardly cursed. Stepping forward, Marcella cupped Donavon’s face. “You can tell if I’m lying. Now, I’m going to say something, and you tell me what you think.”

  “Okay.” He nodded and lifted her, wrapping his hands under her ass to hold her to him. Not once did he break their stare.

  “Do
navon, I vow to you that the moment I leave this place, you will come. Neither my heart, nor my mind, could ever betray you. For you are a part of me that not even time can separate. Where I go, so shall you. You are what makes me complete.”

  Tears clouded Donavon’s eyes. No words left his mouth as he moved one of his arms to the middle of her back and held her tightly. Marcella encircled her arms around him and buried her face against the soft skin of his neck.

  “You didn’t lie.” His voice was hoarse.

  “No. You will never be abandoned. I’ve waited too long to find you.”

  He pulled back and brushed his lips against hers, all the while searching her face for something. God, she hoped he was remembering. She wanted him to. But they were still a long ways from leaving here. If she didn’t get control over this possessive side, things wouldn’t work back home. And then what would she do?

  * * * *

  Donavon felt his legs grow weak at her words. Between the vision he’d seen earlier and now this, he wasn’t sure what to think. All he knew was when he thought Aaron and his mate were making plans to leave together, he’d never felt more hostile or desperate. The combination was enough to make him temporarily lose it.

  “You really meant what you said? You weren’t lying, but I’m not sure I can believe it. You’ve given up your other men?”

  Marcella’s mouth parted, and he knew she hadn’t. The rage came back with a vengeance. “Of course not. I should have known.” He sat her down and headed for the kitchen. Making a glass of water, he stood in the doorway and stared at his most trusted man and his mate.

  “Let’s not focus on anything but the present,” Marcella rushed in. “Why don’t we go over dinner? What would you like me to make you?”

  He looked at Marcy, feeling the anger melt off of him. “You’re going to cook for me?” Just envisioning her in front a hot stove made him shake his head no. She was meant to be waited on, nothe cut off his thoughts. Why shouldn’t she cook? Where did he get the feeling of her being better than anyone else? As he battled with what his mind screamed, he tried to push away the intrusions.