Corrupt Cravings

by Jennifer Salaiz

  Shrugging, she stepped under the water. “You know I never had a problem with us, Jason. That was you.” Marcella spun around searching for shampoo. “Shit! I get a freaking bar of soap? I can’t wash my hair with that. Damn, I wish I could make one appear.”

  Scrubbing her skin, she watched the blood flow down the drain that was settled in the stone. A scream almost came from her mouth as she looked up and saw Jason standing not inches away from her. When the hell had he moved? The lust clouding his face was so evident that she took a step back. His body was already nude. One look at his hard cock, and she moaned. Fuck. How long had it been since they’d been together?

  “Mind if I join you?”

  The huskiness of his voice made it clear he wasn’t asking. Before she could nod like she intended, he was already stepping forward.

  “Jason, are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  “Amazingly, I’m fine. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. You’re my life, and I’ve been wrong to doubt myself around you. I’m not scared...I’m.”

  Jason’s hands grasped around her thighs, and she was suddenly lifted and placed against the stone. Lips crushed into hers, and at the first brush of Jason’s tongue, they both moaned.

  “God, I missed you, Jason. I really think maybe you should slow down, though.”

  Fingers slid into her wet pussy, burying themselves deep. He immediately withdrew them and plunged them into his mouth, sucking her flavor off. Marcella couldn’t believe he’d actually tasted her. The shock she felt set her heart racing. Could whatever Ambrose was saying possibly have worked?

  * * * *

  Marcella’s juices exploded over Jason’s tongue. Damn, he missed eating her pussy. She tasted so fucking good. How was it possible that he’d stayed away for so long? The voices of his dragon echoed in the distance, but he ignored the begging that tried to taunt him.

  Pushing her more into the wall, he slid his fingers into her entrance, again as far as they would go. He needed more, needed her essence to take over him. Giving her G-spot a little pushing, Marcella’s nails bit into his back. “You like that, baby?”

  “Fuck, yes.” Marcella’s hips tried to move against him. Holding her tighter, he shook his head.

  “Don’t move. You’re going to let me tease that pussy as much as I want. I want you soaking wet and swollen when I bury my tongue inside of you.”

  A small cry came from her as she tightened around his fingers. “Jason, please. Do something.”

  “Like what? Like this?” Withdrawing his fingers slightly, he slammed them back into her. Her body tried moving on its own accord, but he denied her access. Pulling his fingers out completely, he sucked her juices off again.

  “Screw this.” Jason held onto her tighter as he left the shower and eased her to the bed. There was only one thing his mind could process. Her taste. Dropping his head between her thighs, he trailed Marcella’s slit with the tip of his tongue. As her folds separated, he moaned and pushed into her entrance.

  “God. I missed you, Jason. Promise me you’re never going to distance yourself from me again.”

  Lifting his head, he let his eyes connect to hers. It was imperative she believed what he was about to say. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew it was important. “Marcella, you have no reason to worry. I’ll never leave your side again. Never. You have my word.”

  Marcella’s arms reached out to him, and Jason grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed. “Not yet. Only when I’m ready will we proceed, not a second before.”

  Her hands flexed in his hold. “I’m not sure what got into you, but I like this dominant side of you, Jason.”

  Images blinded him so suddenly that he paused from lowering himself back to Marcella’s pussy. Ambrose stood in front of him, and he could see how scared he was. Then he heard one by one the words the master vampire spoke. Jason felt chilled to the bone.

  “Ambrose fucked with my head, didn’t he?” Jason pulled back, away from her.

  Marcella tensed and eased herself to her elbows. “Yes. I can’t remember everything, but he did mention fixing your dragon, or so he thinks. I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you more of what he said, but I’d lost so much blood. It’s kind of fuzzy.”

  Jason leaned against the wall, trying to process what exactly was going on. The dragon was indeed still there, but nothing like before. He tried tuning into the sound and listening to what the beast was saying, but suddenly he didn’t care. Was it possible it worked? Should he continue?

  The more Jason tried to find reasons to stop, the more excuses he found to continue. The fear was gone. All that was left was determination to win over what was left of him. He was Marcella’s knight, meant to fight for her, not cower away. Not even from himself.

  Jason didn’t think. He flipped Marcella on her stomach and slapped her ass. A cry poured from her mouth as she tried to jump up. “That’s for not telling me about Ambrose earlier.” Rubbing the red marks that were starting to surface, he heard Marcella moan.

  “Like that, do you?” Jason gripped both of her round cheeks and began to massage his fingers into the flesh. Spreading her with every rotation of his hands, he watched as her folds began to glisten.

  Delivering another slap to the same location, he felt the heat rise while he caressed the skin again.

  “That one was for coming after me with that succubus of yours. Do you know how hard it was for me not to go up there and fuck the shit out of you? I wanted my cock buried so deep in your pussy that my cum stayed in you forever. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  Marcella let out a response he couldn’t understand as he slid his fingers to her clit and brought them up toward her ass. Rubbing in the wetness, he pushed the tip of his thumb into her tight back entrance. The moment she tensed, he withdrew.

  “I see we’re going to have to do this the fun way. All the better, I think.” Tearing the sheet, Marcella turned around to see what he was doing. “Lie back down and keep your head against the mattress.”

  Jason didn’t wait for her to say anything. He tied up her ankles and reached for her hands. Tying her wrists, he watched her pull at the restraints.

  “What are you planning to do?” she said softly.

  “You don’t worry about that. Trust me.”

  Pulling her up to her knees, he made her lay her cheek against the bed. With her ass in the perfect position, even with his face, he gripped her cheeks again. Moving to the other mound, he gave that side a good slap.

  “Fuck, I love your ass.” Jason leaned forward, biting the flesh. A squeal filled the cell. Her body tried to rise, but he pushed his palm against the small of her back and slapped her ass harder this time.

  “You will not move again or else the pain increases.” Sliding two of his fingers inside her wet pussy, Marcella’s breathing deepened.

  “Jason, please.”

  “No talking. Damn, look at that ass glow. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Fucking forever. I’m not sure what in the hell took me so long. I guess I have Ambrose to thank for this. It seems he opened my mind more than he thought.”

  Lowering his head, Jason ran his tongue up her folds. Her juices were positively flowing, driving him on. Reaching down, he took his length and started stoking it slowly. Pre-cum slid across his fingers as he reached his thick tip.

  Jason looked up. “When Ambrose goes down on you, he licks you pussy and your ass, doesn’t he?”

  “Yes.” Marcella’s whisper could barely be heard.

  “Do you like it?” After a few seconds of silence, he ran his fingers over her pussy and gave it a gentle slap. “Answer me. Do you like it?”

  Marcella let out a cry, and her body rocked back toward him. “Yes! I love it. Please, Jason, do that again. That felt so good.”

  Repeating the act, he kept their contact, letting her push her wetness against his hand. “Has he fucked you in the ass?” Pushing three fingers inside of her, he pounded them into her hard.

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bsp; “No! Fuck!”

  Jason could feel her pussy tightening around him. “You will not come yet, Marcella. You’ll wait until I say you can. Do you understand me?” He withdrew his fingers and traced them around the entrance of her ass. The wetness made it easy for him to slide one of his fingers halfway in. “I said do you understand me?” He slapped her ass again, harder this time.

  “Yes,” she sobbed.

  “Good. Now tell me how much you like this.”

  “I like it a lot.”

  Jason slid his finger out only to push in a little bit further. “I’m going to take my time and work you in good and slow. Before the month is out, I’m going to slide my cock right here in this tight little hole of yours, and you’re going to love it. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what? Say my name, Marcella. I want you to clarify exactly who it is that’s making you feel this way.”

  “Yes, Jason.” She squirmed as he began to thrust his finger into her ass gently. Shifting on the bed, he brought up his other hand to her pussy, easing in two fingers.

  “Now you can come, Marcella.” He pushed deep to both of her entrances, and she screamed as her body went into spasms. Withdrawing from her ass, he pounded her pussy with everything he had. When her breathing turned heavy, he pulled the binds off of her arms and legs.

  “Good girl. Now we’re going to make love. Are you ready to feel my cock inside of you?”

  “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please, Jason.”

  He smiled. “Very good.”

  Chapter 14

  Nemmy paced his small living room, not able to fight off the paranoia that something about his meeting with Marcella hadn’t gone as smoothly as he’d originally thought. It had been two days since he’d last seen her, and he was already going crazy. Stopping himself before he could run his fingers though his hair once again, he clenched his fists instead.

  “I don’t see why you’re so anxious, Nemmy. Maybe she didn’t spend more time with you because you’re still a stranger to her. Did you ever think of that?”

  He turned to look at Caspius, who was lounging on the sofa. “Yes. That did cross my mind. But if I was such a stranger, why was she openly interested? I mean, you saw how close she kept getting.” Pausing, he remembered the way her skin smelled when he’d leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Do you have any idea how hard it was not to take her in my arms? She used to not mind in the past.”

  “Yeah, but that’s as far as you ever got. And if I remember correctly, you didn’t kiss her all that often.”

  Nemmy shook his head, irritated. “Of course I didn’t. Kissing was bad enough. She wasn’t my wife.”

  “Either way, you committed a sin, Nememiah. You might as well have gone all the way. You had to repent, regardless.”

  Frustrated, he gave in, running his fingers through his hair. “It should never have been this way! Fucking Samael. I hate that guy. You have no idea the temptation I’ve gone through. The dark side keeps trying to pull me down with promises of revenge and bloodshed against that bastard. I want to hurt him so bad for what he’s done to Marcella. She’s capable of such good, and to see her surrounded by all that evil makes my blood boil.”

  “Nemmy, you’re missing the whole picture. Yes, she’s capable of good, but she comes from the devil himself. She’ll never be on one side. It’s impossible. She refuses to submit to complete darkness, but she’s full of sin. Look at her men. Do you think their only job is to protect her? That’s not what I heard.” Caspius looked away. Nemmy felt anger course through his blood, but his friend continued. “Anyway, face it. The best she’ll ever be is what she was before. Neutral.”

  “I refuse to believe any of that! One, Marcella just wouldn’t have sex with that many men. Two, she is capable of becoming a superior angel. I felt her goodness.” Walking to the fridge, Nemmy pulled out another soda and popped the top open. As he came back into the living room, the walls felt like they were closing in. Fuck. He needed to be doing something.

  “You’re only going to get yourself in deeper. This plan you have, I’m all for it, but you have to understand there’s a time when you have to step back and look at the big picture.” Caspius sat up. “Marcella is not going to come with us, Nemmy. She’s just not. I guarantee that if you made her choose to either stay a collector or turn into an angel, she’d choose the collector in a heartbeat.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  Pink eyes narrowed in his direction. “I think I do. Nemmy, it didn’t work in the past. In my opinion, it’s not going to work now, either.”

  “There’s only one way to find out. I’m going back to the fortress.”

  “But she said she was going out of town. She hasn’t called to let you know she’s returned.”

  Pulling the phone out of his pocket, Nemmy traced his fingers down the thin length. No. She hadn’t called. But she said she’d be gone for weeks, so he hadn’t expected anything so soon, although, he had hoped to hear something. Even if it was just to talk.

  “If no one is there, maybe we can take a look around and see what we find. It couldn’t hurt. Plus, we’re not really breaking any rules.”

  Caspius’s bright white teeth flashed. “It does sound fun. Let’s go.”

  Adjusting the gun at the back of his jeans, Nemmy waited for his friend to slide on his shoes. It wasn’t seconds later that they were ready. It was time to take a look around and see who Marcella really was. Maybe he could find something that would help prove her goodness. Damn, he really hoped so.

  * * * *

  Dominic followed Samael through the thick brush aligning Luis’s land. For the last two days, they’d done nothing but scope out the area. In his opinion, they could have gotten this over with the first day, but Samael seemed to think they needed to cover every angle. Ridiculous, really. If it weren’t for the people in the neighboring area, Dominic would have just blown this place to pieces and said to hell with all the bullshit. One. Two. Piece of fucking cake. But hiding the truth from the humans was priority. Damn, that really sucked.

  Samael stopped and turned toward where the foliage was the thickest, right against Luis’s border. A smile came to his lips as he faced Dominic. That expression on any other person would have told him happiness dwelled within. For his master, it was nothing but an indication that Samael was up to no good.

  “Would you say that if you weren’t mated to Marcella, you would still love her?”

  Confused yet suspicious, Dominic narrowed his eyes. “I have no doubt. Why?”

  “Just wondering. I guess you could say I’ve been contemplating whether or not what you have with our queen is genuine on your part.”

  Dominic felt himself slip into demon mode. God, he hated this guy sometimes. “You doubt my love for her? You, of all people? Samael, I don’t think you’re the best judge of interpreting someone’s feelings.

  “You’re probably right, but if you truly loved her, I would think that you wouldn’t want to share her.”

  “Oh, like you?” Dominic noticed him stiffen almost immediately. “Don’t even pretend with me. I know you. You’ve admitted to loving her. Hell, she was able to take your soul. But I’m not stupid enough to believe you love her as a friend. I’ve studied people for far too long to be fooled by the way you act around her.”

  “You aren’t as smart as you think.” Samael’s voice was way too smooth to pick up any kind of emotion. “Dominic, some day you’re going to remember everything. When you do, you’re not going to look at me or even yourself the same. Just prepare. I’m not sure your love is strong enough to keep Marcella after you learn the entire truth.”

  “These hints are getting old. I think you’re just trying to fuck with my head, which wouldn’t surprise me.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.” Samael let the smile fall from his face while he started to walk again.

  Dominic had enough of this. Two days and he was glad he didn’t have to sp
end more time with his master. The guy drove him absolutely insane with frustration. “So when are we going to do this? I’d like to go back to that piece of shit you created with something to tell everyone.”

  “That piece of shit you’re referring to is what I’d like to call an acceptable house. Just because it’s not replicated to look like something you’d see off of MTV Cribs doesn’t mean it’s not worth staying in.” Samael shook his head. “You have so much to learn, Dominic. Just because you have the ability to create the best of everything doesn’t mean you have to be surrounded by it. You’ve been away from home for far too long.”

  Tingling raced up Dominic’s spine. Hell, home? Never. “You’re right. I was out of line. I’m just anxious to get back to Marcella. I miss her.”

  “She has Jason. You have nothing to worry about. He’ll take good care of her. The collector always has been the one for her, you know?”

  “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Fuck, you’re a prick. I think you thrive on making me feel worse.”

  “Of course I do. I’m from the darkness, Dominic. If you would have truly come from where I do, you’d be, too.”

  Dominic walked faster to catch up. “Samael, when I arrived in hell did you become my master to watch over me for Marcy?”

  Samael stopped and turned toward him. The look of hatred only lasted for a moment, but Dominic didn’t miss the truth. And the thing was, he didn’t know how to take the way it made him feel.

  “The first time I saw you I…knew I couldn’t let you out of my sight. So, yes, I’ve been watching over you.”

  “We were never friends in the past, were we?”

  There was that smile again, the one that said Samael was capable of things Dominic couldn’t even dream of, and none of them were good. “No, we were never friends. At least, not like you mean. We were civil to each other, but nothing more. Now, Donavon, he and I were friends.”

  Shit. He hadn’t seen that coming. “Why my brother and not me?”