Steal Me From Heaven

by Crawford, Toni

  “He is her protector. They are not coupled. Try to control your jealousy just a little bit for my sake. Besides, I do not think he would trade my wife in for my sister. That would be most unwise on his part.” I hear the warning in Jacob’s voice. “We will see you later at home,” Jacob says to Malachi.

  “Marion, wait.” Malachi reaches out and grabs my bare arm. I feel his hand tingle on my skin. Jacob notices my reaction and growls. He removes Malachi’s hand forcefully from me. I glower in disapproval at his actions. I look at Malachi.

  “Yes.”

  “I just thought that I would return your gift to you.” He unwraps the necklace from around his wrist. I am surprised that I did not notice it beforehand. He hands it to Jacob to give to me. This is ridiculous. I will not pretend that I am someone’s property.

  “No,” I say as I step between them. I turn my back to Malachi and face my husband. Malachi raises the chain above my head and fastens it on my neck. I hold the pearl in my hand. “Thank you for returning it to me.” I turn to face him.

  “If the time comes, I will make it glow once more. I do not wish to ruin your night with my scent on your lips.” Jacob nods in approval, and we follow Malachi out into the lobby. He leaps into the air and out the front doors. He does not wait for Jessica.

  “Why would he give me his essence when Jessica is his charge?” I ask.

  “You already know why. Must I answer?” Jacob takes me by the hand and leads me into the lobby and towards the room I was held in at the last meeting.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “I am taking my wife to my bed.”

  “You still have a room here? You are not on the committee.”

  “But I am the leader of all the Vampires even though I do not rule the laws anymore. All leaders have a room here plus the committee members. I thought we would stay here for the rest of the night and the day tomorrow. Besides, our house has no privacy, and I do not wish to have to shut down the estate today with your pleasure screams.”

  “You’re planning on making me scream all night, are you?” I smile at the thought. “Are you challenging me to keep silent?”

  “I do love to win a challenge, but not tonight. You do not stand a chance, and I like to fight fair.” He unlocks the door and silences the warning alarm. “The walls are soundproof. I just completed the changes myself before the last meeting since I needed to talk to you in private.” He closes the door and resets the codes on the alarm.

  “But they will be waiting on us back at the house,” I say.

  “Let them wait. I think they can figure out what we are doing.” He raises his hand towards me, curling his finger back and forth, motioning me towards him. A wicked smile dances across his face. This has been a long time coming. I reach to untie my blouse as I walk in his direction. He shakes his head no to stop me. When I almost reach him, he grabs my hand and twirls me around into him. The old record player instantly comes to life, and he is holding me, swaying side to side. We haven’t danced in forever. He is quite good at it. Of course, anything that he does with his body is exceptional. His hand is on my upper back and he is teasing me by playing with the strings on my black silk top. He does not try to untie it, only wraps and unwraps it slowly around his fingers. My nipples constrict as they graze every now and then against his hard chest. I lean into him on purpose, and he spins me away from him to make a circle before tugging me strongly back into his arms. I flatten against his body and feel the swelling in his black pants upon my thigh. His hands are squeezing my bottom, pulling me up on my tiptoes. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. We come together and our lips meet. He stops moving with the music and seeks entry into my mouth. I part for him as he immediately assaults my tongue.

  I place my hand upon his chest to slow him down. He obliges. Cupping his hand around the nape of my neck, he trails his tongue up and down my jugular. I know that he will not bite me because he has already drunk too much earlier, but I am wrong. His teeth penetrate my skin just to the side of his juicy target. I feel his pleasure hormones inject under my skin, and the flesh swells to a small knot. I step back and look at him curiously. He smiles and then turns me around away from him and backs me into his hard body. He hugs me tightly in his arms and starts to move us with the music again.

  His hands rise up under my shirt and slowly his fingers graze my abdomen as they trail up to my breasts. Taking one in each hand, he tenderly massages them as he grinds his pelvis into the crease of my ass. I wish I didn’t have on any pants right now. He pinches each pebbled nipple with his fingers, alternating from one to the other. I moan and lean my head back against him. He leans down and bites my neck, again missing the jugular. My skin swells from another pocket of his joy juice.

  Taking my ribbon string in his teeth, he tugs at the fabric. He succeeds in untying it, and my top starts to fall. He catches it and rolls it up in front of me. He raises it to my face and after covering my eyes, he ties it tightly behind my head. I shiver as I feel his hand trail down my spine and play across my bottom. I feel his hands on the first of many buttons on the side on my pants. He drags them slowly down my thighs. He kneels behind me and opens me up with both hands. I know that he is going to smell me.

  “This is a pleasant surprise,” I hear him say as he discovers my wedding present for him. “It seems your pussy has lost its fur.”

  Laughing, I just reply, “I knew you would like it.”

  After all these years together, I am shocked at what he does next. I feel his moist wet tongue drive deep into my center before making a trail backwards up my bare folds and across my other hole. He lingers his tongue there a little too long for my liking. The sensation feels strange but not unpleasant. His hands are kneading my cheeks, stretching me as wide as possible. I feel his teeth graze my flesh.

  “No,” I cry right before he sinks them in. I jerk in response as he injects more into me again. He holds me upright as I notice his tongue is back between my legs. He dances across my pink flesh more slowly this time and makes tight circles. Pulling my hip bones back into him from the front, one hand holds me still while the other reaches down between my legs. I feel his fingers rubbing my nub. He does not bring me to orgasm, only teases me a short amount of time before I feel his hand leave and once again he is spreading my butt cheeks wide as his face makes its way back up my crease.

  He pauses before biting the inside of me again. “This okay?” he asks.

  I do not say no again. Instead, I shake my head up and down, giving him permission. He spreads me as wide apart as is comfortable and pierces my skin. I take the pleasure in it this time. I know that I am more than wet and am ready to receive him into me. His hands run up my sides and cup my breasts as he stands up behind me.

  I hear him removing his shirt before unzipping his pants and sliding them off. It is a shame that I cannot see him. He is walking around to face me. My breathing is increasing and my breasts rise and fall quickly. He helps me step out of my pant legs one by one. He plays with one nipple by hand and the other by mouth. He is making my skin wet from his salivating tongue. He moves down to my stomach and bites the soft part of my abdomen.

  I reach out and grab his shoulders with both hands. He suckles slightly before injecting me in that spot. I lean forward and balance myself. His tongue finds the front of my bare mound and lavishes the entire surface. I open my legs for him to encourage his journey forward. He picks up one leg and lays it across his arm. I feel his bicep muscle flex underneath my thigh. I expect to moan as his tongue enters me, but I cry out as he takes my fold in his mouth and pierces me with his fangs. He does not do the other side. I can tell he is standing now in front of me. Expecting for him to touch me again, when he does not, I start to get confused.

  “Jacob?” I say as I reach for my makeshift blindfold. He grabs my hands and locks his fingers in mine.

  “Wait for it,” he says.

  After five more seconds, I discover what he did to me. My mind turns to mush as his injecti
ons in my neck start to make their way through my body. I swoon with feeling of sex, love, and raw pleasure. I smile from ear to ear.

  “There you go. Now just ride it out.” I cannot speak to answer him. I am in a state of euphoria. His pleasure venom creeps down the front of my body and into my breasts. I raise our hands together and rub my hard nipples up against the back of his hands.

  “Yes,” he urges me.

  I lay my head as far back as it can go and tense my whole body upwards as I feel the pleasure explode in my ass cheeks. I press one of our locked hands between my legs as my lower abdomen releases my orgasm. I moan and cry out loud. My body convulses, and I collapse when his love bite on my waxed fold pulses every last drop of nectar from my core.

  Jacob picks me up and carries me in the direction of the bed. He lays me down and removes my blindfold. I keep my eyes closed as I feel shockwave after shockwave of the aftereffects of what he just did to my body and mind.

  “Marion.” He calls my name gently as his fingers stroke my face. “Are you okay?” I shake my head no as I start to quiver and spasm again. I am having uncontrolled orgasms as his juices from his bite marks keep releasing slowly into my body. Jacob lies on top of me to hold me down.

  “Put it in.” I manage to get the words out of my lips. He hesitates, not knowing what to do. “Now,” I yell at him. He tries to enter me but I am too tight. I grab hold of his muscular ass with both hands and force his entry. I shriek as he tears me. The walls of my tunnel constrict and undulate up and down his shaft. He arches his back and raises his head to the ceiling. He cries out in either pain or pleasure or both. I cannot tell anything anymore. He cannot move inside me, and I cannot let him go. I squirm beneath him as I feel another tidal wave coming.

  “Jacob, oh, my Jacob. What have you done?” I sigh between my breaths. Then I start to scream. My stomach tightens so much that my head rises from the pillow. I bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my yells. It does not work. Another orgasm follows quickly, and I tremble with its quake. I go to bite him but my fangs tear at his flesh. My aim is thrown off by my jerking body. I do not recall how many times I bit into him before my teeth latch on to stay. I drink from him quickly and release him. I think that my body has been healed by his blood, but I thought too soon. My eyes roll back in my head and my whole body tenses. My back arches and my breasts rise up to touch him as he rests on his elbows. He still cannot move inside me. He just watches me fall over the edge time and time again. I cannot take another hit like the last one. Each time it gets better or worse, depending on the person’s point of view.

  My inner light starts to glow and an orb surrounds us. His pale flesh tingles on my fingertips. I know better, but I cannot pull myself back knowing that my orgasms could last the rest of the night and into the day. I pull his head down to kiss him. A jolt of electricity brushes across our lips. I stick my tongue in his mouth and zap him. He instantly softens enough inside me and is able to withdraw.

  He rises up to his knees on the bed with one hand on his mouth and the other hand covering his erection. “What the hell was that?” he asks. “I was enjoying myself riding your waves of pleasure.”

  “I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

  “Chicken,” he says. “Why did they stop so soon?”

  “I healed myself with my light. I guess I finally figured out how to do it.”

  “Pussy. You were never in any danger. The contractions would have stopped in a few more hours. I told you to ride it out. And that was excellent timing on learning something new.” He sits on his knees, staring down at me.

  “Why don’t I do it to you and see how long you can take it?” I tell him.

  “You already did. Remember the dungeon and the blood all over my lower half?”

  “I didn’t know what I was doing at the time, and I only bit you multiple times and only injected you once.”

  “Yeah, I remember quite well what you did. I just figured if one love mark could do what you did to me then several should drive you over the edge multiple times. I told you that I would pay you back one day.”

  “Yes, you did. Now it’s my turn. Lie down on the bed.” I get up on all fours and hover towards him. Calling my wings and my inner blue glow to expand from my body, I force him to lie down on the mattress.

  “Marion, you’re scaring me with all that glowing. Just turn that thing off. The wings are sexy, but no light.”

  “What’s the matter? Are you chicken?”

  “No, just please don’t…not again.”

  “Don’t what?” I crawl up his body and encase him in my blue aura.

  “Please don’t shock my cock.”

  I smile ear to ear and elongate my teeth. I like his little rhyme. My only response is one word. “Pussy.” Then I lower my red lips to take him in my mouth. He shudders as I slightly buzz him with my energy when I move my tongue up and down his shaft. My taste is not as present as when I take him immediately after he comes out of my body, but I can still find the flavor on him.

  Groaning deep in his throat, his voice quivers when he speaks. “Go ahead and do what you wish.” I smile against his hardness. His eyes widen as I turn my inner light from blue to a bright white. Our honeymoon looks like it is going to be full of surprises. I do not shock him immediately, and he looks confused.

  “Wait for it,” I say. “Just ride it out.” He lets out a curse before he closes his eyes.

  Chapter 13

  He settles into the tub and leans back against my chest and abdomen. I wrap my legs around his hips and cross them over his thighs. I feel a nervous tremble resonate within his body. Only someone this connected to him would have noticed. I run my fingers through his hair and settle my hands on his broad shoulders and massage his neck and shoulder muscles. He trembles again in my arms ever so slightly. I know that he is trying to hide it. Seeking the answers, I invade his mind.

  “No,” he says, shutting me out. “You do not want to know about my time in Hell.”

  “Jacob, I know that horrible things were done to you. I felt your pain on multiple occasions. I cannot even imagine what Lilith did to you, but please don’t close down on me. You need me now more than ever. I am here for you. I love you.”

  He takes his hands and touches my fingers that rest on his shoulders. “Try again. I will not block you this time. Only go in as far as you can handle.”

  I close my eyes and peer into his subconscious. Images are flashing in my mind. The temperature alone is miserable. Jacob has silver chains crisscrossing his chest burying into his muscles with their sting. Occasionally fire erupts in different places on his flesh, and he screams. His arms and legs are unbound, and he is completely naked.

  Lilith approaches in her human form and requests the information she seeks. When Jacob refuses, I see the wall tilt to where he is lying down. Lilith makes a command in another dialect, and Jacob grows hard. He tosses and turns on the table, making the chains burn deeper into him. Lilith climbs on top of him and straddles him. She moves against him with him inside of her. I am mortified. When Jacob does not finish inside of her, she grows furious and takes the form of her Demon self. Everywhere that she touches him turns to flames. Jacob screams, and she laughs. I know he is burning inside of her.

  Tears are streaming down my face. I hug him tightly and push further into his painful recollection. When she is done with her torture, hundreds of spirits are called forth to mark his flesh. He quivers and shakes. Lilith says it could all end if he would just tell her what she wants to know. He refuses. She eventually calls off the spirit Demons and the wall uprights itself. She leaves him alone in order for him to heal.

  The second day is exactly the same as the first one, except once he is standing again, Lilith elevates with her wings and slashes at his body with her talons. Jacob loses his right arm. He screams in pain as the healing process moves slowly since she is not feeding him any blood. The next day, she finishes by removing both arms. On the fourth night when she utters her ma
gic words to get him to rise up for her torturous pleasure, he does not. She grows angry and taunts him with the deaths of our children. She tells him that if he tells her the information that will set him free, she will go to their graves and raise them from the dead. Jacob tries to spit in her face, but the saliva evaporates before even touching her.

  She laughs as she wraps her hand around his genitals and sets them on fire. She tells him that he doesn’t have to be inside her for her to burn them off. He does not scream, only smiles. This is the night that I realized I could no longer hear him in my mind. He is growing stronger against her torture and threats.

  I release my query into his mind and hold him as I am breathing hard against his back. We are not able to speak to each other. I pull him tighter to me with my legs and arms. I never want to let him go. He did this so we could be together.

  When my voice returns, I ease up on my hold and run my hands across his chest. He kisses my arm. “Jacob, I never should have shocked you. I will never do that again.”

  “Oh yes, you will. I trust you, Marion, not to hurt me.” When he quivers in my arms again, he notices that in my mind I thought that he was trembling because of Lilith and that was why I went searching for answers. “I was shaking because of your electrical impulses and what they are still doing inside my body.”

  “I can stop that if you wish.”

  “Don’t even think about it. I’ve never been this satisfied. But you are not doing that electric charge thing you do in a tub full of water. You’ll fry me for sure.”

  “It doesn’t work that way unless I’m angry. Can I ask something about what I saw in your mind?”

  “You can ask. I will try to answer if I can,” he replies.

  “How did you turn off the pain?”

  He shifts his weight in the tub and turns to face me. Since the faucet is on the side, he can lean back on the other end. I have to rise out of the water to make enough room for him. My breasts are now about the surface line. His gaze lingers on them, and he licks his lips.