Marcel, Zoey - Wrestling with Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Stop! Oh god, what have I done?” He felt hideous. Those poor people, how they suffered because of him.

  “You will have this soul until I take it away from you.” Samael started to walk away. “And I will take it away from you, Jack. It’s only a matter of time. When I do, you tell me which means more to you, the freedom of doing whatever you wish without a conscience to answer to, or having a woman you will only lose in the end to Hades. Merry Christmas, Eversor.”

  * * * *

  Jack unbundled once he entered the toasty house. He couldn’t believe how different he felt now. His conscience plagued him with depraved, evil memories of all the wicked things he’d done in his pursuit of power and pleasure. A lot of innocent people had suffered because of him. Shit, this conscience thing wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Remorse sucked.

  The tree was up and being decorated by Morrigan and Damon while Mark and Quinn hung Christmas lights.

  Her face lit up when she saw him. “Hey, Jack. What do you think of what we did so far?”

  “It looks fantastic,” he replied absently. The living room did look great and he meant what he said, but his mind was somewhere else, burning down the house of someone on his hit list back in the thirteenth century. He could still hear their screams.

  He remembered Death standing beside him and stroking his black fur. “Well done, my friend. Well done.”

  Other memories wandered through the susceptible corridor of his mind and haunted him. What a terrible thing to have a soul.

  “Is something on your mind, Jack?” Mark asked. Out of all the guys, he seemed to have the most insight into him.

  “It must be a dreadful thing to feel your flesh burning while fire devours your home and tears it to the ground,” Jack said gravely.

  Morrigan and Damon looked disturbed.

  “Well, aren’t you just a fucking little ray of sunshine?” Quinn joked.

  “Are you okay?” Morrigan asked.

  “I’m fine.” He sat down on the couch while the others decorated. The memories kept coming. History left its haunting echoes in his head until he was tormented by the monster he created, the soulless beast his wolf mother conceived.

  “I love this song.” Morrigan hummed along and bobbed her head in an adorable manner while she strung tinsel on some of the pine branches.

  He allowed himself to return to the present long enough to hear it. “Here Comes Santa Claus” by Elvis Presley. It was a good one and she looked cute singing it.

  “Still thinking about fire, Jack?” Mark teased as he knelt to get more Christmas lights from the box by Jack’s feet.

  “Have you ever been with a virgin?” he asked numbly.

  “That’s not really an appropriate question right here in front of everybody, but no I haven’t.”

  “They tear so easily and bleed, especially if you don’t have the patience to be gentle with them, or if you’re trying to hurt them.” His chest felt raw and achy as the harrowing images flashed through his head nonstop.

  Mark looked at him like he was either a lunatic or America’s most wanted. “Damn, Jack, eat a candy cane, or something, will you? Or pull out the one that’s stuck up your ass.”

  Morrigan looked bothered by what he said and worried about him. “Do you mind handing me baby Jesus, Jack?”

  His body was like a robot walking mindlessly toward the small ornament he knew would delve him into a world of pain when he touched it. Perhaps having a soul—nope, it still burned his palm when he picked it up and handed it to her. Fortunately, she didn’t see this.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine, darling. I just have a lot on my mind. Excuse me.” He headed toward his room. Even with a soul, he still couldn’t touch holy objects. Not that it was any great loss to him, but the meaning behind it had him depressed, whereas before he never gave a damn.

  The other werewolves could touch whatever sacred item they wished and suffer nothing, while he avoided those things like the plague. He wasn’t like them and only he knew why. No one alive in this world knew what he really was, but beneath the earth they knew him well.

  Curse religious Mark with his nativity set, bible, and crosses lying around. It was fine unless Jack accidentally touched them, and then it hurt like hell.

  “Where are you going?” Mark asked.

  Jack turned to face them. “Vietnam was a terrible war.”

  He sought refuge in his room and shut the door behind him.

  A moment later, a soft knock came from the other side. Morrigan’s sweet voice traversed the barrier of the door and called to him, pure and innocent. “Jack, it’s me. Can I come in?”

  “I know what happened to the dinosaurs.” He wasn’t sure why he said that just then. He always knew, but he had to say something to keep her from coming in and seeing him in despair. He wanted to be strong for her, not weak and vulnerable like the omega.

  There was a pause on the other side. “That’s great, Jack. Why don’t you invite me in and tell me about it?”

  He wondered if she meant the words as saucily as they would have sounded had anyone else said them. If she wasn’t a novice to the BDSM lifestyle and he wasn’t so immobilized by depression and guilt at present, he would paddle her ass for sassing him.

  The door opened without his permission and she came in, closing it behind her. “Hey.”

  He sat in a chair, eying her. “I didn’t give you permission to come in here.”

  “You walked in on me in the bathroom yesterday morning.”

  “That was different. This is my house and you work for me.”

  “So because you’re my boss, you feel you can see me naked whenever you want to?”

  “No. Being your boss means I can give you orders and expect you to follow them to the letter. Seeing you naked is my right because it’s what we both want.”

  She gaped at this but was too soft-spoken to call him on his arrogance when he was so blue. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I want to make you feel better.”

  “Then leave.”

  “Does it make you happy ordering me around like I’m your slave?”

  He felt a rush of excitement at that last word she used. “Yes, it does.”

  Her kissable coral lips quirked up into a mischievous smile. “Then tell me what to do, boss.”

  A swell of heat flooded his stomach and burned its way slowly down to his genitals. “Call me master.”

  “What do you want from me, master?” She looked excited, too, and maybe a little coy, but she was coming out of her shell sexually and it thrilled him to see it.

  “I want you to take your clothes off, all of them.”

  She smiled and whipped her top off.

  “Slowly, Morrigan, give me a show. Let my eyes devour the feast of your body.”

  She appeared turned on by his explicit instructions and undressed more slowly now, touching herself whenever more skin was revealed.

  The sight of her stripped and lavishing sensual touches all over her body was enchanting. His cock sprang to attention in his pants and he was sure the slightest stimulation would set him off.

  “Pay homage to my body,” he ordered in a dusky tone.

  She licked her lips in anticipation. “How?”

  “Worship me with your body. I want to feel every inch of you against me.”

  Her emerald eyes became even more amorous as she knelt before him and rubbed his thighs and goods with her palms. She let her mouth fall open slightly as she slid up his body with her breasts gliding over his erection and chest before she climbed into his lap.

  “You’re a little she-devil, aren’t you?”

  She purred with bliss when he caressed her arms and back, gasping when he took a tit in his mouth. “Oh, Jack.”

  She yelped when he lightly bit her breast. “Ouch! My poor booby! What’s wrong with you? Ow! Why?”

  “Master.” He growled against her breast tissue.

  “I’m the master now? Well, then get
the hell off me.” She tried to get up, crying out when he slapped her ass. It made a delightful whacking sound that put a smile on his formerly downcast face.

  “I’m the master and I want you to remember it. When we’re fucking, you are to address me as such, unless we’re having vanilla sex and then you can call me Jack.”

  “What the heck is vanilla sex?” She winced when he bore his teeth in warning. “Master!”

  He smiled and laved the inflamed flesh as her reward. “It’s regular sex without any kink.”

  “Oh. How will I know when we’re doing what?”

  “You’ll know. This is a chocolate fuck, so you’re my slave and you have no rights. Take my shirt off.” He kept her on his lap when she tried to stand, “I didn’t tell you to stand. I’m not going to make this easy on you.”

  She did her best to remove his black sweater and shirt while sitting this close to him. Her hands ran up his muscled arms in appreciation. “I love your tattoos. They’re so hot and manly.”

  “Thank you. Kneel in front of me.” Jack was ecstatic to see her in the buff and in a submissive pose, ready to take whatever he would give her. “Pull my cock out and smell it.”

  She looked squeamish over the degrading command, but to her credit, she obeyed.

  He groaned when the warm, gentle caress of her breath was exhaled onto his rigid, throbbing shaft. “Wipe it across your nostrils like an expensive cigar.”

  She snickered but did what he asked.

  He was fighting to stay in control. It pleased him to know that regret could swiftly be chased away by the healing touch of this beautiful angel in a human disguise. “Smear the pre-cum all over your nose.”

  She paused, but then wiggled her nose against his slit, collecting the drop of moisture there. He about died of rapture. This was about power and control, but damn, he really wanted to lose it right now.

  “Come here.”

  She looked titillated by his salacious whisper. He licked the dew from his penis off her septum and she squealed. “Jack, that tickles! I mean, master. I’ll be good.”

  He grinned, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. “Put my prick between your breasts.”

  “Oh, wow.” Her green eyes shone with interest. “Okay. How are we going to do that?”

  “Less talking, Morrigan, obey me without question.”

  “Yes, sir—master.” She squished her breasts together around his phallus.

  Jack moaned at the fleshy mounds encasing his tool. The Grand Tetons indeed. This was a torrid heaven wrapped around his aching cock. She would soothe the pain of his sexual torment, if not the anguish of his soul as well. Not that he deserved emotional relief, but by god, he was going to get physical relief if he had anything to say about it.

  Morrigan moved up and down on his member, awkwardly at first, before establishing a rhythm that pleased them.

  “My darling, little bitch,” he murmured tenderly.

  Her expression conveyed amusement at what he said as well as how moved she was by the way he said it.

  “I love your tetons,” he rasped.

  She giggled. “I knew those mountains made you think of breasts. With all due respect, master, I think you’re a pervert, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

  Jack chuckled breathlessly. He was too riled up sexually to spank her for insubordination. “You’re a pervert, too, doll, letting me fuck your coconuts. I’m going to come all over them and your face.”

  Her jaw dropped. “My face?”

  “Yes, your face.” He growled, “You’re my property. I can do whatever I want with you.”

  Her eyes glazed with lust and he smiled at the way her bosom was heating from his using it. “My hoo-hah hurts.”

  He grunted with savage hunger, pleased she was as into this as he was. “Call it a pussy, or a cunt.”

  She blushed and lowered her eyes.

  “Eyes on me, Morrigan. I want you looking into my eyes while I fuck your breasts. You may close them when I finish, but I forbid you to move.” Jack struggled to speak as the red-hot sensations suddenly became white-hot and burned a scorching path of sin up his legs to his groin. A similar inferno raced down his upper body, returning to the engorged genitalia it came from.

  “Oh gosh, master, I feel like such a slut,” Morrigan panted, face blazing with arousal.

  Her confession met with his impending orgasm which exploded like dynamite into a powerful storm of sensations and spasms as he ejaculated all over her tits and face, reinforcing what she said. He sat there a moment in silent awe, shivering with the aftershock of the licentious earthquake his lover just set off inside of him.

  “You are a slut, now, Morrigan, my slut.”

  Her cheeks pinked, but she grinned. “Can I wash this off now?”

  The sadist in him kicked in full throttle. “No, I want you to eat it.”

  Her eyes became saucers. “You’re joking, right?”

  “Does this look like the face of a man who’s joking?”

  “No, master.”

  “You didn’t swallow me or Mark when you sucked our cocks.” Jack swiped his digits in the semen splashed across her boobs and face. “I want you to lick my hand clean, Morrigan. Then you may wash off.”

  She lapped timidly at the gooey cum before becoming braver. “It tastes kind of salty.”

  “That’s normal. Lick my hand clean. Good girl.”

  She bathed his fingers with more enthusiasm at his gentle praise.

  “Now go wash off and when you come back I’m going to spank you.”

  “What? Why?”

  “For entering my room without permission. When I have you trained and collared, you may come in here whenever you wish and sleep with me at night if you like, but until then this is my room and you need to respect my boundaries and privacy.”

  “You walked in on me yesterday morning! What about my boundaries?”

  “I’m going to push them, Morrigan. I can’t claim you until I know you want to be with me.”

  Her face lit up. “I want to be with you.”

  “In word, yes, but in action, that has yet to be determined. I need more than sex from you. I need your obedience and…”

  He was going to say love and forgiveness but stopped himself. Why did he? Why did he need forgiveness for a past he could never bear to reveal to her? Why did he need the affection of a woman he was required to bring down to the depths of Hades?

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Do what I said and, Morrigan, thank you for that. It was amazing. We’re going to have to work on your chatter when I’m giving you instructions, but otherwise that was a good first run for a new slave.”

  She didn’t seem to know how to respond to this. “Thanks.”

  “Don’t get dressed. I’m not done with you just yet. Now go wash in the bathroom and come back to me so I can spank you and give you a toy.”

  “The vibrator?” She sounded excited.

  “Not without Mark. This is a different toy. Now off with you.”

  Her face went pallid. “You want me to go out there in front of them naked?”

  “Why not? Mark has already seen you that way.”

  “What about Quinn and Damon?”

  “They’re gay, remember?”

  “Are you sure?”

  He chuckled. “Quite sure, but even if they’re bisexual, you really can’t complain. It would mean a ménage à cinq for all of us.”

  Her scandalized gasp was hilarious, but the wolf in him could detect the curious yearning inside of her. She had questions and he had answers. She had a taboo hunger that she couldn’t understand rumbling inside of her and he held the forbidden fruit in his hands. All she had to do was eat it and bask in the illicit passion he showered on her.

  “Is that what you’re secretly hoping for?” she asked.

  “Do you want me to spank you right now with cum all over your face? I can let it dry and flake if you insist on delaying to obey me.”

  Morrigan
took a deep, shaky breath and opened the bedroom door, exposing her nudity to his friends. Her hands were shaking as she walked out into the living room where they were.

  Jack was absolutely beaming over this. She obeyed him. Despite her utter humiliation, she submitted to his desires and allowed herself to be molded by his will. He felt a mad fusion of exhilaration and hope. Now they were getting somewhere. “Morrigan!”

  She returned and poked her head around the corner, face flushed with embarrassment. “What?”

  Even he noticed how low and husky his voice became when he said, “Bring Mark back with you.”

  Chapter Five:

  Unity

  Tremors of fear and humiliation lay siege to Morrigan’s body as she stepped out into the living room where the other three guys were still decorating for Christmas. Their eyes became saucers and their jaws dropped in unison when they saw her tiptoeing past them. When she realized they saw her, she scampered down the hall with embarrassment and slammed the door shut once she reached the security of the bathroom.

  Darn Jack for this. She washed the cum off her face and breasts, startled when she heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?”

  “Mark. Are you okay?”

  She quickly dried off and donned the robe hanging on the back of the door. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  She opened the door, her heart seizing a little when she saw Mark standing there in all his endearing charm and buff glory.

  “Jack is feeling better, I see,” he teased.

  She blushed. “I can’t go back out there naked.”

  “He would be disappointed if you didn’t.”

  “Well, Jack can kiss my booty.”

  “Is that a fact, my dear?” Jack now stood directly behind Mark, peering in at her.

  Morrigan gasped in alarm, hugging herself as if to keep the robe on permanently. “Jack, I didn’t see you standing there.”

  He grinned devilishly. “So it would seem. I already owe you a spanking, darling, let’s not add to that, shall we? Follow me, both of you.”

  They followed quietly while Quinn and Damon looked on, trying to act normal again.