Deadly Desires (11 page)

“I’m going to rest.” She turned to her collectors. “Will you let them know that we leave at sunset? I would like to see them all before our departure.”

“Will do,” Jason said, in between bites of eggs. Ambrose just nodded. She looked to Samael. “Would you like to rest with me?”

Jason leaned forward. “I wanted him to watch the vampires train. They’re getting so good.”

Marcella groaned. Apparently that had gone right over Jason’s head. “It’s daytime, Jason. They prefer to train at night.”

“We cover the bailey against the light so it doesn’t hurt their eyes,” he said with a huge smile.

“Jason.” Marcella tried to stop the warmth coming to her cheeks. “I
need
Samael with me.”

He looked at her, confused. The bottle of prenatal pills caught her attention, and Marcella picked it up and shook it in his direction.

“Oooh. He can watch later then.”

Samael’s eyes lifted to her, and she saw the heat blazing behind them. “It’s time?”

“Yes.” Marcella could feel her heart racing. They’d been intimate before, but this time it was completely different. They weren’t just going to his room to have sex, or even make love. She and Samael were going to try to conceive a child. Out of everything so far, this moment defined her life. It was the most important decision she’d ever had to make, and it was the right one. She wanted this baby. Needed it more than she needed anything.

Samael stood and took her hand. Something passed between them as they stared into each other’s eyes. He leaned down to her until his lips were right next to her ear. “Let’s go make our baby,” he whispered.

Fingers wrapped around the back of her neck and Marcella felt the silk of Samael’s bed suddenly behind her. Dark hair fell forward as he looked down at her. “I’ve waited for this moment as long as I can remember.” He lifted and grabbed the straps of Marcella’s sundress. Slowly, he lowered the material down from her body. She’d been so used to making the clothes disappear that, as the fabric trailed down her body, she felt the sensations of the cotton as it lowered.

“You are so beautiful.” Samael lowered and took her tight nipple into his mouth. A shiver raced down her body.

Marcella turned her head and noticed the room was suddenly the same as the last time. Candles flickered against the dark walls. She looked down at the silk. It was no longer white but black. Her heart was in her throat as she lifted her hand. It was bare. His blue eyes lifted up to her while he pushed to his knees. His hand came out before her and held the ring. “The decision is yours. You don’t have to be my wife to conceive my child. Trust me, nothing would make me happier, but the fact remains. You’re not my wife anymore.”

The diamonds sparkled against the light. Did she want to play the role of his wife while she went through the biggest decision of her life? She knew she didn’t have to. But everything she was made up of screamed to belong to him. Her hand was shaking as she moved it forward. She couldn’t ever remember feeling so scared. “I would like to be yours for this. When I think back on the day our child was made, I want to remember this exact moment.”

Samael swallowed hard. “Nothing would make me happier.” He slowly slid the ring down her finger. The sense of finality as it went into place was one that settled heavily in the pit of her stomach. The pain of pretending was almost too much. Did she really want to be one with Samael and still have her men? The ingrained feeling of being ultimately his would never go away. She knew that as much as she breathed.

The dress slid past her hips and Marcella lifted to help make it easier. Samael stared down at her body for a long time, taking it in. As he lowered to her belly and began kissing it, Marcella couldn’t ignore the butterflies that took over. It was so intimate. Just knowing that he was kissing the location where their child would be, and that he was embracing the act so much, was almost too much. Her breathing deepened as he made a path down to her inner thighs.

Teeth gently nibbled the tender flesh and Marcella let out a soft cry. “You smell so mouthwatering. Your scent is peaked right now, and it calls to me so strongly. I can’t wait to bury myself inside of you.”

Marcella moaned as his tongue pushed down the length of her slit. Her body was beginning to hum with sensitivity, and she could feel the wetness increase. At the breach of his tongue into her opening, she pushed her pussy down against him. The sound that came out of his mouth was one of pure pleasure. He was enjoying tasting her as much as she was relishing in feeling it.

A finger slid into her pussy, deep, and she moved her hips to match his thrusts. As he sucked her clit into his mouth Marcella felt spasms rock her body. She knew he was controlling her orgasms and she loved it. A growl tore from his throat.

“You can’t imagine how powerful your taste is right now. I can’t wait. I need you.” Samael covered her body with his, and she spread her legs wide for him. Her stomach was twisting with want and she couldn’t wait to have him fill her.

The tip of his cock pushed against her opening, and Marcella sunk her nails into his back as he drove his length deep into her core. A scream came from her mouth, and he hadn’t been responsible for her orgasm. That one had come on its own. He looked down at her and crushed his lips to hers. The pressure from his hips drove into her thighs and he rotated to thrust deeper.

“You feel amazing,” Marcella said against his mouth. She couldn’t get over how he gave her that filling of being full. Every time he moved inside of her, she could feel herself clutch to his thickness greedily.

“So do you.” Samael increased the rhythm. The need to pull her legs up came instinctively, but he stopped and shook his head. “I want you on your knees. I’m going to be so deep that my cum will never leave you.”

A delicious tremor rocked her body at his words. Gently he turned her over and pushed the top part of her back down. “Rest your face on the bed.” He pulled up her ass and locked his arm around her waist. A cry came from her mouth as his cock slid inside of her at a pace that was nothing less than torturous. “Fuck,” he whispered.

At the pressure of his thumb against her ass, Marcella could feel herself push back. “Yes,” she moaned. The tightening in her stomach was almost too much. Her fingers moved to cover the top of her slit, and as he entered her ass a little more, she slid down and began to touch where he entered her pussy. Gripping around his cock, she moved in the opposite direction of his thrusts. Samael’s breathing became faster. At the brush against his sac she felt him swell.

“Make me come, Samael. I need…” The tightening to release was almost unbearable.

“We’re both going to come together. Right now.” Warmth shot deep within her core and Marcella screamed and grasped Samael’s wrist as her own orgasm took over. A growl tore through the room, and he pushed himself deep as he pumped into her. It was heaven. Absolute bliss.

“Shit.” He collapsed to her back and held her tightly for a few seconds before they came to rest, curled in each other’s arms. “You should close your eyes for a bit.” He pushed the hair back from her face. “We’ll go again in half an hour.”

Marcella felt her eyes go big. “Again?”

“And again. And again. My cock isn’t going to leave your pussy until I’m positive you’re pregnant.” Samael grabbed the back of her knee and pulled her leg over his stomach. “Postpone the trip until after the window. Let’s not miss a single opportunity to make our child. If it doesn’t work this time it could be months before we get another chance.”

He was right. Recruiting could wait. It was imperative she got pregnant now. She had to. The sense of importance went beyond her understanding, and she wasn’t stupid enough to ignore it.

“Okay.” Marcella lifted her chest and felt him spring up.

“No. You stay lying down as much as possible. I’ll go inform them.”

She eased back to the bed and watched as he got dressed. He paused and walked over to place a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you for choosing me. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.” Before she could answer he disappeared. A smile came to her face as she rolled to her side. Two days alone with Samael while they tried to conceive a baby. She couldn’t believe her life had led her to this moment.

Marcella looked down and pressed her hand against her stomach. “Please bless with me a child.” She closed her eyes and felt exhaustion take over. A yawn came from her mouth as Samael reappeared.

“It’s done. No one will interrupt us unless it’s an emergency.” Samael scooped her into his arms and carried her into the large adjoining restroom. She was barely able to stay awake while he filled the tub and placed her in the warm water.

“Why am I so tired?” The warmth had her continually drifting off. She jerked her eyes open and turned until she was looking up at his. The swell of her breasts rested on his stomach, and he looked at them before bringing his eyes up to look at her.

A hungry expression passed over his face. “Your body is working on overdrive right now. It’s not used to it. You’re probably going to be pretty tired for a good week, then you should go back to normal after that.” Samael began washing her back and Marcella rested her head against his chest. The weight of her hair made it almost impossible to hold her head up. God, she hoped she could make it through the next two days, awake.

* * * *

Samael dried off Marcella’s sleeping frame and laid her in the center of his bed. As he crawled in and pulled the covers over them, he molded their bodies together. He set an internal alarm for an hour. After that they needed to go again. Mating was always hard on the female, and he knew the next two days were going to wear on her. It was worse that it was her first cycle. She wasn’t prepared for what the experience entailed.

Light snoring filled the air, and Samael couldn’t help but smile. He still couldn’t believe that she’d fallen asleep in the middle of having a bath. Maybe it was good that she was so exhausted. That meant her body was working extra hard, and it would have to. Collectors had a hard time getting pregnant to begin with. They’d learned that the hard way in the past. Marcella had been with Jason for over two hundred years, having a cycle every ten years, before she got pregnant. Samael sure as hell hoped it wouldn’t be as hard with them.

Consciousness began to fade and he could feel sleep begin to overtake him. Flashes appeared before him in the form of a dream but he pushed it away. He’d had nightmares about the day she died for so long that it got to the point where he was able to ignore any disturbance to his sleep. Weight settled over him and Samael jumped at Marcella’s hand traveling over his chest. He opened his eyes to see her awake.

“Again.”

He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. “You’ve only been resting for a little over a half hour.

“It’s time. I feel it.” Her eyes were barely open, but he nodded.

Samael pulled her on top of him. At the feel of the wetness between her legs rubbing against his lower stomach, his cock hardened instantly. “Your pussy is so ready for me. I haven’t even touched you yet.” He reached over her ass and massaged his fingers against her swollen folds.

“Yes,” Marcella moaned.

The length of his cock rested against her ass. As she began to move against his fingers, the friction of their skin had him throbbing. The head kept sliding against her soft roundness, and he groaned at the need to enter her wet pussy.

“Samael.” The name sounded desperate as it left her mouth. Foreplay could come next time. What she needed at the moment wasn’t drawn out pleasure. Her body had forced itself awake for one thing, and one thing only. His cum.

Tightness gripped around his thickness, regardless of the fact that Marcella was extremely wet. A sigh came from her mouth and she moaned from deep within her body. “Your cock is such a perfect fit for me,” she whispered.

He gripped her back and shoulder as he began to inch into her. Heaven help him, he was ready for more. More and more, and an endless supply of being inside of her. His hand traveled up and angled her face to him. As he drank in her sweet mouth, nothing felt more right. Golden eyes burned into his as she broke their kiss. Moans came from her mouth and she tightened even more around his cock. Her orgasm had her continuously making sounds.

Samael sat up and cradled her body out in front of him so he could watch her as he thrust into her pussy. He wanted to see her expressions. To memorize the pleasure she expressed as he brought it to her.

The fullness of her breasts bounced as he drew her down onto his cock faster. Long black curls fanned across his finger and dropped down to the bed, blending in with the dark silk sheets. With each thrust he could see Marcella’s face begin to glow with beautiful shades of pink. She was flushed, and breathtaking.

“Faster,” she moaned. Her hands grasped his biceps hard. Samael felt his forearms flex underneath her back as he moved her up and down faster. Her head leaned forward and her breathing deepened. “Yes, yes.” Her screams were getting louder and they drove him on. The pressure began to build in his cock, and Samael rolled them forward and surged into her pussy, exploding his cum deep within her. Blood trailed down his side from where Marcella’s nails had broken through his skin, but he hardly noticed as he looked into her smiling face. Her beauty hypnotized him and all he could do was return the gesture.