Deadly Desires (22 page)

Donavon kept taking glances toward Jason licking Marcella’s pussy. Fuck, he was so turned on. It’d been forever since he’d got to pleasure his queen. And the fact that she’d asked him to stay made him extremely happy. He’d missed everything about her. From her smell, to her taste.

He ran his tongue over the swell of her breast and made his way back to the hard nub. She moaned loudly as he pulled her nipple, gently between his teeth.

“You like that?”

Marcella looked over at him and bit her lip. The look alone haunted his dreams. “Yes.”

Donavon lifted and brushed his lips against hers, gently. “Then I’ll continue to do it for as long as you wish.” A cry came from her mouth while she pulled at the restraints.

“I need more. Fuck, I want to touch you. Wrap my arms around you. Wrap my fingers through your hair. Untie me, Donavon. Let me suck your cock.”

Samael shook his head. “Not yet, Marcella. You can suck his cock, but you’ll not use your hands.”

A groan came from her mouth and she pulled, again. “Donavon, please. Just come up here. I have to taste you.”

His clothes were gone the moment she said she’d wanted him. The bed shifted as he moved up to become level with her head. Just seeing her mouth part, so ready for him, caused throbbing to race down his thick length. Donavon lowered and rubbed the head of his cock over her lips. The pre-cum glistened under the light.

“Oh my…god.” Her tongue licked over the wetness. “You taste so good. I want you all the way to the back of my throat.”

If she kept talking like that it was going to kill him. He looked over at Samael, who pulled at Marcella’s nipple. Their queen obviously was loving what they were all doing. The flush that was taking over her skin was beautiful.

“All right, now we can untie you. You’re going to suck mine and Donavon’s cocks, and I want you to put everything you got into it. It better be good, too, or else I’ll punish you by holding your orgasm at bay.” He nodded to Donavon, and they set her free. Marcella grabbed at both of their lengths greedily. Just feeling her touch against him had Donavon clenching his jaw. The tightness only got worse when she began taking turns licking the pre-cum from their tips. As she gripped tighter at the base of his thickness, he knew he was lost. And he was perfectly sure he was okay with that.

* * * *

The aching in Samael’s core was agony. Jason had been at Marcella’s pussy now for almost thirty minutes. It was driving him crazy seeing her move her hips so erotically against his face. As the collector rose and positioned himself between Marcella’s thighs, he sighed in relief.

The tip of her tongue traced around the head of Samael’s cock and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. It’d been months since he’d come. The buildup was so intense he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last another minute.

Suction pulled him deep inside of her mouth. He reached forward, rolling her tight nipple between his fingers. A moan vibrated down his length and he clenched his jaw.

“Holy shit. You’re so tight.” Jason pressed his lips together while he inched inside of her. Samael watched the stress on his face. At least he and Donavon weren’t the only ones having a hard time containing themselves. Jason looked ready to explode.

Sweat collected at his brow, and Samael was in the same boat as the other collector. It was one thing to have Marcella stroking his cock and sucking on him and Donavon at the same time, but to have that, plus seeing her enjoy Jason thrusting into her pussy was entirely something else.

Marcella reached up and grabbed onto Samael’s forearm. “Faster, Jason. I’m so close.” She turned toward Donavon and began taking him deep into her mouth, while still stroking Samael. There was no relief to ease his build-up. Her grip was the perfect pressure.

Jason picked up the pace and Marcella’s breasts began to rock at the movement. A groan came from Samael’s throat as she came back to him. He let his head fall back so he could savor the sensations. Dominic was definitely a lot like him. The torture of drawing out the need to come was one of Samael’s favorite parts. Marcella’s tongue trailed down the underside of his cock and he watched her make her way to his tight sac. At the first contact of warmth he jerked forward and threw his hands on Donavon and Jason’s shoulder.

A cry came from their mouths, and Jason pushed into her faster and harder. Marcella screamed against him at her orgasm. She sucked his sac into her mouth and continued making sounds against him.

Samael looked into Jason’s eyes. Sweat was dripping down from his nose as he fought the pleasure he was experiencing from Marcella and Samael’s touch. “You’re going to come, Jason. And you’re going to do it right now.” He turned to Donavon. “I hope you’re ready.”

“Shit!” Jason pulled himself forward and rested his head against Samael’s shoulder. As they all came, Samael had never felt closer to Marcella’s other half. He thought all the hate he’d harbored for the collector over their past had been gone a long time ago. But only then, as they rested against each other, did he know that it was completely gone. Jason had never been a threat. Samael had been his own worst enemy, and the evil he’d carried inside of himself only fed the negativity concerning the collector. It’d been a blessing that Marcella had turned him. Only now could he truly see the errors he’d made throughout his life. He was done with evil. He might have to play a role as demon master, but he’d never go back to the dark ways. Ever.

The great hall was filled with new people that Marcella had never seen before. Donavon had done an amazing job with recruiting. She looked around and smiled at all the curious faces. The pressure against both her arms increased as Samael and Ambrose moved in closer. Before, she’d traditionally walked with two men at her sides, but now it didn’t have anything to do with her customs, and everything to do with them trying to protect her.

“The lion pack from the Panhandle Region,” Donavon announced.

Marcella noticed there were maybe twenty. Small for a pack in Texas, but she knew when it came to shifters that some species weren’t as widespread as others. The wolves had flocked in by the thousands once Donavon had made the call, and now this was the third lion pack in the state of Texas who’d shown up at their door. The fortress was beginning to become so crowded that it was downright amazing.

The rounding of her stomach became exposed as she walked forward to meet them. She couldn’t believe she was already in her fifth month. Time was flying by, and the more she threw herself into connecting with the different people of the paranormal world, the more she became lost to the days and weeks that passed. It was only a matter of time before the leader of the fey community would arrive. Since leaving was out of the question, she’d sent her men in pairs to do the job for her. They went in not trying to collect souls, but offering an invitation to come to the fortress for information on how things worked. It made the potential followers feel a lot more comfortable. It also gave them time to think over the proposition they’d been given.

Marcella bowed to a man in his early forties. It was amazing how much more in tune she’d become since her pregnancy. She didn’t need a person’s soul anymore to be able to know their life’s history.

“Zachariah. I thank you for gracing us with your presence. It’s an honor to finally meet you. I’ve heard great things about your pack and leadership in the lion community.”

He bowed his head. “Queen Marcella. Thank you for the opportunity to be able to see the place we’re debating to call our home. I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical when we first pulled up. I’ve never seen a projection before. I thought the small house was indeed your fortress. Your power alone shows me that your men weren’t lying when they praised your strength. It also gives truth to the stories they told about you being able to keep our souls safe.”

Marcella led him into the large meeting room she had for the gatherings. It looked like a large living area. There were multiple couches and lounges throughout the space. She watched them all take a seat, and she did the same on a sofa that faced where the alpha sat. The comfort of her potential followers was crucial. She wanted them to feel at home.

“What my men told you was the truth.”

“Indeed. After they left it gave me plenty of time to research the roles of soul collectors. It led me to your story. Or what we know about it. I have to ask. If a battle were to commence in the future, we understand the terms are that we’re promised to protect you and keep you safe, but my question is, what if we fail? What happens to our souls then?”

“When your soul is taken, depending on your life and where you’re meant to go, you will be sent there upon my death. Just because I truly die it doesn’t mean you’re stuck with me or one of my collectors forever. We’re just a vessel, per se. But we both know, when it comes down to it, I’m the most powerful collector you’ll ever meet. I don’t plan to die this time, Zachariah. Let’s say I do, though. No worries, you’ll be safe. You get to your final destination, regardless. And it’s further than you’d get if you weren’t harbored by one of us at all.”

“Very true,” the alpha nodded. “Well, I think we’d like to stay. Your men told us that the ceremony usually happens within the week a new pack arrives, so that’ll give us time to see how things work here. I understand that one of your collectors will actually be the one who holds our souls. Not you.” He looked down at her stomach. “I take it the baby is why?”

Her hand instinctively settled on her stomach. “Yes, the ritual requires a lot of my blood. I can’t risk my son’s health. But do know that your souls are as safe with them as they are with me. My collectors cannot die unless I do, so the outcome is the same either way.”

“That’s what they said. I just wanted to make sure.” He stood, and Marcella and her men rose from the couch.

“Please make yourself at home. We’re all in this together so I ask that there be no fighting whatsoever. We hold shifters of all kinds, vampires, and fey will be here later. If any of you have a problem with that, you know where the door is. I can’t risk my people getting injured because of a hidden prejudice against what they are. They know the rules, and I guarantee you they know better than to disobey my wishes. They’re actually all becoming very good friends. I’m sure if you give them a chance, they’ll embrace you fully. Does everyone understand?”

Zachariah bowed. “My men will not cause any problems. I promise.”

“Good.” Marcella smiled and led them out into the great hall. “Help yourself to whatever you’d like. Your quarters will be on the east wing, where the shifters stay. They have those quarters strictly to themselves. The vampires stay on the west wing. Please respect their space and only go there if you’re accompanied with one, or have their permission. We try to keep things as respectful here as we can. I understand people need privacy and that’s important in a place where a lot of individuals live together.”

He nodded and she watched them head for the stairs that led to their domain. Samael’s arm tightened around her and Marcella leaned into his chest. Something caught her attention and she stared across the room.

“Who are those men huddled together over there?” She turned to Ambrose as he looked in the general direction.

“I think those are some of the wolves who got here a few days ago. I can call Donavon if you’d like.” Ambrose pulled out his phone but she shook her head.

Marcella closed her eyes, letting her mind guide her. “No, let’s just keep an eye on them. I’m not sure what they’re up to, but I have a weird feeling about them being so secretive. No one has a conversation leaning that close together.”

One of them looked right at her and Marcella felt herself step forward. Ben came up and began talking to Ambrose and Samael. The words coming from his mouth didn’t even break through as she held the man’s eyes.

The length of the great hall disappeared behind her while she walked toward him. The other men began staring at her, too, and she couldn’t get over their expressions. They were unreadable, yet she couldn’t stop the concern it made her feel. She needed to get them out. Everything inside of her knew she didn’t want them here.

Samael’s voice called out to her. Marcella turned and watched as his curiosity faded to fear in slow motion. So many flashes from the past covered her. She jerked her attention to the men as everything else practically stood still. The knife flying in her direction was level with her stomach.

A gasp exploded from her mouth as the speed increased considerably. Power burst from her body as she pushed the energy out to shield herself from the blade. Cement crumbled from the floor and began to roll toward them in a tidal wave of flying pieces of concrete. The ground shook under her feet, and a loud groaning from the walls filled her ears. The devastation before her was catastrophic. She’d only been trying to protect herself and reflect the knife, and yet, her great hall looked like a bomb had gone off.

Dust from the broken floor filled the air, making her cough. “Marcella!” Her men ran up. Ambrose pulled her into his arms, but Samael kept walking toward where the men had been. A sword appeared in his hand. Light reflected from the blade and the tattoos disappeared from his arms. Marcella knew his anger had pulled him into his demon master.

“Are you okay?” Ambrose turned her to face him. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Yeah, I can’t believe that just happened.” People began to crowd behind them, but she barely noticed. Ben came to her side and she couldn’t get over how the events had played out. Jason bust into the room at a full sprint, and Zepar was right behind him. They were drenched with sweat from practice.