Deadly Desires (6 page)

An outtake of breath came from Samael. “More than you know. I want to start over. I want to change what happened.”

“You can never do that,” Marcella whispered. “What’s done is done, Samael. But for tonight I’ll be your wife. Technically it would be our honeymoon, with it being our first time to ever make love. Show me how you would have come to me.”

A tear fell on her cheek, and she took Samael’s mouth greedily. Maybe it wasn’t really their honeymoon, but the healing that would happen for both of them at replacing the bad memory of the past was just as good as if today had been that unhappy day so many years ago.

* * * *

The pain associated with remembering how he’d taken vows to this woman and abandoned her basically at the altar were so overwhelming that Samael was sure his heart was going to crumble into a million pieces. She must have gone through so much pain those first few years at him hardy ever showing his face. To be programmed to love someone and never get anything in return…He couldn’t imagine. The closest comparison he could muster was thinking that she could have kicked him out, once she found out who he truly was this morning. That would have killed him.

Fingertips pushed against his back and urged him on. Marcella might not truly be his wife anymore, but at least he could get his masochistic fix when they were alone together. It hurt to think of her as Marcianna, and the demon in him needed the pain. Fed off of it.

Samael looked down into her face and waved his hand out across his quarters. An exact replica of the room that had been prepared for them for their wedding night appeared, and Marcella gasped. She looked around and then down at herself. A red silk gown was pulled up to her hips. A large
V
shape exposed the cleavage of her breasts. Against the black silk sheets she looked radiant.

Samael bit his lip and debated doing what he wanted to the most. He opened his palm and looked down at the ring. Marcella lifted on her elbows and gasped. Their eyes connected, and so many emotions Samael hadn’t felt before engulfed him.

Shaky fingers lifted, and he stared at Marcella’s hand. Slowly he slid the ring onto her finger. Some unknown force of energy burst through the room. “You’re mine, forever. Even if it is only in these secluded moments.”

The diamonds glistened against the surrounding candlelight. Marcella looked at her hand and brought her gaze up to him. Whatever she was thinking, she was keeping it to herself. Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck and she pulled him down to her.

Samael felt his cock slide tightly into her pussy. He began to thrust slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of him claim her soul. And he would, literally. From the moment Dominic had come up with the brilliant plan, he knew she’d have to hand out a soul to each of them in the final stage of making them collectors. Little did she or anyone else know, Samael had already picked the one that belonged to him, personally. Hers.

“Samael.” Marcella moaned his name while he pushed deeper into her core. It was time. He closed his eyes and imagined her having the most mind-blowing orgasm she’d ever had in her life. He brushed his fingers across her clit and listened as the screams echoed off the walls.

Her pussy tightly clutched along his length. Samael began to thrust harder, making another orgasm follow the one she’d just had. This time he wanted it to be better than the last. Marcella gasped for air as her head tossed from side to side.

“Fuck,” she panted. “Samael.” She opened her eyes as her orgasm began to decrease.

“Tell me you love me.” He needed to hear her say it. Had yearned for it for centuries. As he pulled her to her knees and faced her away from him, he entered her, keeping her molded to his chest.

Her face looked back at him. The heaviness of her lids barely showed the golden color of her eyes. “You know I love you. I’ve always loved you, Samael.” He surged faster and began to rub circles around the sensitive part of her pussy. The moment he pulled at her nipple, he let her release. Spasms made her body convulse. Marcella jerked forward to place her hands down on the bed. The connection of their bodies broke, and he couldn’t stand it.

Samael lifted to fit against her. He wrapped his arm between her breasts and gripped against her shoulder to drive himself home.

The contrast of her hand against the dark comforter caught his attention and the ring was his undoing. He felt himself swell and did everything he could to fight it. It was useless. He’d waited for this moment for far too long. His teeth bit into Marcella’s shoulder, but she jerked back and flipped him over, catching him by surprise.

Pale legs separated and he stared, mesmerized, as she lowered herself down his cock. “You’re so close to coming, Samael. I want you to, so bad, and I want you to come in me.”

He shook his head, not ready to end their joining. Realization hit hard, and he looked at her. Marcella wasn’t just a collector fucking one of her mates. She was fucking her true mate. The one she’d been created for. The same rules didn’t apply to them as it did with everyone else.

“I can’t do that, Marcella. Not unless…”

“I know the consequences it might bring. Do it, Samael. Don’t you see? It has to be you this time. You’re the key. We’ll do this as many times as it takes.”

God, those eyes. How many times had he gotten off to her look, alone? Just the thought of coming inside of her was the biggest fantasy he could have ever had. He was never strong enough to even let his thoughts go there. It was forbidden unless the couple was ready to deal with the consequences. She wasn’t just asking for it. She was begging, and he wasn’t about to deny her.

The warmth of her skin burned into his hands while he gripped her hips and moved her at his own pace. That wonderful pressure thickened his cock, and Samael brought her mouth down to his. He triggered her orgasm and let her scream into him as he shot himself deep inside of her. Heaven floated around him, and Samael could feel the sweat covering their bodies as she fell to his chest.

Things couldn’t have turned out any better between them. As Marcella’s breathing slowed, he knew he’d worn her out. A smile came to his face and he wrapped his arms around her and turned her body to lie along his. He closed his eyes, ready to have the best damn sleep of his life.

Marcella got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. For the first time in a long time, she felt herself radiating with goodness. Her monthly had come, just as she knew it would. Being with Samael had set certain actions into motion, and there was no waiting over ten years for her collector body to become fertile. From the beginning of this new life, her instincts had told her what needed to be done. And damn if she didn’t want this more than anything.

Instead of materializing clothes around her Marcella had brought in an outfit that she planned on actually putting on herself. She needed to learn to stop counting on her skills for everything. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to do a lot of things, and it was better if she got into the groove now. She needed to start making herself eat, and it needed to be healthy.

The gold color of her eyes was especially light today. She dismissed it and slid the loose sundress over her body. Usually she would have worn one of her medieval style dresses, but something was different. She couldn’t understand it. Shrugging it off, she opened the door and headed to the balcony to get some sun. The men were already outside waiting for her. Well, all of them but Samael. He’d spent the last two days buried in his room for reasons she wasn’t sure of.

“Wow, look at you,” Jason said picking up her arm and letting her spin around in a complete circle. “You look like the Marcy I used to know.”

She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “I thought I could use some sun. I think my skin is going to become translucent if I keep hiding inside.”

“Really?” Donavon asked, curious.

“No, dumbass,” Dominic spit out. “She’s playing.”

“How was I supposed to know? Geez, Dom. What in the hell has gotten into you lately? You’re being mean.”

Marcella looked over at him. “You have been pretty different the last few days. Do you want to talk?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m good. Just stressed. I can’t shake off that dream I had the other day. It was bad.”

“It sounded like it.” Marcella recalled his dream and knew exactly what he’d seen. Hell, she remembered going through those actual events, herself. Dying at the hand of the Devil, while she carried Jason’s child, wasn’t something she liked remembering.

The sun beat into her skin and Marcella could feel herself already starting to sweat. She’d forgotten how brutal the Texas sun was. She groaned. “How in the world do you all sit out here all day? I’m baking and I haven’t even been standing here for more than five minutes.”

Dominic laughed. “Feels like home to me.”

They all looked toward him and Jason died laughing. “I figured it’d be a lot hotter than this.”

“Not at all. Quite normal, actually. I mean, yeah, it’s full of pain at every step, but not the kind you think. It’s all emotional. Sadness, anger, sorrow, it’s like a perfume in the air. Everyone has their own internal battles going on. But then you have the really bad people. Now they have to relive what they inflicted here on Earth. Torture times ten. Over and Over. I’d hate to be them.”

Donavon shuddered. “Me, too. That sounds horrible.”

“It is,” Dominic said lowly.

Marcella looked toward Samael’s door. “Have any of you talked with him today?” Her men shook their heads. She was half tempted to go knock on the door, but stopped herself.

“He’s meeting with the masters.” Dominic continued to stare out into the distance. “It’s that time again. Although”—his eyes narrowed and he looked at her—”I really thought he’d be here by now. He usually gets in at dawn. Maybe he’s sleeping.”

Just knowing he’d been with the council had her heading toward his room. She gripped the knob and opened the door. His room was back to normal. No dark walls or black silk sheets. She looked at the empty bed and made the ring appear on her finger just so she could see it again. An aching raced through her heart. She almost didn’t want to take it off, but the fact of the matter was they weren’t married anymore.

“It becomes you.”

Marcella jumped at Samael’s voice. She hadn’t seen him appear before her. The dark suit he wore fit to his large body perfectly, and she had to stop herself from trying to get closer to him. The ring disappeared at her thought, and she tried not to let the memories of them being together overpower her. The truth was, all she had to do was picture it and she could still feel him filling her completely. The experience was burned into her brain permanently.

“How did the meeting go?” The last thing she wanted to do was bring up why she’d had the ring on her finger when there was no reason for it to be.

“Same ol’ bullshit. Nothing we need to worry about.” His eyes raked down her body, and he took a deep breath. “Your scent is stronger today. It happened, didn’t it?”

Marcella couldn’t keep the smile from her face. “Yes. It came this morning.”

He nodded, and she watched as he turned his back and walked over to the bar at the far end of the room. She couldn’t help feeling like something was off with him.

“Are you upset?” Two steps were as far as she got before he turned to her.

“Upset…no.” Scotch filled his glass, and Samael took a long drink. He turned to her and advanced so fast Marcella felt her eyes go big. The power of his arms locked around her, and he crushed his mouth down to hers. The liquor washed over her tongue and she moaned at their connection. He pulled back and looked into her face. “I’m sorry. I…” He took steps backward with an alarming look on his face.

“What is it, Samael? Talk to me.”

“You don’t understand. Now that you’re”—he paused—”fertile, my cravings for you are intensified far worse than I could have ever imagined. You’ll have to be careful. Jason and Dom are compatible with your collector. Give it a few hours and they’ll be pining over you a hundredfold. The moment the bleeding stops, there will be a two day window for them. It’s not like most humans where ovulation comes usually around two weeks. Yours will be immediate.”

“You said ‘with them.’” Marcella came close to him. “It’s different with you though. When is your window?”

He threw back the rest of the scotch, and the way his eyes burned into her made her stomach tighten. “It’s the same. But are you sure you think it should be me? Jason is your other half. Dominic is your mate. Don’t you think that would be best?”

Marcella narrowed her eyes. “Don’t start pushing me away, Samael.”

“I’m not,” he rushed in. “I just don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret.”

“Regret?” Marcella shook her head, confused. “Samael, I wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you. I was made for you. I
want
it to be you.”

The door opened and she watched Jason peek his head in. “Lover’s quarrel?”

“No.” Marcella looked back at Samael. “It will be you, or it won’t be anyone at all.” She pushed around Jason and nearly ran the length of the balcony. She couldn’t believe this. Something was going on with her dark angel. She could feel his withdraw. He may not have wanted to, but a part of him was pulling away.