Poisonous Pleasure (30 page)

Ambrose slid his cock against her slit. The warmth emanating from her caused him to bite his lower lip. She felt so good, so hot and ready for him. He pushed the tip against the opening of her pussy, breathing heavily at the juices that greeted him.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

Tightness gripped around him as he slowly inched his way into her. He wrapped his arm across her chest holding her firmly against him while he rotated his other fingers repeatedly.

“God, I missed this,” she whispered.

Her words filled his heart with love. Flashes of their past teased his mind, but he didn’t want to see them now. All Ambrose wanted to focus on was the moment happening before him.

Taking in the scent of her skin, he buried his face in the side of her neck. She smelled so familiar. This is where he was meant to be, with her, no matter where that led him. For all he cared, Gwendolyn could take over or do whatever she wanted. The only responsibility he had now was moaning beautifully in front of him.

“Let me taste you, Marcella. Allow me to give you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever felt.”

Waves of dark, loose, curls fell forward as she nodded her head yes. Ambrose’s heart pounded when she gave her response. Just knowing that he was going to be able to taste her nearly blinded his control. She wasn’t someone he could just sink his fangs into. His queen needed gentleness.

Kissing along the softness of her neck, he trailed a path from her ear to her shoulder, running his tongue against the silkiness. His thrust slowed almost torturously, but when he felt sure her body was as relaxed as it would get, he let his fangs break through her smooth skin.

Nails bit into both of his hands. Marcella moaned loudly and tightened around his cock while her orgasm hit full force. Ambrose thrust into her deeply, feeling the power of her blood explode through him. Pleasure like he never experienced washed over in a tidal wave of desire.

The more blood he drank, the more his eyes burned. She was too powerful, too pure, but stopping almost seemed impossible. Together they were one, body and mind. Marcella’s thoughts, her emotions, surfaced. He knew everything she ever experienced in this life and every thought she ever had, all within seconds.

Pressure gripped around him again and reluctantly he broke his lips from her throat. Ambrose leaned her forward and began to thrust into her steadily. Hoarse screams came from her throat, and he didn’t stop until she panted before him. Feeling his cock swell, he pulled out spilling his cum across her ass.

Noticing what a hard time she was having getting air, he lifted her and carried her to the restroom adjoining her room. Turning the water on, he cradled her until it became warm enough for them to get in.

“You’re so much warmer now,” she whispered against his chest.

“I’ve fed. It happens. Our temperatures fluctuate a bit around the time we need to feed.”

Marcella wiggled and he let her down, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and held on to him. The top of her head rested a good two inches below his chin. He kissed her dark curls and closed his eyes against the flashes that suddenly blinded him.

“You know I would never hurt you, right? With the whole stabbing thing, you have no idea how much I regret that. I was scared at the feelings I felt for you. You have to understand, it’s been hundreds of years and my ability to trust is not so good.”

“Shh, no more talking. I know why you did it.”

“But you have to know…”

“I do, Ambrose. I felt it when you were drinking. I saw and experienced everything you have. I’m so sorry my old self was responsible for some of the things you’ve been through.”

“I’m not sure how you knew I’d become a vampire, Marcella.”

“I know I did. I’m not sure how, but I knew, or else I never would have brought you back so soon. Don’t you see, Ambrose? I needed you to be what you are in order for the result to be different this time. I’m a horrible person. Dominic, I sentenced to hell. Hell! Donavon is lord knows where, and doing lord knows what. Shit, we don’t even know what he is. I made you a vampire. Jason is the only one I didn’t curse with something. I’m not sure why I’ve done the things I have, but I intend to find out.”

* * * *

Dominic stood in his doorway staring at the entrance to Marcella’s room. He hadn’t moved since she and Ambrose proceeded up the stairs. Repeated screams echoed from down the few steps leading to her tower. A part of him wanted to rush up there even though he knew they weren’t screams of pain.

“How long do you think this is going to go on? I don’t like to hear her getting off if I’m not one of the ones involved.”

“I’m not sure, but I know what you mean.”

Jason stood facing him from the opening of his room. It seemed he wasn’t the only one having a hard time adjusting to the way things were.

“How mad do you think she’d be if we went up there and disturbed them?”

Dominic raised his eyebrow. “I’d be pissed. But that’s just me.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Jason leaned his head farther out of the door. “Man, you should feel that bite Ambrose has. I don’t blame her for screaming one bit. The pleasure is beyond what I think I’ll ever be able to master.”

“Jason, shut up. I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“What? I’m just saying. We’ll be lucky to ever sleep with her again after tonight.”

“Dude, shut the fuck up. What is the matter with you? Don’t you ever know when to stop?” Dominic tried to control his temper as he continued to stare at the stairs. The screaming and moaning momentarily stopped, but for how long was yet to be seen.

“Play some music or something. I’m bored as fuck standing out here. What happened to you? You used to play us tunes all the time. Ever since Marcella left, you stopped.”

“Maybe I just haven’t been in the mood lately, okay?”

“Are you in the mood right now?”

Dominic glared at Jason. “No, not really. Plus, we won’t be able to hear if anything happens below. We’re on guard, remember?”

“Of course I remember. But I guarantee you that no one is breaking past the barriers I put up around yours.”

“What, you don’t think I did a good enough job?”

“You can never be too safe.”

Rolling his eyes, Dominic looked away from the boy, who now looked more like a man, and turned back toward Marcella’s direction. His mind raced while he tried to imagine what they were doing in the room. Ambrose wouldn’t hurt her again, would he? Certainly not now that he’d given her his soul. But what if he did?

“Jason, you don’t think Ambrose would harm Marcella, do you?”

“No way, dude. She’s not hurting, trust me. Plus, I don’t get that feeling from him. Not anymore.”

“Fuck, I hate not being with her. It drives me crazy. Ever since she left, I feel the need to have her glued to my side.”

Dom ran his fingers through his blond curls, cursing under his breath. He needed to figure out a way to back off. More men would surely come into her life and it was something he’d have to deal with. Donavon was one of them. When he arrived, at least Dominic knew they could finally pair up.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going up there.”

Raising his hand up to stop Jason, Dominic stepped forward. “What are you going to tell them? You’re seriously not going to say you were jealous, are you?”

“I’m going to tell them the truth. I’m tired and I can’t sleep unless Marcella is by my side. If they want to continue what they’re doing, I’ll turn my back.”

“You’re not fucking serious.” Dom laughed, shocked. “Ambrose is going to bust you in the face. It’s his first night with Marcella. They have stuff they need to work though.”

“Not my problem. I’m tired and I want to go to sleep.”

“Well, I’m coming with you. You know, to stop Ambrose from ripping out your throat and all.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dom. You so want to be in there, too. Quit trying to play Mr. Hardass.”

“Oh, be quiet and lead the way. You’re knocking, not me.”

Laughter echoed off the walls of the bedroom as they walked up the stairs and approached the door. Dominic’s heart was racing. Seeing the paleness of Jason’s hand rise, he held his breath, but the door suddenly swung open.

“I couldn’t sleep without you both, either. Come, climb into bed. You know, I could hear you both talking.”

Jason turned around, smiling brightly. Shaking his head in annoyance, Dominic followed them inside. “I told him we shouldn’t bother you.”

“Yes, but you wanted to, and had every right to come to me. Even when I was taking a shower I could feel both of your anxiousness.”

Marcella kissed his cheek and bounced down on the bed next to Ambrose’s pale body. The smell of her soap hung heavily in the air. He sighed and thanked God it covered up her scent. If he would have been able to smell their sex, he’d have gone crazy with wanting to taste her.

“Jason put extra security around mine, so we should all be fine.”

“And I put extra security around his.” Marcella winked at him and he had to laugh. Her cuteness went beyond adoring a crush or a first time lover. He absolutely loved her.

“I call dibs on this side.”

Jason jumped up next to Marcella while Ambrose made himself comfortable on the other side of her. Dominic glared down and growled. There was no way he would settle for sleeping by either one of these men when his mate was sandwiched between them.

“If one of you doesn’t move I’m grabbing the first foot I can find and pulling your ass off the bed.”

“No need, lover. You come and lay in the middle and I’ll sleep on your chest.”

White teeth flashed at him and he smiled at Marcy. “That sounds better than perfect.” He raised his eyebrow at Jason, who just rolled his eyes.

“Well, hell. I’m not cuddling up next to him if that’s what you want. Son of a bitch.” Jason rolled over as Ambrose laughed at him and faced the other way. Dominic climbed up, embracing his mate.

“Now this is more like it.”

“Go to sleep, Dom. If you start bragging, I’m sleeping on the floor and you three men can hold each other all night for all I care.”

Grinning, he made the light from the room vanish. He’d be quiet for now, but the thought that he’d be able to hold her all night was worth getting chided. Yawning, he nuzzled his face to her damp hair. “Good night, love.”

A mumbled reply answered him and Jason’s snores soon followed. Dominic listened to the sounds of the room, content in his life more so than ever. Hours went by while he held the woman he loved and had vowed to protect. Going over everything he could think of to make a peaceful solution, he hated that he hadn’t gotten any closer to finding one before unconsciousness took him from his thoughts.

* * * *

Light broke through the room making Marcella stir from sleep. A cocoon of warmth surrounded her so tightly she couldn’t move. Sometime during the night Dom must have turned. Jason completely wrapped himself around both of them leaving her trapped between their two large bodies. She wanted to laugh at what either one would do if they picked that moment to wake up.

Tilting her head, she saw their faces not inches from each other. Movement made her freeze. Easily, so as not to wake them, she lifted her head and looked at Ambrose who was sitting up. A laugh burst from his mouth making her groan out loud.

“God dammit, Jason! Get off me.” Dominic picked up Jason’s leg from his thigh and threw it off. Her boyfriend groaned and rolled over, facing away from them. Finally, free from her trap, Marcella grabbed the pillow and knocked Ambrose across the shoulder.

“What? They looked so cute.”

“Enough,” Dom growled. He pulled Marcella back down from her half sitting position and cuddled with her.

“You know what, asshole? You got her all night. I get her this morning.” Jason turned over and stared at them, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“No, you can have her tonight. I want her now,” Dom said, angrier.

“If you are going to start this early, I’m going to order you all out so I can go back to sleep.”

“Hey, what did I do?” Ambrose said, from the other side of Dom.

“You woke them.” Marcella closed her eyes but knew there was no going back to sleep. She felt wide awake and ready to eat a big breakfast and start their search for Donavon. Today would mark their new life and she wanted to start as soon as possible.

“Dominic, I’m serious, let me have her for a little while.”

Marcella opened her eyes. “Jason, there’s no point. We need to get going to look for our other man. But I’ll tell you what. Dominic can drive and I’ll ride in the back with you. If you want to hold me there, you can. I’ll even sit on your lap if it makes you feel better.”

“It would. Thanks, babe.”

Dominic groaned and eased his arms from her while he sat up. Everyone got off the bed and materialized new clothes. Marcella matched Ambrose with them and they left the house within minutes of waking. She’d eat in the new SUV she had waiting for them. The sooner they started searching, the sooner they’d find Donavon. The need to feel complete drove her forward, and would continue to drive her until she found her last man.

Chapter 17

Three weeks of searching flew by and they found absolutely nothing. Marcella couldn’t believe there was no trace of him. She still wasn’t completely sure what he looked like. She knew his hair was light like Dominic’s, but as for facial features or build, she still couldn’t remember, and neither could anyone else.

As the men all paced before her in the great hall, she drank her wine and tried to figure out what their next move would be. They’d already searched every town in a one hundred mile radius. She was thinking maybe they should expand the search another hundred miles.

“Fuck this. I can’t take much more of this searching bullshit. I still say we don’t need him. I’m doing what normal people do. I’m going to watch some TV and drink some beer.”

Jason made a flat screen television and a couch appear in front of him. He sat down with a beer in his hand. While he flipped through the channels, Marcella wondered if they might have missed a town somewhere in between.

“Wait, go back,” Dom said, walking toward the television.