Poisonous Pleasure (6 page)

“Amazing,” Jason whispered. “Did you see her eyes change from gold to dark green? How cool was that? And look at her, the tattoos are gone, but she still looks as flawless as before with rosy cheeks and red lips. I thought vampires were scary looking.”

Marcella took a step, the smell of blood driving her forward. Dominic’s hand pressed between her breasts stopping her advance. She looked from his fingers, up his arm, and to the red smeared across his massive chest. Coherent thoughts wouldn’t focus. All she knew was blood, and finding a way to get what she wanted. The need to run her tongue across his defined muscle almost made it impossible not to launch herself at him.

“Slow down, love.” His voice was softened as he cocked his head to the side and gave her a tender expression. “I know it’s hard for you to control right now. I didn’t expect this to be easy, but you need to think about loverboy. If you’re not careful, you’ll kill him. You need to feed from me first until you’re satisfied. Then you can bite him.”

Marcella stared directly into Jason’s eyes while her thoughts cleared. Dom was right. She needed to learn to control the cravings. The last thing she wanted to live with was her boyfriend’s true death.

“Jason, you need to understand what happens is nothing against you. This isn’t exactly Marcella right now. Well, it is, but when the bloodlust gets a hold of her, things will happen between her and I that you might not like. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Is this about sex?”

For the first time Dominic didn’t come back with a smartass comment. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m getting at. I don’t know what will happen because once her fangs pierce me, I won’t be able to stop.”

Jason snorted. “You’re basically asking my permission to fuck my girlfriend, is that it? I see why your attitude changed.” Jason whispered the end, looking down.

“Finally, someone with brains. Yes, I want to fuck your girlfriend, if it goes that far. Hell, be happy I asked. I could have killed you with my pinky finger back there in that pathetic thing you call a fight. If it wasn’t for Marcella, you wouldn’t be here.”

“I’ll take my chances with her first. If she kills me, at least I know she didn’t fuck you.”

Dominic laughed. “Oh, but she will, eventually. You see, with every species there’s a mate. It’s the reason I heard her call and I’ve been trying to deny it, but unfortunately, I can’t. As much as I don’t like the situation, well, you’re part of it, and this is where we’re all at. We’re going to have to learn to face our realities or we all have an eternity to be miserable with each other.

“No, I refuse to believe you both are
mated
. The two of you weren’t meant to be together, she and I are. She doesn’t deserve to be paired up with a bastard like you.”

“I may not be my original self, but I can still hear you two. I think I’ll decide who I want to be with. Shit, it might not be either one of you. I’m glad we got our chance to repair where we left off last night, Jason, but relationship wise, I can’t trust you. You cheated, whether you remember it or not.”

Marcella turned toward Dominic. “There’s some connection, but if you think I’m ready to call you my mate, you’re wrong. I want to hit you more than I want to kiss you. You’re attitude and cockiness are way too much. You’re a dick, and you piss me off.”

Both men were quiet while Marcella began taking off her clothes. Strangely, in her vampire form, she wasn’t the least bit self conscious. She untied the halter top at her neck and back, letting the leather fall to the floor.

“Marcy, what are you doing?” Jason asked, cautiously. The husky undertone didn’t slip her notice. The acceleration of his heart only drove her faster. She paused long enough to look at him and returned to taking off her pants.

“I don’t know,” she confessed.

Dominic turned to Jason. “She’s doing what’s in her nature as a vampire. They’re seducers. But this is nothing compared to what we have to face when her succubus comes. Good thing you’re changing over now. She’d kill you, for sure.”

“Jason, come to me.”

Instincts took over while Marcella studied her boyfriend’s chest. The muscle flexed as he walked forward. The definition made her mouth water. Her eyes stopped at the V resting just above the lining of his jeans. With her finger, she traced the indention, feeling herself become wet.

“Take them off. I want to feel your body against mine.”

Nervously, he looked over at Dominic. “Can’t we do this in a room somewhere where
he
won’t be watching?”

“No, he needs to make sure I don’t kill you. Trust me,” she said, studying his rapidly beating pulse point in his neck. “He needs to stay. The intensity at which I want to taste your blood is making it hard for me not to attack you right now.”

Tingly sensations shot through Marcella’s nipples. They painfully hardened while she stepped closer. Moving her fingers down to his jeans, she pulled the button free, sliding her hand against the hardness of his cock through the thick material.

“Lay with me, Jason. Let me feel you touch me.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dominic groaned, collapsing on the couch. “This isn’t fair, at all. I just get to watch while he has all the fun.”

Ignoring him, Marcella continued to stare at the rapid beating that continued to call for her. “Kiss me, Jason. Let me taste you.” She moved her eyes to meet his. He stared at her, captivated. The sound of the jeans falling to the floor was quickly replaced by her moan as he pulled her against his body.

“I love you, Marcy. I’ve always loved you.”

Soft lips captured hers. The taste of blood, still fresh from his cut lip caused her eyes to widen at the intoxicating flavor. She wrapped her arms around his neck pushing her breasts harder into him. They drifted to the rug and she quickly placed herself on top of Jason, straddling his hips.

The base of his cock pressed along the outside of her wet pussy making her once again moan into his mouth. While she ran her tongue along the cut she felt herself lifted slightly. A finger eased into her opening, reaching deep inside of her.

“Fuck. Hey, do you think you both can move more toward me, maybe spin a bit. It’s a good view from here, but it could be better.”

“Shut up, Dom,” Marcella snapped. “If you don’t like the view then move your ass over or don’t watch. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Can’t he leave? I trust you, babe.”

“I don’t trust myself. Just kiss me.”

He did, making her completely forget anyone else existed. Music began to play in the background making her inwardly groan, but she tried to ignore it and pay attention to what she felt instead. When the tune became familiar and she recognized the song, her body became hypnotized by the beat. The band Massive Attack drove her to rotate her hips erotically. The words to Angel pulled out every seductive vampire instinct she held.

Jason thrust his finger into her repeatedly until the tightening in her stomach threatened to burst. Their lips broke and Marcella nearly screamed when he sucked her sensitive nipple into his mouth. She lifted, sliding the tip of his cock inside of her.

Thickness pushed against her folds while she made her way down, inch by inch. The more she descended, the harder he sucked. A cry escaped her mouth at the pure pleasure that shot to her core.

“Jason. Do that thing I like, now.”

Strong hands gripped around her hips lifting her a small amount. His cock plunged inside of her hard, bringing her to instant release. Spasms rocked her body as he continued to thrust. She pushed his arms away, pulling him to a sitting position.

Marcella rotated her hips, sliding him deeper each time she moved her pussy down his length. Their rhythm matched perfectly against the music, and the beating of Jason’s heart. She stared mesmerized as his pulse called for her.

After countless minutes, Jason’s thickness began to swell making her feel everything so much more. The vampire in her knew it was time. She leaned forward, kissing her way from his shoulder to his neck. Fangs descended and nature took over. The feel of silk touched her lips as she pierced his soft skin. Euphoria exploded as blood began filling her mouth.

A groan slipped from him as Jason pushed deeper inside of her, only to withdraw to thrust twice as hard. Images of his life flashed before Marcella’s eyes. His childhood, every day of his adolescent years, up into the night of the party, played out like a projector in her mind. Mentally narrowing in, she quickly stopped the progression.

Kasey hovered over Jason’s unconscious body, running her hands along his lower stomach. She watched the girl pull off his clothes, smiling. Did she really want to know what had happened? At any time she knew she could stop and move to the next memory, but she let it play out.

Jason lay there naked while the girl worked effortlessly to wake and arouse him. To no avail, the moment he opened his eyes, he pushed her away hard and passed back out. Marcella observed Kasey grab her clothes angrily and leave the room.

Just as she let the vision go, the images of the ocean she’d come to see in so many of her past daydreams, appeared. The new familiar face spun and looked directly at her, holding her gaze. She couldn’t help but feel like this image of herself was returning her stare. But who could she be looking at? These were Jason’s memories, not hers.

“Marcella, that’s enough.”

Opening her eyes, Dom’s face hovered in front of her. She quickly broke the suction of her mouth, jerking back. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

Licking the wounds closed, the pain that raced through her forearm caused her to scream out. Dominic held up a bloody butcher knife and smiled. “I know you weren’t. That’s why I thought I would help. Press the wound to his lips. He’s still alive, but barely conscious. He needs to drink as much of your blood as he can. But hurry, you’ll heal quickly.”

“Right.” She noticed how her boyfriend rocked in his sitting position. “Jason, honey.” His eyes lifted to her at the acknowledgement of his name. “Yes, that’s right, lay back and relax. I need you to drink as much of this as you can, okay?” Pressing her arm against his lips, his hand held onto it with surprising strength.

“That was the most amazing thing I think I’ve ever witnessed. I’m not much of a voyeur, but the way you move…it’s magical.”

Marcy shot a glance to the demon. “Do you ever say the right thing at the right time? Geez, Dom. Cut the music, what happens next?”

Jason’s eyes closed and his head rolled to the side. Panic started to set in. She hated seeing him like this.

“Now we wait for him to change. It takes a while, and it’ll be pretty hard on him, but that part isn’t for some time. Go take a shower, I’ll watch over him while he sleeps. He’s not going to be very happy when he wakes.”

Marcy quickly jumped up, not wanting to waste any time. “Clothes and shower?” The smile he flashed nearly took her breath away. She wasn’t sure she liked the way he affected her so strongly. It didn’t feel right with Jason being in the position he currently was in.

“Use mine. It’s through that door, right there,” he said pointing to an entrance off of the living room. “Clothes will be in there waiting for you.”

Running, she nearly tripped over her own feet when she passed the threshold. The size mirrored the main room. She had no problem finding the shower in the huge master bathroom. Frantic thoughts poured through her mind as she started the water. What would happen to Jason if he didn’t turn into a vampire? What if he died? She tried to block out the questions while she rinsed off, but no matter how hard she tried, they wouldn’t ease. They just intensified as new ones replaced the old.

* * * *

“What happened? Did he change?”

Marcella looked up at Gwendolyn. The blondes’ green eyes blazed anxiously in the firelight. She looked younger than before, like a child anxiously awaiting something she’d longed for and finally found out she was getting it.

“If I told you, it would ruin the story. Besides, what do you care for Jason? I thought your feelings were for Ambrose.”

“Ambrose is my master, and my lover. Although I don’t want him to die, I can’t say that I love him. He holds my loyalty, not my heart. Once, I thought we’d be together, but things change. We’ve grown apart over the centuries. But Jason, now he intrigues me. He’s noble and true, and nothing like the men who walk today’s streets. I think I want him.”

“Think again. Are you going to let me continue or not? How do you even know he took to the change? I’m a collector, not a vampire, or are you forgetting that major detail? My blood’s not like yours. It has the power to kill if I don’t use it right.”

“No.” Gwendolyn’s eyes grew in size. Tiny fingers covered her parted mouth. “Fate wouldn’t be so cruel. Please…”

Marcella took a breath and shifted in the chair. So much of the story was left be to told, parts she wasn’t looking forward to mentioning. Just thinking about the details of Jason’s change made her stomach turn, sickeningly. She could do this, she had to.

Chapter 4

Marcella slipped the white, silk nightgown over her head and rushed to the living area. Dominic already had Jason dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and resting on a large bed. The couches were completely gone and the open space looked more like a bedroom than anything.

“How’s he doing? He’s still alive, isn’t he?”

“Yes, for now. Marcella, I might have been wrong about you changing him. I’ve never heard of it before, but I assumed since you could shift into different creatures, you could do what they do. What if I’m wrong?” The concern that etched the demon’s features stirred something deep inside of her. Could he truly care about what happened to her boyfriend?

The words he spoke turned her blood into ice. Weren’t those exact thoughts just going through her own mind? “Let’s just hope it works. I can’t lose him, Dom. Whether we were meant to be mated or not, Jason is the one I’ve always pictured myself being with. Nothing is going to change my mind. You need to know that.”

“You love him, I get it. But you can’t fight the pull of a mate. I have no problem with you being with him, but you will eventually end up being with me, too. That I know.”