“No less than what I deserve for treating you the way I have. I’m not usually like this, really. Something about you just drives me crazy.” He shook his head back and forth as if to clear his thoughts. “Why don’t we get this room back in order, and we’ll lie down and talk. Is that okay, or is there something you would like to do?”
“I don’t want you to leave tonight. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone harming you.”
“But I’ve hurt you. I humiliated you on numerous occasions already, and it’s my turn.”
Marcella closed her eyes against the sadness she felt. This wasn’t working out the way she thought it would. “Yeah, you’ve embarrassed me, but that doesn’t mean I want to see the same thing for you. Can we just pretend the bad things didn’t happen? Can’t we start over?”
“In the morning. Tonight, I pay the price, and tomorrow we begin again.”
Donavon released her and stood, collecting her clothes off the floor. Numbly, she followed behind him. The mess she caused wasn’t anywhere near what she was capable of if her new mate ended up going through this masochistic plan he’d concocted. Rule or no rule in the shifter community, she wasn’t going to allow him to be harmed. Not because of something she did herself.
After everything was put back into order, Donavon leaned against the wall. His eyes seemed devoid of emotion. There had to be something she could do to snap him out of this mood.
“Five seconds. Favorite movie.”
The look he gave her was a cross between bewilderment and panic. “Umm, shit,
Rocky
. No, wait.”
“Time’s up.” Marcella laughed. “Five seconds. Favorite dessert.”
A smile edged on his face, and he pushed off the wall. “Easy. You.”
Heat covered her cheeks and worked its way down her body the closer he got. “But, what about food?”
“No food. Nothing is sweeter than you.”
Marcella edged back until the back of her knees connected with the mattress. “Okay. Shower. Right. I’ll be back.” Rushing for the closest door, she walked into a closet. A laugh erupted behind her.
“Other one.”
“Thanks.” She gave him a forced smile and burst into the restroom, shutting the door quickly behind her. Fuck. No lock. Sighing, she turned on the water and quickly undressed. She needed a plan.
Stepping into the warmth, she let the water soak through her long hair. Too many problems were swarming through her mind. Marcella reached for the soap and realized there wasn’t any.
“Are you looking for this?”
She jumped as Donavon’s nude body stepped around the curtain and joined her.
“Yes. I”
Tightening in her lower stomach nearly brought a moan from her mouth. His already-hard cock called to her. The need to taste his cum shooting inside of her mouth, filling her, feeding her, caused her heart to pound. Shit. Her succubus wanted him just as much as she did.
“Donavon, I can’t.”
A look of sadness crossed his face. “You want to. I can smell it. Why can’t you?” His face darkened. “Is it because of them?”
“No.”
He took a deep breath. “You speak the truth. Yet, I don’t understand. If it’s not them, then why? Is it because I hurt you?”
“No,” Marcella rushed in. “I just can’t. I’m—” She hesitated and then it hit her. “I’m close to my monthly, remember? Major cramps.”
“Now you’re lying.” He frowned, and she took the soap from him.
“I’m not lying. My monthly could come at any time.” She quickly washed her hair and body. Emotions shadowed Donavon’s face, tightening her stomach even more.
His eyes narrowed. “True, but the cramps, that’s a lie.”
She sighed. “Yes. I’m not cramping. Yet. But if we continue, I will. They’ll be so bad I’ll feel like I’m going to die.”
Yep, her succubus did everything possible to take over.
“Truth. I don’t understand. Why? I won’t stop until you come.”
Marcella couldn’t even imagine where to start explaining. She couldn’t tell him. Not yet. “I have no doubt you could make me come on numerous occasions.” Fuck. Fighting her demon was going to be one painful bitch. She’d never been able to let her creature run its course without ultimately succumbing to the damn thing. The aching was just too much.
“If you won’t let me make love to you, can I at least taste you?”
Marcella jumped back and felt herself slide against the soap at the bottom of the tub. Donavon’s arms caught her and crushed her slippery body into his. The hardness of his cock against her stomach set off a chain of pulses that raced down her body. Her eyes rolled back against the pleasure. His fingers brought her face up, and she couldn’t stop the reactions of ecstasy she felt.
Cobwebs floated in her calves as she fought the change from taking her over. “Donavon, I need you to take a step back from me, please.”
“Fuck. Your scent is so strong. Let me taste you. I want to suck all over your pussy.”
A moan poured from her mouth. “Donavon, please. You have to leave me here.”
“Let me stay.” Lips trailed across her cheek and worked their way down her throat. Again, her eyes rolled back. Tingling erupted over the surface of her skin, and the pressure of her change shot to her knees.
Heat from Donavon’s mouth engulfed Marcella’s hard nipple, and she cried out against the sensitivity. “We have to stop.”
“You don’t want that. Do you?”
“Oh, God, no. But it would be best.”
A finger slid inside her pussy, and she felt her hand grasp his hair. He sucked her nipple harder, and she sobbed against the sensation.
“I’m taking you to the bed. You’re going to spread your legs open wide for me, and I’m going to lick and suck on your pussy until you come all in my mouth. Then I’m going to bury my tongue inside of you until I take in every last drop of your sweet flavor. And then, after, we’re going to do it again.”
“Please.” Marcella felt panic take over. She pulled back and rushed out of the restroom. Donavon was behind her and tackling her to the bed as she passed it. They bounced against the mattress, and his wet body slid against hers, settling right between her thighs.
“Tell me why you can’t. I won’t take you against your will, so don’t fear me. I just want to know the truth.”
Arching against him, her body screamed for his touch. Her demon was so close to taking over. What would happen if she did? Would he even notice? Fuck, her tattoos would disappear. Yes. He’d notice that. But, what if she insisted on darkness and covers? Could she hide that way? Shit. She wanted to scream in frustration. Then it hit her and she smiled.
“Tell me, Marcella.”
“I’ll make you a deal. If you let me suck your cock, I’ll let you eat my pussy until you’ve had your fill. But I get to go first, and I want to get ready before we start.”
He returned a smile. “Really? You’re going to get dressed up for me, and all I have to do is let you go first?”
“Yes.” Marcella watched him lift, and she jumped up and grabbed her bag. “I’ll be right back. Just lie down and relax.”
As soon as she shut the bathroom door, the cobwebs exploded inside of her. She turned into a collector long enough to dress herself in a black and red silk corset with matching panties, and black stockings with stilettos. Her true self was ripped from her within seconds. Dark sapphire eyes looked back through the mirror. Marcella could feel her hands sliding over her silk-covered breasts at how turned on she felt by her demon.
“You okay in there?”
A moan was her only response. Slowly opening the door, she turned off the switch behind her. Donavon had the main light off and a candle burning beside the bed.
“Oh my God. You’re beautiful.”
Marcella’s didn’t say anything as she swayed her hips and approached the bed. The demon raked her eyes over Donavon’s muscular body like a prize. She wanted him, and bad.
“You smell different. You”
“New perfume.”
If her succubus was something, it wasn’t stupid. She was a seducer and relentless on getting what she wanted.
“No, I mean your scent.”
“You’re mistaken.” Marcella kneeled on the mattress and kept her eyes down as the side of her face ran up the coarse hair on his legs. Using her teeth, she nibbled slowly up his calf.
“I don’t know. Something feels off.”
“Just relax, my wolf mate, and let me taste you.”
“Wait.” Donavon started to rise, and Marcella looked up and quickly pushed her hand against his chest, causing him to lie back down.
“Don’t move.”
The seduction she felt rolling off of her held him captivated as he stared at her overflowing breasts. “You’re going to enjoy this so much. I’m going to please you better than anyone ever has.”
Lowering her body, she lifted his cock and caressed his head against the cleavage spilling out over the corset. He groaned. “Your eyes are darker blue.”
“Contacts. Relax.”
Marcella moved down, tightening her hand around his thickness. The pre-cum beading the head of his cock urged her to lower. Letting the slickness glide over her tongue, she moaned at his flavor.
“Fuck. Marcy. I’m sorry, but something is really bothering me. I can’t place it.”
“Then don’t.”
She circled her tongue around his tip. There was no way Donavon alone would be able to satisfy her, but it might be enough to sate the succubus for now.
Hardness twitched in her hand, and she brought her grip up, stroking the length. She could literally feel his heart beating beneath the pads of her fingers, and the pulse drove her to increase her thrusts.
More pre-cum appeared, and she quickly slid her tongue across it, but she didn’t stop there. Marcella slid him into her mouth, taking his cock as deep as it would go. Fingers buried in her hair as Donavon’s back lifted from the bed.
“Shit. That feels so fucking good. I can’t think.”
Humming a useless response, she increased the speed of her hand to meet her mouth in the middle of his length. She was so wet at tasting him. Faster she pumped, feeling the moment his lungs took in more air. It didn’t take him long to get close, but her succubus had made sure of that by her expert moves.
Using her other hand, Marcella lifted his sac, caressing the skin with her thumb in circular motions. Donavon shifted as he rose and pulled her to straddle over him. He ripped her panties off and plunged his cock deep in her pussy. Marcella screamed as spasms and tightening took over. But he didn’t stop, he continued to thrust into her until she felt herself grasp around him again.
“Kiss me,” he whispered. “I have to taste you.”
Donavon pulled her down, and she grinded her hips the same moment she ran her tongue over his lips. Fingers weaved into her hair while he crushed his mouth to hers. Marcella rocked against him until she felt him swell inside of her. Energy bursts hit her hard, and her succubus took what he had to give, greedily. With a loud groan, her mate convulsed beneath her and heat coated her insides.
She could feel herself draining him. He grew weaker with every second that went by. The moment she felt him slip into unconsciousness, she closed her eyes and jerked the connection for her collector.
Easing from his lap, she walked back to the shower. Adrenaline made her rush through her washing routine. Damn, he’d been stronger than she thought, but still not strong enough. The temptation to go back to her men for even fifteen minutes left her on edge, but she couldn’t risk her wolf mate waking and finding her gone. Grabbing a towel, Marcella looked in the mirror at the tribal tattoos covering her.