As everyone ate, Marcella watched them. These were her people, and for some unknown reason, they had decided to stay. New vampires sat further down the table, and her heart fluttered upon seeing the twins. A sense of who she was shook her to the core, but she knew she needed to see this, and without a doubt, if the time came, she’d die for each and every one of them. The fear was there, but not like she’d imagined. Her place was set and with it, her responsibility.
Chapter 11
As everyone departed the table, Marcella looked at her men, who remained seated. Finally, they were complete. She smiled at seeing the four men she’d loved forever stare back at her.
“So I guess we go in pairs?” Dominic looked at her, awaiting an answer.
“Yes. I think that would be wise.” As much as she wanted to be with all of them, she wasn’t ready for something that big. The only thing that would call for an occasion like that would be if her succubus became too much. Thinking about the damn thing made her cringe. Fuck, she hated that part of herself. And the return of her demon was coming. She could feel it.
“So who goes tonight?” The longing in Dominic’s eyes couldn’t be mistaken. But if she wanted to be fair, she’d already been with Donavon more than anyone else, and Dominic was his partner when they used to pair up in the past.
“I’ve neglected both Ambrose and Jason just as long, so maybe they should stay with me tonight.”
Dominic nodded, not the least bit offended. Jason, clearing his throat, brought her eyes to him. Something close to panic sparked. Right. How had she forgotten?
“Is there something you wish to say, Jason?”
The gold of Jason’s eyes shot to Donavon and then back to her. The odd feeling that they shared something that she didn’t know about twisted her stomach. Had Jason confided in him? “Marcy, I think Dom should take my place. I can’t be that close to you. The temptation is too much.”
“What do you mean?” Oh, she knew exactly what he was getting at, and the thought was enough to make her sick.
“My dragon—”
“Is fine,” Marcella said, cutting him off.
“No.” He shook his head, lowering it. “I won’t risk it. Dom needs to take my place.”
“For how long?”
“For…ever.”
The chair flew backward as she jumped to her feet. “Absolutely not!” She lowered herself until she was inches from his face. “I’m not afraid of your dragon. You won’t hurt me. Please don’t do this.”
“Forgive me.”
Jason disappeared, and the evil that resided in her body flared. The temper she tried too hard to control spiked, and it took everything in her power not to project her rage out of her body. No doubt, she’d just blow every window out in the damn fortress.
A hand came to rest on her shoulder, and she jumped. Dominic traced his fingertips across her cheek and put her at ease without saying a word.
“Ambrose, Dom, let’s go to bed. Donavon.” She turned and walked toward him. “I’m sorry you have to come into it like this. I know how hard it must be for you to accept the way things are.”
A shuttering breath left his mouth. “You have no idea.” His face twisted in what she assumed was confusion and hurt. “Where do I sleep?”
“Dom, will you take him to the room both of you share?”
“Of course. I’ll meet you and Ambrose in the tower.”
Pushing her lips into Donavon’s, he trembled beneath her. This was for the best. He needed to see firsthand how things were going to be. If she let him stay tonight, he’d want to be there every night, and that wasn’t possible.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
He gave her a tight smile. “I’ll be here.” The mass of emotions she felt coming from his wolf was enough to make her pause. The anger was too thick for her to breathe in. Nodding, she stepped back and took Ambrose’s hand. The thing felt like ice beneath her touch, and it was enough to show her that even though Donavon was a priority, she had other men, too. She closed her eyes and made them appear in her room.
“You haven’t fed, have you?”
“Once.” Ambrose smiled. “Dominic likes it more when you’re involved. It’s quite painful if you’re not in a sexual state. I couldn’t bear to ask him again.”
Making her white gown appear, she led him to the bed. His arms pulled her close, easing her to the mattress. The weight of his body pushed into her deliciously.
“If you only knew how hard I’ve fought not to take you every second you’ve been here. I could see you sprawled out on the table, your legs spread wide for me. Fuck. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Lips crushed into hers, and the mattress shifted. Dominic appeared next to them, out of nowhere. Her attention was stolen the moment Ambrose’s tongue swept into her mouth. The contrast in temperature took her by surprise. It felt as if she had an ice cube in her mouth, but one that turned her body to pure fire. Wetness seeped from her pussy at his spicy flavor.
“Let me taste her while you feed. Fuck, I missed you, love.”
Fingers pushed her thighs further apart, and as Ambrose crawled around her, she was spun sideways. The master vampire pulled her back up against his chest and placed her hair on one side. Dominic traced her slit with his tongue, separating her folds.
The softness of Ambrose’s lips trailed up her neck. Marcella shivered as he swirled his tongue over her pulse point. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can wait.” Fangs didn’t hesitate to pierce her skin. A moan vibrated her throat as his arms wrapped under her breasts, gripping tightly.
The orgasm was automatic. Just as Dominic’s tongue pushed inside of her opening, Marcella burst. Spasms covered her while the ecstasy of Ambrose’s bite fueled the second release right on top of the other.
“Damn, you taste so good.” Dominic’s fingers pushed into her thighs. She was going to have bruises, but the marks were going to be well worth it. She couldn’t even think past the pleasure she felt. Nothing existed. Nothing.
* * * *
Ambrose was swept away by her blood. Savoring her flavor, he let her feed his body, restoring his power to maximum levels. No one knew this, but before he’d ever taken in her blood, he was never this strong. Now, if they only knew what he was capable of, they’d be more than surprised. For so long, he’d counted himself as the weakest of the men, but he wasn’t so sure of that anymore.
Agony filled him the moment Ambrose knew he had to stop. He’d gone so long without her taste that he hadn’t realized how shaky and disoriented he’d truly become. Addicted. That’s what he was. He felt like a junkie. Marcella was his speed, his scotch on the rocks. This is what made their queen so powerful, it had to be. Her blood, her smell, her taste, was an aphrodisiac, promising the eternal life of a permanent fix. And although he knew that’s what drew people in, it couldn’t make them love her. But she acquired that on her own. She was selfless, never asking anything more than what she returned, and for it, everyone couldn’t help but fall head over heels in love with her.
Pulsing in his cock brought Ambrose out of the heavenly high of bloodlust. Moving so she could lie down, he lowered himself on his side. At some point the gown had disappeared, no doubt Dominic’s doing.
Taking her nipple into his mouth, he sucked gently, feeling her arch to his suction. Throaty moans left her throat, and he nearly came unglued when her hand wrapped around his cock. Fuck. The sensitivity was enough to cause him to twitch in her grasp.
“I want you to come for me again, love. Come all over my tongue.”
Dominic’s voice sounded far away from Ambrose. Humming filtered in his head, and he knew it had to do with the blood he’d ingested. Being on a collector’s diet probably wasn’t the safest thing in the word. A blood that rich and pure was bound to have some side effects. The best things always did.
Muffled screams filled the room, drawing him from the trance he’d been in. Marcella’s face was buried into his thigh. When in the hell had she gotten there? He must have been more fucked up than he realized.
Dominic’s moans grew almost as loud as their queen’s. Trying his best to focus, Ambrose lifted her, kissed his way around the fullness of her breast. Flicking his tongue over the tight nipple, he hissed as her grip tightened around his cock.
“Damn, that feels good.” The words felt tight in his throat. He couldn’t take this anymore. Placing his hands under her arms, he pulled her up and rested her on all fours. Long, dark hair hung down in front of her while Marcella’s heavy-lidded, golden eyes turned to look back at him.
“Do it, Ambrose. Fuck me like I can feel you want to. You want it bad, don’t you?”
“Yes. Hell, yes.”
Tracing his cock down her slit, he nudged into the entrance of her pussy, groaning at the pressure that enveloped his head.
“More.” The moment she said it, she slid back, taking him deeper. If he’d not been prepared to give her more to begin with, he probably would have come right then. Control. Thank God for her blood, or he would be screwed.
Not giving her the chance to surprise him again, he plunged his length into her entirely. Eagerly, she met his thrusts while she pulled at Dom and began taking his cock into her mouth. As they came into a rhythm suitable for everyone, perfection took place.
Moans and the slapping of their skin connected, echoing off the walls. Ambrose floated against the raging power inside of him. It took over and drove him to thrust faster and faster. By the response he was getting from Marcella, he knew this was exactly what she wanted.
* * * *
Dominic couldn’t think straight. The suction of Marcella’s sweet mouth stole every rational part of his brain. Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he kept the strands from interfering with her rhythm. The faster Ambrose pumped into her, the faster she took his cock into her mouth.
“Shit. One of you needs to slow down. We have all night.” Dominic groaned.
“Precisely,” Ambrose moaned out. “And this won’t be the last time. I’m far from calling it quits.”
Marcella’s lips broke from his cock. She lifted his length and ran her tongue over his sac. Sensitivity combined with pure ecstasy had him biting his lower lip.
“You like that, lover?”
“Shit, yes.”
She sucked one side of his sac into her mouth, using her tongue to caress every part she had taken in. Dominic could feel his toes digging into the new bedding. The vibrations from her screams had him drawing back. Fuck, that was a close one.
Marcella’s body shook as she was in the middle of her release. He’d just noticed Ambrose had his hand around her waist and was running circles over her clit. Dominic smiled at the vampire and shook his head.
“You made her come on purpose. You wanted her to scream.”
Ambrose gave him a half grin. “Maybe I did. But you didn’t come from the vibrations, did you?”
“No. But you’re about to, aren’t you? I can tell from that look on your face.”
“Fuck you, Dom.”
Ambrose pulled Marcella’s body upright and placed her back against his chest. With Ambrose’s fingers grasped around her breast, the vampire let out a groan that rocked the walls. The moment they became still, Dominic took Marcella from the vampire’s lap and laid her on the bed.
Now it was his turn, and he could take as much time as he wanted. And that was exactly what he was going to do. Fuck the hardcore thrusting. Why take away the torture of holding back? That was the best part. Resisting and letting the pain of the ultimate build up linger was the best sexual feeling he knew, and no one was going to take that away from him. Not tonight.
* * * *
Jason walked the grounds of the fortress in a daze. How in the world was he going to do this? Knowing he had the option to have Marcella inside of his body and that he wasn’t going to get it was the ultimate hell.