“Do it, Marcella.” He pulled back and whispered.
Not waiting, she plunged her fangs into the skin of his neck. A moan poured out of both of them, and Ambrose only tensed for a second. At the taste of his sweet blood, she gripped onto his back tighter. Fuck, he tasted good. Strong. At the realization, she tuned into the power. Her eyes snapped open as she continued to feed and stare forward, entranced.
Strength returned tenfold until Marcella was shaking in his arms. Breaking the suction of her lips, she let her tongue trail across the wounds. “You’ve been holding out on me.” She whispered the words in his ear and leaned back to look at him.
“It’s time for us to go,” Samael called from a few feet behind them. Ambrose let her down, but she didn’t turn her gaze from his.
“We’ll talk when you return.” With that said, Marcella changed back into her collector and walked to the cell. Telling Dominic she loved him, she gave him a quick kiss before he locked her in. For endless minutes, Marcella made each of them promise her that they would go through with her plan. It was Samael who came to her after the men disappeared from her sight.
“I just wanted you to know that I’ll watch over everyone. Don’t worry about anything while you’re in here. Just rest and relax. We’ll be back before you know it. Please don’t be mad at me because of this. Just know that I care about what happens to you.”
As Samael started to walk away, Marcella reached for the bars. “Wait!” What she was going to say? Hell, she didn’t even know. Too many things wanted to come out at one time. He slowly turned around to face her. The panic she felt only lasted for a few seconds. He smiled, and time slowed until all she saw was him. Without saying a word, he bowed his head and disappeared. Even though no words were spoken, she somehow knew they’d just shared something so much more than words could have expressed.
Marcella walked to the bed but didn’t make it halfway there before Jason sat up, gripping his head. A groan poured from his mouth.
“Man, I got the worst fucking headache. I feel like my brain’s been scrambled with a fucking egg beater.”
“Really? I’m sorry.” Looking around the enclosed space, Marcella noticed there was only a bed, a shower, and a toilet. The cell was only about a quarter of the size of her room.
“I’m going to wash this blood off. It shouldn’t take me long, Jason.”
“Man, I can’t believe I slept through the ceremony. I’m so sorry. I justI was talking to Ambrose, and then I guess I somehow fell asleep.”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Marcella let her dress drop to the floor. Reaching out, she turned on the water. While she let it warm, she noticed Jason staring at her with his mouth parted. “What’s wrong, Jase?”
“I. Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”
“You sure? Maybe you should face the wall so you don’t see me. I wouldn’t want you to have too much trouble with your dragon.”
Shaking his head, Marcella watched him move a few inches closer. “I think I’ll be okay watching. I mean, if that’s fine with you. You can tell me to turn if you’re uncomfortable.”
Shrugging, she stepped under the water. “You know I never had a problem with us, Jason. That was you.” Marcella spun around searching for shampoo. “Shit! I get a freaking bar of soap? I can’t wash my hair with that. Damn, I wish I could make one appear.”
Scrubbing her skin, she watched the blood flow down the drain that was settled in the stone. A scream almost came from her mouth as she looked up and saw Jason standing not inches away from her. When the hell had he moved? The lust clouding his face was so evident that she took a step back. His body was already nude. One look at his hard cock, and she moaned. Fuck. How long had it been since they’d been together?
“Mind if I join you?”
The huskiness of his voice made it clear he wasn’t asking. Before she could nod like she intended, he was already stepping forward.
“Jason, are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Amazingly, I’m fine. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. You’re my life, and I’ve been wrong to doubt myself around you. I’m not scared...I’m.”
Jason’s hands grasped around her thighs, and she was suddenly lifted and placed against the stone. Lips crushed into hers, and at the first brush of Jason’s tongue, they both moaned.
“God, I missed you, Jason. I really think maybe you should slow down, though.”
Fingers slid into her wet pussy, burying themselves deep. He immediately withdrew them and plunged them into his mouth, sucking her flavor off. Marcella couldn’t believe he’d actually tasted her. The shock she felt set her heart racing. Could whatever Ambrose was saying possibly have worked?
* * * *
Marcella’s juices exploded over Jason’s tongue. Damn, he missed eating her pussy. She tasted so fucking good. How was it possible that he’d stayed away for so long? The voices of his dragon echoed in the distance, but he ignored the begging that tried to taunt him.
Pushing her more into the wall, he slid his fingers into her entrance, again as far as they would go. He needed more, needed her essence to take over him. Giving her G-spot a little pushing, Marcella’s nails bit into his back. “You like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.” Marcella’s hips tried to move against him. Holding her tighter, he shook his head.
“Don’t move. You’re going to let me tease that pussy as much as I want. I want you soaking wet and swollen when I bury my tongue inside of you.”
A small cry came from her as she tightened around his fingers. “Jason, please. Do something.”
“Like what? Like this?” Withdrawing his fingers slightly, he slammed them back into her. Her body tried moving on its own accord, but he denied her access. Pulling his fingers out completely, he sucked her juices off again.
“Screw this.” Jason held onto her tighter as he left the shower and eased her to the bed. There was only one thing his mind could process. Her taste. Dropping his head between her thighs, he trailed Marcella’s slit with the tip of his tongue. As her folds separated, he moaned and pushed into her entrance.
“God. I missed you, Jason. Promise me you’re never going to distance yourself from me again.”
Lifting his head, he let his eyes connect to hers. It was imperative she believed what he was about to say. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew it was important. “Marcella, you have no reason to worry. I’ll never leave your side again. Never. You have my word.”
Marcella’s arms reached out to him, and Jason grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed. “Not yet. Only when I’m ready will we proceed, not a second before.”
Her hands flexed in his hold. “I’m not sure what got into you, but I like this dominant side of you, Jason.”
Images blinded him so suddenly that he paused from lowering himself back to Marcella’s pussy. Ambrose stood in front of him, and he could see how scared he was. Then he heard one by one the words the master vampire spoke. Jason felt chilled to the bone.
“Ambrose fucked with my head, didn’t he?” Jason pulled back, away from her.
Marcella tensed and eased herself to her elbows. “Yes. I can’t remember everything, but he did mention fixing your dragon, or so he thinks. I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you more of what he said, but I’d lost so much blood. It’s kind of fuzzy.”
Jason leaned against the wall, trying to process what exactly was going on. The dragon was indeed still there, but nothing like before. He tried tuning into the sound and listening to what the beast was saying, but suddenly he didn’t care. Was it possible it worked? Should he continue?
The more Jason tried to find reasons to stop, the more excuses he found to continue. The fear was gone. All that was left was determination to win over what was left of him. He was Marcella’s knight, meant to fight for her, not cower away. Not even from himself.
Jason didn’t think. He flipped Marcella on her stomach and slapped her ass. A cry poured from her mouth as she tried to jump up. “That’s for not telling me about Ambrose earlier.” Rubbing the red marks that were starting to surface, he heard Marcella moan.
“Like that, do you?” Jason gripped both of her round cheeks and began to massage his fingers into the flesh. Spreading her with every rotation of his hands, he watched as her folds began to glisten.
Delivering another slap to the same location, he felt the heat rise while he caressed the skin again.
“That one was for coming after me with that succubus of yours. Do you know how hard it was for me not to go up there and fuck the shit out of you? I wanted my cock buried so deep in your pussy that my cum stayed in you forever. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Marcella let out a response he couldn’t understand as he slid his fingers to her clit and brought them up toward her ass. Rubbing in the wetness, he pushed the tip of his thumb into her tight back entrance. The moment she tensed, he withdrew.
“I see we’re going to have to do this the fun way. All the better, I think.” Tearing the sheet, Marcella turned around to see what he was doing. “Lie back down and keep your head against the mattress.”
Jason didn’t wait for her to say anything. He tied up her ankles and reached for her hands. Tying her wrists, he watched her pull at the restraints.
“What are you planning to do?” she said softly.
“You don’t worry about that. Trust me.”
Pulling her up to her knees, he made her lay her cheek against the bed. With her ass in the perfect position, even with his face, he gripped her cheeks again. Moving to the other mound, he gave that side a good slap.
“Fuck, I love your ass.” Jason leaned forward, biting the flesh. A squeal filled the cell. Her body tried to rise, but he pushed his palm against the small of her back and slapped her ass harder this time.
“You will not move again or else the pain increases.” Sliding two of his fingers inside her wet pussy, Marcella’s breathing deepened.
“Jason, please.”
“No talking. Damn, look at that ass glow. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Fucking forever. I’m not sure what in the hell took me so long. I guess I have Ambrose to thank for this. It seems he opened my mind more than he thought.”
Lowering his head, Jason ran his tongue up her folds. Her juices were positively flowing, driving him on. Reaching down, he took his length and started stoking it slowly. Pre-cum slid across his fingers as he reached his thick tip.
Jason looked up. “When Ambrose goes down on you, he licks you pussy and your ass, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.” Marcella’s whisper could barely be heard.
“Do you like it?” After a few seconds of silence, he ran his fingers over her pussy and gave it a gentle slap. “Answer me. Do you like it?”
Marcella let out a cry, and her body rocked back toward him. “Yes! I love it. Please, Jason, do that again. That felt so good.”
Repeating the act, he kept their contact, letting her push her wetness against his hand. “Has he fucked you in the ass?” Pushing three fingers inside of her, he pounded them into her hard.
“No! Fuck!”
Jason could feel her pussy tightening around him. “You will not come yet, Marcella. You’ll wait until I say you can. Do you understand me?” He withdrew his fingers and traced them around the entrance of her ass. The wetness made it easy for him to slide one of his fingers halfway in. “I said do you understand me?” He slapped her ass again, harder this time.
“Yes,” she sobbed.
“Good. Now tell me how much you like this.”
“I like it a lot.”
Jason slid his finger out only to push in a little bit further. “I’m going to take my time and work you in good and slow. Before the month is out, I’m going to slide my cock right here in this tight little hole of yours, and you’re going to love it. Isn’t that right?”