Read Poisonous Pleasure Online
Authors: Jennifer Salaiz
Tags: #PolyAmour, #Menage a Quatre (m/m/m/f), #Fiction, #Romance, #Adult, #Erotica, #Paranormal
“Well, change back and get at the head of the bed. It’s Marcella’s turn, unless you haven’t had enough? Do you still want more? I trust you if you want to bite me. But it ends at that. I really don’t see you trying to cop a feel.”
“You got that right.” Jason considered Dominic’s offer. He remembered the flashes and thought it the perfect opportunity to find out more about the demon they now had in their lives. His first priority was to protect the one he loved. Could Dom be trusted? Was he truly trying to do good these days or was it all a talk to win Marcella over?
“I think I will drink more. How are we going to do this? I’m sure as hell not getting between your thighs.”
Dominic let out a loud laugh. “Get beside Marcella’s head while I get on top of her. My neck will be in perfect range for you to bite, but one nibble on my ear and I put you through the wall. You got that, collector?”
“You don’t have to worry about me trying to seduce you. Trust me.”
Jason climbed to the head of the bed next to Marcella’s face. She smiled up at him with heavy lids, her face instantly transforming into pleasure as Dominic eased his cock into her. Studying her body, Jason found his hand moving to caress her breast. The strength of her blood still caused his heart to race. A part of him screamed to taste her again, and he would do so the first chance he got.
* * * *
Dominic’s cock inched into Marcella’s tightness. Painfully, she gripped him while he slid deeper. The juices from her pussy made it easier, but he still felt he’d hurt her if he rushed. Patience, a virtue he wouldn’t say was one of his best, caused him to fight for control.
Years had gone by now since he’d been with a woman. Sure, he’d been no saint before that, but after awhile the urges just weren’t there anymore. Women didn’t affect him the way they once did. He felt positive something had happened and he was beginning to wonder why, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get back in his groove of sex. Not even with the sexy blondes from the party. But with his mate, she captivated him and made his body come alive.
Fighting the need to focus on himself, he instead focused on her. Lowering, Dominic felt his cock slide until he reached as far as he could go. Marcella moaned, pulling his mouth to hers. Pressure gripped around his hip as he begun to slowly withdraw. Tightening her legs, she plunged him back inside of her.
“I can take a hint.” He chuckled. “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”
He watched her turn her head and reach for Jason. “Come to me, let me taste you.” The seductive tone she used sent Dom’s blood racing. Instantly, internally alarms went off. He moved his head over to stare deeply into her face. Marcella turned and looked at him, her eyes a bright sapphire blue. The tattoos were gone. They weren’t dealing with Marcella the collector anymore.
* * * *
The moment cobwebs began to cover Marcy’s body, she didn’t care what she was turning into. The thickness of Dom’s cock made her lose all sense of sanity. Instead of focusing on the change, she paid attention to the sensations coursing through every inch of her. When the thick vibrations left, she didn’t feel any different. Still, she listened to her needs, and what she wanted more than anything was Jason, too. She needed the length of him in her mouth, to taste him, have him fill her with his cum.
Greedily, she reached for him, pulling his hips closer to her. Dom’s voice broke her fixation.
“Look at her eyes. It seems we’re in for a treat.”
Confused, she looked back and forth between them.
“Holy shit, what is she?” Jason’s wide eyes grew bigger as he traced them over her body.
“Succubus. I hope you’re ready. I’ll get further up so you’ll have better access to my neck. When I say
when,
bite me. That is, if you can focus enough to remember what you’re doing. Succubuses are experts at sex. She’s going to know exactly what you want and how you want it without so much as a word from you.”
Jason nodded and looked at her. Succubus? She didn’t feel anything special about this creature, but she didn’t dwell on the news, she still wanted to taste him. “Come closer,” Marcy said, staring deeply into the dark green depths.
Words pushed into her head. Hypnotized by what he wanted, she moved nearer, never breaking eye contact. Marcella lifted her head and ran her tongue across the tip of his hard cock. Salty maleness erupted through her senses leaving her desperate to sample more. A deep moan vibrated through her throat as Dominic plunged into her. The difference in his speed left wetness flowing freely around his thickness.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned above her.
Marcella tightened her pussy wanting to keep him inside of her forever. She also knew it was what he wanted. Taking more of Jason’s length into her mouth, she let his essence flow freely over her tongue, savoring everything about what made him taste the way he did.
Applying more suction, she swirled along the head, stroking him with her hand. Jason gripped onto the headboard letting out a hiss as he fought to keep his eyes connected with hers.
Dominic’s thrusts became faster and harder. He picked up her far leg, pulling it to his shoulders and turning her slightly while he pushed even deeper. An orgasm caught her off guard making her moan around Jason’s cock. The vibrations had him gripping her hair in his fist.
“Now,” Dom groaned.
Marcella watched Jason grab Dominic almost violently and pull him forward. A flash of fangs were visible only for a moment before they sank into Dom’s neck. Both of the men let out sounds of pleasure causing a new wave of wetness to flow more from her pussy.
Stroking Jason’s cock faster, she felt the pre-cum slide across her tongue. A wall of energy burst from her boyfriend, somehow feeding her. The feeling slammed into her chest taking her breath away. Adrenaline rushed though Marcy’s body encouraging her to go faster so she could taste more. Dominic swelled inside of her while he continued to thrust at a slower pace. She gripped around him greedily with her pussy wanting him to release. The closer both men came to coming, the more energy poured from them and into her. She knew it was too much, but for the life of her, she couldn’t stop.
Focused on the intake of power, Marcella screamed her way through another surprise orgasm. She used her legs and forced Dominic in her faster. Jason’s hot cum shot into her mouth, just as Dom groaned and buried himself.
Panting sounded above, but she was blinded to everything but the screaming inside her head. She could feel both men collapse to the sides of her. Their heavy breathing bounced against her skin.
“Fuck, I don’t think I can move. Damn, Marcy, what in the hell did you do to me?” Jason asked raggedly.
“No more than what she did to me. I can’t breathe. Not that I really need to, but it’s pretty fucking uncomfortable when you’re not used to the feeling. I told you to prepare yourself, loverboy.”
“Yeah, well next time I’ll know what to expect.”
“Next time, huh. So I guess you’re all right with this?”
“You’re cool, I guess. You’ve been a good boy and that’s what I wanted to see. You didn’t lie. You’re really trying to get your shit together.”
Marcella shook her head against overwhelming sensations coursing through her. “Enough! Quit talking, something’s wrong. You’re words are literally touching me.”
Getting off the bed, she began to pace. She couldn’t think when her thoughts were going a million miles a second, not to mention her heart.
“Tell me what’s wrong. How do you feel?”
“I don’t know. I can’t think. There’s too much of you both floating around inside of me.”
“Can you shift to something else?” Jason slowly got off the bed and slid on his pajama bottoms.
Stopping, Marcy closed her eyes and concentrated on changing. The energy made it impossible. Pressure of her collector was there, but it wouldn’t respond to her call. Marcella continued to keep her eyes closed and searched through thoughts on how to make her use power.
“Dominic, give me something to materialize. I need to release some of this…stuff.”
“Well I am hungry. I’ll take a large pepperoni pizza with mushrooms, black olives, some hot wings, and a liter of Dr. Pepper.”
“What?” Confused, she shook her head, okay, and tried to focus. Using everything in her mind, she imagined his order. By simply seeing it, the materialization didn’t work. Instead, she tried seeing it, smelling it, and one by one, tasting each piece.
Dominic laughed, breaking her concentration. She opened her eyes to see him holding up half of a box of pizza, one slice with a bite taken out of it. The hot wings were scattered across the floor at her feet, and Jason pointed to an empty Dr. Pepper bottle sitting on the mantle of the fireplace. Damn, she forgot to add the soda.
“Harder than it looks, isn’t it.” Dominic took a bite of the pizza and held the box out for Jason. He waved his hand, and turned back toward her.
“I can do this. Just give me some time.” Marcella’s whole body was shaking. Feeling as if she didn’t have control on her new self made it harder for her to concentrate.
“Try cleaning up your mess first. I’m not ready to see it raining hot wings again. Plus, it’ll probably be easier for you. Jason, you get me my hot wings and Dr. Pepper.”
Marcella watched Jason change into his collector form. He closed his eyes while she focused back on the mess in front of her. Determined, the splattered sauce and pieces of chicken at her feet captivated her vision. Forcefully using her mind, she willed them to disappear, felt the energy rush through her limbs and anger follow when they remained.
“Bravo, Jason. Excellent job. Now bring me my food.”
Marcella jerked her gaze up. A smile lit up her boyfriend’s face as he walked over and handed Dominic the white to-go box of hot wings. With a snap of Jason’s fingers, he made the bottle of drink appear, only fueling Marcy’s rage, even more. Snapping her eyes back to the wings on the floor, she focused on the mess.
“Don’t try so hard,” Jason whispered in her direction.
Ignoring him, she stared harder, and imagined them being gone. A scream echoed through the room when after countless minutes they remained. Marcy kicked the mess with her foot, watching it spread across the marble.
Dominic laughed. “You’re still going to clean that up. Here, want a piece of pizza? You’re going to starve by the time you finally figure it out.”
Narrowing her eyes and slowly bring them up, she stared at the pizza box Dominic held in his hand. With all the adrenaline still racing though her, it only intensified her anger. She hated that she couldn’t materialize, and wanted the food to explode into a million pieces. Instead she watched, startled while the cardboard shot up in flames.
“Holy shit! What the fuck, Marcella?”
Jason fell to the floor laughing while Dominic jumped off the bed and threw the engulfed box to the ground. He quickly made it disappear. Blue eyes glared at her while he stalked forward. The heaviness of his breathing made Marcy’s heart beat faster, and it had nothing to do with the energy she’d consumed. No, he looked every bit the demon when he was angry.
“I suggest you watch that temper. If there’s one thing I don’t like it’s fire. Never use heat against me if you’re pissed. You’ll find my temper a lot worse than you think. Now clean your mess.”
Dominic walked from the room and headed through his door. Jason still lay on the floor, tears coming from his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he made her mess disappear.
“Brilliant, Marcy, really. I think you scared the shit out of him. How did you do that?”
“How did
you
do that?” She asked, gesturing to the clean floor.
“You have to be calm and just imagine it. What about the fire?”
She smiled. “You need to ask? I was angry as hell.”
“You practice on materializing some clothes to cover you. I’ll get mad and work on fire or whatever else I can accomplish. Maybe I can start the fireplace.” He looked toward the door. “Dom probably won’t be back for awhile. You really upset him.”
“I didn’t mean to.” Marcella considered Jason’s words. Instead, she had another idea. “Hey, Jason, do you think the connection I have to Dom could be used for something? He thinks so.”
Jason’s brow creased while he shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe, what do you have in mind?”
“I’m going to try something I just thought of. It might make him more pissed, but I have to attempt it.”
“Go for it. I don’t think you can make things worse.”
Well, that’s debatable
. Closing her eyes, she envisioned herself needing her mate, wanting to apologize for hurting him. In her mind, she could see him standing before her in his beautiful, tall, muscular form. Dressing him in a pair of loose fitting jeans with a long sleeve, black shirt, Marcella ran her hands up his arms. The way the fabric clung to Dominic’s build had her heart pounding with wanting him, again. Blond curls hung next to his bright blue eyes, eyes that called to her.
“If you needed me you could have just yelled. Summoning is for masters only. It’s a skill you shouldn’t be able to possess unless you indeed have power over me. Which I guess, means you do.”
Marcella opened her eyes. Dominic stood before her in exactly what she imagined. Shock mixed with something altogether indescribable made the words catch in her throat. All she could do was stare at his gorgeous face.
“Marcy, did you need something?” His tone caressed her skin. The anger was gone. He sounded more wounded, than anything.
“I’m sorry about the fire. If I would have known you didn’t like heat, I promise I would have never of lost my temper. As for the summoning, I think I found the link you were looking for, the one that connects us. Once it hit me, I knew I could bring you to me no matter where you are. Don’t you see, Dom? They could take you away, but they’d never be able to keep us apart. I’d bring you back to me every time.”
Before Marcella could finish her last word, her body was colliding with his chest. Large arms engulfed her, squeezing her tightly into him.
“I knew something would come out of it, but never that. Do you know what this means? I’m free of them. Free!”