Deadly Desires by Jennifer Salaiz Read Free Book Online Page B

She’d forgotten how brutal the Texas sun was. She groaned. “How in the world do you all sit out here all day? I’m baking and I haven’t even been standing here for more than five minutes.”
    Dominic laughed. “Feels like home to me.”
    They all looked toward him and Jason died laughing. “I figured it’d be a lot hotter than this.”
    “Not at all. Quite normal, actually. I mean, yeah, it’s full of pain at every step, but not the kind you think. It’s all emotional. Sadness, anger, sorrow, it’s like a perfume in the air. Everyone has their own internal battles going on. But then you have the really bad people. Now they have to relive what they inflicted here on Earth. Torture times ten. Over and Over. I’d hate to be them.”
    Donavon shuddered. “Me, too. That sounds horrible.”
    “It is,” Dominic said lowly.
    Marcella looked toward Samael’s door. “Have any of you talked with him today?” Her men shook their heads. She was half tempted to go knock on the door, but stopped herself.
    “He’s meeting with the masters.” Dominic continued to stare out into the distance. “It’s that time again. Although”—his eyes narrowed and he looked at her—”I really thought he’d be here by now. He usually gets in at dawn. Maybe he’s sleeping.”
    Just knowing he’d been with the council had her heading toward his room. She gripped the knob and opened the door. His room was back to normal. No dark walls or black silk sheets. She looked at the empty bed and made the ring appear on her finger just so she could see it again. An aching raced through her heart. She almost didn’t want to take it off, but the fact of the matter was they weren’t married anymore.
    “It becomes you.”
    Marcella jumped at Samael’s voice. She hadn’t seen him appear before her. The dark suit he wore fit to his large body perfectly, and she had to stop herself from trying to get closer to him. The ring disappeared at her thought, and she tried not to let the memories of them being together overpower her. The truth was, all she had to do was picture it and she could still feel him filling her completely. The experience was burned into her brain permanently.
    “How did the meeting go?” The last thing she wanted to do was bring up why she’d had the ring on her finger when there was no reason for it to be.
    “Same ol’ bullshit. Nothing we need to worry about.” His eyes raked down her body, and he took a deep breath. “Your scent is stronger today. It happened, didn’t it?”
    Marcella couldn’t keep the smile from her face. “Yes. It came this morning.”
    He nodded, and she watched as he turned his back and walked over to the bar at the far end of the room. She couldn’t help feeling like something was off with him.
    “Are you upset?” Two steps were as far as she got before he turned to her.
    “Upset…no.” Scotch filled his glass, and Samael took a long drink. He turned to her and advanced so fast Marcella felt her eyes go big. The power of his arms locked around her, and he crushed his mouth down to hers. The liquor washed over her tongue and she moaned at their connection. He pulled back and looked into her face. “I’m sorry. I…” He took steps backward with an alarming look on his face.
    “What is it, Samael? Talk to me.”
    “You don’t understand. Now that you’re”—he paused—”fertile, my cravings for you are intensified far worse than I could have ever imagined. You’ll have to be careful. Jason and Dom are compatible with your collector. Give it a few hours and they’ll be pining over you a hundredfold. The moment the bleeding stops, there will be a two day window for them. It’s not like most humans where ovulation comes usually around two weeks. Yours will be immediate.”
    “You said ‘with them.’” Marcella came close to him. “It’s different with you though. When is your window?”
    He threw back the rest of the scotch, and the way his eyes burned into her made