CONTINUITY: Part 6 When All Hell Threatens
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Sticks and stones rattled and rolled across her ensorcelled table. White marble inlayed with the black veins of an ancient pentangle glowed coldly under the light of five dark purple candles set across the top. Trained eager eyes quickly sifted through their settled positions, reading the ruins scarred into their faces. Just as quickly, a red nailed hand swept through them, sending them flying to the floor of the altar room.
The flame in the center candle bobbed and danced while the rest burned steady unmoved by the sorceress's tantrum.
Sinead saw this and with a growl picked up the silver candle snuffer sitting to the right of her. With a red grin, she held it above the flame, pleased to see it still and shrink. "That's better, demon. Mock me again and you will find yourself at the bottom end of a black wick."
"Be careful how you treat them Sinead, fire demons are sensitive creatures," warned a dark voice.
Glancing at the antique case clock on the opposite wall, she noted it was an hour before sunset. "Marcus, up a bit earlyaren't you?" A smile on her face that in no way reached her narrowed gaze, Sinead turned to her unwanted guest.
Six foot three inches of pure muscle and masculinity beauty sauntered with animal grace to stand beside her. "What better way to keep an eye on you, Sinead." Pale eyes the color of old pewter stared first at the runes then at her. "You failed."
Sinead blinked. A dark cold, like a fierce rushing wind, washed through her. His rage.
"You disappoint me, witch." Marcus raised a hand to strike.
"No!" Though she didn't want to, Sinead flinched away. "No, Marcus. I closed the gate…"
"With Vicki Nelson on this side of it, mortal and still alive."
"I—" What could she say?
Marcus leaned close, the collar of his black leather jacket brushing against her right cheek. With one large hand on the board and the other resting on the back of her chair, she was trapped and contrarily aroused. "You have such potential, but you waste it on human emotion."
"I could care less about that bitch Nelson."
Cold lips slid along the tip of her ear in a light caress and a flare of heat shot straight to her cunt.
"I'm talking about Fitzroy."
Something sharp pierced her lobe. A tongue curled around the blood that flowed.
She groaned at the sensation tightening her womb. Trying to focus on the conversation, she licked her lips. "Henry? Henry is nothing, a toy."
Sharp teeth scraped down her neck, pausing at the pulse beating heavily in her arching throat.
Oh hell, she was going to cum and he hadn't even bit her yet! How weak! How absolutely hot!
"He is mine, Sinead. And I will not have you screwing this up with your foul womanly obsession for him."
She shuddered, closing her legs tightly against the moisture building between them. "How…How can you be certain getting rid of Vicki Nelson will even affect him? I've watched them, followed them. He doesn't act as if he cares…"
The hand on the table shifted swiftly to her left shoulder, spinning her around so that she faced him directly. "You are blind, Sinead. He would sell his soul for her life…He will sell his soul…to me."
"Why?"
Full lips, decadent, deadly to a woman's flesh, pulled back revealing a set of fangs that had Henry's looking like a sweet dessert. Descending at least a half inch longer than the bastard prince's, they glistened with heavy saliva and looked twice as deadly.
Her clit pulsed, releasing more of her sweet feminine moisture. She was so wet, so hot and swollen and ready.
His left hand dug into the dark length of her hair, pulling her head back, stretching the skin of her neck until the thick vein could be easily seen tracing its path from her collarbone upward behind her ear. His mouth drew closer. His voice was a mere whisper, but she felt its power all the way to her toes. Henry was candy, a sweet wine, Sinead thought. But Marcus, he was devil's own full meal.
"My reasons are my own, witch, and not for the likes of you. I'll give you one last opportunity. Fail me in this and I will have your soul as forfeit for an eternity."
Sinead swallowed, but did not fight the hold in spite of the pain. "I have a plan…"
Pewter eyes darkened to black. "Tell me."
On the table, the center flame twitched.
Before she could speak, Marcus' fangs sank deep. Black fire seared her soul. As her orgasm struck, she felt the vampire's powerful mind strip her bare.
She screamed and the flame danced with delight.
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A/N Holy Moly I think I'm beginning to scare myself!