Corrupt Cravings (13 page)

“Where do you think you’re going? And why in the hell are you carrying her? She needs to get used to the pain. You know that, Arizona.”

“Yes, well, I’m not a woman, so I don’t know the pains associated with the monthly process. I’m taking her to get feminine products.”

Marcella’s cheeks went up in flames again. She hit him in the chest while everyone started laughing. How humiliating! “I’m so glad y’all think it’s funny. Since you all know, then also consider what a bitch I’m going to be when the hormones really kick in. Keep laughing.”

They all grew quiet while she smiled at them. Yeah, let them choke on that for a while. Donavon proceeded to the door while two men followed. She didn’t even question why they were going.

The heat from the day penetrated into her skin as they walked into what looked like a large barn. Four different types of vehicles sat inside, all of them dark colors. The black Mercedes SUV Donavon walked up to made Marcella’s eyes widen. She’d so not pictured him driving one of those. How in the world did they get their money? Well, she sure as hell wasn’t asking.

“Do they have those things at convenience stores?”

The door opened, and she was placed inside. Pulling the buckle around her, she looked at the guys in the back and then at Donavon. “What
those
are you referring to? Why not elaborate since you didn’t mind sharing it with the whole world not minutes ago.”

“Nope, not going to say the words out loud. Do you want the cardboard box or the ones that come in a plastic package?”

Rolling her eyes, she pushed him back and shut the door. He walked around and climbed in the driver’s seat. When he started the car, they didn’t leave. “Well, I need to know if I’m running in.”

“My sister always gets the ones with wings. I think you should go that route. Always better to be safer, bro.”

Slowly, Marcella turned to look at the Hispanic man behind her. He looked young, with spiky black hair. Piercings littered his face but actually didn’t look bad on him. The tattoos on his neck drew her attention. Lettering, names, nothing she could really make out unless she was closer, which wasn’t going to happen.

“Wings…right.” Donavon nodded while he said the words. As if happy with the answer, he pulled out of the barn. Bass from the rap music shook the SUV to the point of making her teeth chatter. Vibrations covered her body, making her clit pulse. At the moan that passed her lips, she decided enough was enough.

“Can you turn it down!” Marcella had to scream to be heard. Eyes cut in her direction, but he complied. It wasn’t blocks later that they pulled into a store with a drive-thru window. It was Marcella’s turn to give him a dirty look.

“If you knew I wouldn’t need to get out of the car, why couldn’t you just give me directions so I could bring myself?”

He smiled and winked. Goddamn it, he did that shit on purpose. It had to be because he was worried about her meeting other men. Marcella couldn’t think of any other reason for him to want to tote her around.

An older woman opened the window. “What can I get y’all?”

Donavon gestured to her, and she growled under her breath. Unbuckling, she leaned over his seat until the top half of her body was hanging out the window. The exposed skin of her waist slid across his face and she didn’t care one bit that she had plenty of room on her other side.

“Do you have women’s products here?” Marcella whispered, embarrassed. Paybacks were a bitch. She’d make sure of it.

“Yes. What do you need, honey?”

“Anything you got.”

The woman smiled and left the window. Marcella spun and collapsed hard into Donavon’s lap. He groaned, jerking forward. “Next time you pull this shit, remember where I sleep. I’ll make your life a living hell. And trust me, I can. Don’t fuck with me,
Arizona
. Before it’s over with, you will bow to me.”

Something in her words made him draw back and look confused. Good. He needed to think over what she said. Literally, someday he would bow to her. She was his queen. But what if they couldn’t get on friendly terms in this lifetime?

“Here you go, sweetie. That’ll be four dollars and eighty-five cents.”

Marcella took the bag and nodded to her driver. “He’s got it.”

Donavon paid, and they headed back to the house. The only thing on her mind was going back to sleep. Her body screamed for it. The need to heal and get back to normal forced her eyes closed. More than anything, though, she wanted to change her damn form.

Making their way down the road, she noticed her car somehow had gotten moved into the old red building. Donavon pulled in front of the house and parked. Everyone got out, and Marcella didn’t wait. She unbuckled and headed for the front door.

“No, I don’t want you walking. You’re in pain.”

“I’m fine. Luis said I need to get used to it.”

He picked her up anyway. Cursing under her breath, she pulled his face to look at hers. “Let me down. You don’t care if I hurt. Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t know. There’s something”

“Motherfucker! Arizona, what did I tell you? I said put her down.”

Muscle hardened in his arms while he looked at the alpha who was standing at the front door. To her, Donavon looked conflicted, but she wasn’t sure. Not wanting to get him in any more trouble, Marcella wiggled until he placed her on her feet. Luis gestured for her to continue, and there was no way she was going to hang around for him to say anything else. As she slowly made her way up the stairs, each step became anguish. The bag in her hand felt like it weighed twenty pounds.

After what she swore was ten minutes of pure torture, Marcy finally made it to the bed. Falling to the air mattress, she let a groan come from her mouth. Pressure instantly gripped her foot. Looking down, she watched as Donavon slid the flip-flops off of her feet and lifted her legs, pulling the blanket to rest against her stomach.

No words were spoken as he walked around the bed and climbed in. The weight of his body caused her to immediately roll into his side. Tenderly, he lifted her head and cradled her neck with his arm. Their closeness caused her to pull away. If her succubus came, she was done for.

“Now it’s you who doesn’t want to be by me. Is it because of your lovers?”

The jealousy in his tone hit her right in the chest. She wanted to be by him. They needed to connect, but it was still too soon. If she asked him to leave with her, he wouldn’t.

“Why do you care about what men I see? You don’t even know me.”

“Well, maybe I want to. I’ve taken care of you for two days while you were dead to the world. If you knew what all I helped you with, you would thank me.” A smile made her blush even more. God, she was glad she couldn’t remember anything.

Her body was pulled back next to his. Tightly, he held her to him. Panic made her jerk back. Wetness collected between her thighs while she fought what she so desperately wanted. Before she could get away, his body covered hers.

“You want me. I can smell it. Why are you fighting what you feel? It’s because of them, isn’t it? Just tell me.”

His knees separated her thighs while he pushed the hardness of his cock into her. She moaned, gripping his shirt tightly. “It’s not my men. We’re moving too fast. Please.”

Fingers broke open her jeans, and she gripped to him tighter. Could she fuck him without bringing out her sexual demon? Damn, she really hoped so because she seriously knew she was past the point of wanting him to stop. Just the thought of his cock sliding into her made clit pulse.

“You smell so good. I want to stick my tongue inside of you and taste just how sweet you are. Tell me to continue. I know you want me to.”

Marcella didn’t think. She pulled his mouth to hers while trying to pull at her jeans. The soreness of her limbs went to the back burner as passion took the lead. His taste consumed her at the first brush of his tongue. The sound of her jeans tearing and being pulled off made her even wetter than she already was.

“Fuck.” He broke himself from her lips and began pulling their clothes off. With wide eyes, he took in her body. “God, you’re so beautiful. I think I could look at you forever.”

His words ended while he went to the spot she’d repeatedly seen him go in all of her visions, her pussy. The vibrations from his moaning brought her into instant orgasm. It took everything she had to hold in her screams. In and out, his tongue pushed inside of her. The moment he sucked her folds into his mouth, her hands went wild trying to grab him.

“Donavon.”

He moaned a, “hmm,” in response and continued back to plunging his tongue into her entrance. The more he took in her release, the tighter his fingers gripped to the sides of her hips.

“Donavon, look at me.”

Lifting his eyes, his mouth never quit sucking and licking the sensitive area. Trying to focus, Marcella pulled up, away from him. “Is anything about me at all familiar to you?”

Fingers gripped the outside of her thighs and pulled her back to his face. “What do you mean?”

The tip of his tongue brushed against her clit, bringing a moan from her mouth. Damn it, she couldn’t focus with him doing that. “Donavon, think. Is anything about me, my taste maybe, bringing anything back?”

“Marcella, I’m really not sure what you mean. Just let me fuck your pussy with my tongue. No more talking. Sit back and enjoy.”

Letting it drop, she closed her eyes and gave in. Circular motions swirled around her opening. Clenching the blue silk sheet in her fists, she began to move her hips against his face. Damn, he was good.

A finger slid deep, causing the top of her body to jerk up from the mattress. Reaching for him, she was shocked when he pushed her back to the bed. Another finger spread her further apart, joining the other to push against her G-spot.

Marcella grabbed the pillow, pushing it against her face. With what he was doing, she couldn’t help but moan. The temptation to take her and Donavon somewhere else gripped her. What would happen if Luis or someone walked in? Just at the thought, she shuttered.

“Please, don’t make me wait any longer. I want you.”

“One condition.”

“I beg your pardon?” Removing the pillow and raising her head, she looked at him surprised.

“I want to do this more, afterward, or tonight. Whenever, but soon. Please let me do this again. There’s something”

Again she noticed his face take on a weird look. Good, hopefully he was remembering. “If that’s what you want, okay, but right now, will you come up here?”

The wideness of his chest rose above her as he hesitated. “I haven’t done this in a while. I’m not really sure how good it’ll be for you.”

Marcella pulled him closer. “Don’t think, just kiss me. I want to taste my cum on you. Let me sample what you say you want to experience again.”

A mischievous smile lit his face as he pushed the tip of his cock inside of her. She froze in shock. Oh shit, he looked like Dominic when he made that face. Too much like her demon lover, if she wanted to admit the truth. Not to mention, their cocks felt to be around the same size. Huge.

Lowering himself, his tongue broke past her lips, massaging her essence into her taste buds. Deeper he slid, filling her completely. Marcella’s nails dug into his back against the pleasure already tightening her again.

“Fuck, you’re tight. You feel so good. Do you like the way my cock feels inside of you?”

“Yes,” Marcella whispered, too afraid she’d moan out loud if she talked any louder.

“You have to understand I’m not used to this. I don’t allow myself around females, but fighting what I feel for you went against my instincts. Do you forgive me for acting the way I was?”