Free Undying Embrace by Jessica Lee

feeling was most definitely not mutual.
    Markus had done things under the influence of bloodlust during his time with Marguerite. Orgies were not unheard of. But females were his preference. Judging by the blatant way he stood there, making his attraction—and intentions—evident, Markus had a feeling Enrique was not going to be happy or understanding.
    This would be another rejection Enrique would have to—well—swallow. He and Marguerite couldn’t afford to have him as an enemy, especially with the Enclave breathing down their neck. Marguerite’s former commander was quite old and powerful. In fact, if it were not for Markus’s steady diet of Marguerite’s blood, Enrique would be a fearsome opponent.
    “Fuck!” The sharp sting of fangs scraping down his shaft jerked him back to the blowjob Marguerite was performing on his cock. He shoved his hands into her hair and stared at the red stains streaking his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. “You said you would play nice,” he growled.
    Her lips stroked his rock-hard flesh followed by a pulsation of suction to the head of his cock. He groaned. But this time it was from the orgasmic storm bubbling up his erection. Tossing his head back, he roared as his climax exploded from the end of his shaft and jetted down her throat.
    A veil of darkness clouded his vision. A chill followed behind the hot tingles of pleasure across his skin. Pure evil knocked on the door of his soul.
    Murky fingers of blackness filled his mind with utter despair, and the odor of burned embers overwhelmed his senses. Every time he gave himself to her, the darkness grew thicker, more absolute. The waves of pleasure she created within his body were sweet—and addictive. But each time the darkness came for him afterward, he questioned his sanity for the price he was paying with the pieces of his soul. He was losing the battle against the evil crawling over his skin.
    He collapsed back onto his palms, sucking air into his lungs, and swung his head in Enrique’s direction. “Did you enjoy the show?” In his peripheral vision, Markus glimpsed Marguerite turning toward Enrique.
    The other male eased out of the shadows and farther into the room. “Mistress, please pardon the intrusion,” he said, dipping his head low in submission. “But the commander has a visitor.” Markus rolled onto his feet. Enrique’s gaze dipped lower, then quickly back to Markus’s face.
    Marguerite stood behind Markus, her naked body pressed to his. She circled his waist with her arms and her hands moved higher and stroked the hairs on his chest.
    “Tell Markus’s guest, Enrique, that he’ll be with them in a few minutes.” She shoved Markus’s head to the side then pushed him forward onto his knees and on top of a chest at the foot of her bed. “He’s not quite finished here yet.”
    Long fangs sank into his neck, sucking a wheeze from his lungs. If he hadn’t already been kneeling, his knees would have buckled under the strong pull she gave to his vein. He grabbed the footboard railing in front of him for balance. Arousal flooded his mind and body once more. His cock twitched with excitement as blood pounded into his groin. His head swam. A moan sounded within the room. His, Marguerite’s, or Enrique’s, he wasn’t sure. At this point, he didn’t really give a shit.
    About a half hour later, he stepped into the office on the first floor of the multilevel home he shared with Marguerite and their minions. A man paced the room. Large, and most definitely human. He stopped short when the door clicked shut and whipped around, facing Markus. Recognition dawned. It was the bartender from Wicked Ways. The man was one of the donors for the former master of Fairfield’s colony, Jean-Claude—his Calix. He didn’t know his name. Didn’t really give a fuck. The human ran a thick palm over his brown crew cut before dropping his chin in submission.
    “Sir, please forgive the intrusion to your home, but I bring