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black. A ball of fire began to rotate in his hand and the air picked up around the dark angel. Marcy rushed forward and fell sideways against the shaking. “Not in my fortress, goddammit! You’re going to bring the damn walls down. Plus, now’s not the time.”
    A frown came to Samael’s face and Dominic laughed. “Holy hell, that was a bit scary. I’ve never gotten to witness any of his power before.”
    The black receded from his vision as Samael came toward them. “Just the smallest fraction of what I’m capable of, my new collector.” Dominic smiled at him, and he knew Samael was telling the truth. The Devil’s son was one of the most powerful men alive, period. What was going to happen when the collector’s blood mixed with his? Dominic was almost afraid to find out.

Chapter 7
     
    Marcella closed her eyes as Dom and Ambrose sandwiched her body. Warmth permitted from Ambrose’s skin, and for the first time, she actually rested against him comfortably. Before, he’d been so cold. The difference was like night and day.
    Dominic’s hand began to trace up her side and Marcella moaned. She pushed herself against him and froze. As the need that filled her, she flew to a sitting position. “We can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to.” She paused. “We just can’t for a while longer.”
    “Oh, yeah.” Dominic groaned. “I keep forgetting your body is actually working now.”
    Marcella smiled. “But there is something I could do.” She licked her lips, and Dom looked over to Ambrose.
    “To both of us?” Ambrose asked, smiling.
    “Yes.” Marcella got on all fours while she watched her men get to a sitting position. At the knock on the balcony door, all three looked at each other, confused. “Come in,” she called.
    Samael walked in and nearly tripped over his feet. “The tension in the room is suffocating. I think I’ll come back later.”
    “No, wait!” Marcella waved him over and she could tell he was reluctant. The black T-shirt and jeans he wore were so out of character that she was enthralled with him.
    “What is it, my queen?”
    “Stay.” She reached for his hand and stopped herself. The last thing she needed was a restless night at the pleasure his touch brought her.
    “Uh, no, I don’t think so.” He began to step backward. “I thought you weren’t ready yet, anyway. Are you having a change of heart?”
    She tried not to smile, and she saw the hurt in his features. He wanted this child as much as she did, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself.
    “I’m not ready. But there are other ways to please my men that don’t require actual intercourse, Samael. You know that.”
    “I see.” Samael still inched back. “Well, I don’t think you need my help with that. I’ll just go.”
    Marcella laughed. “It’s not like you think. You don’t have to please them. I will. But I’d like you to keep your hands on their shoulders as I do.”
    “You want to use my gift to get your men off?” A stunned laugh came from his mouth. “Seriously?”
    “Dead serious.” She pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Samael’s eyes went right to her tight nipples. “You could join us if you want. I’d love to taste you, too.”
    The internal battle that Samael must have been going through was one that went far beyond Marcella’s grasp. Minutes went by while he would start to walk forward, but stop.
    “What the hell.” Samael stripped off his shirt and Marcella rolled her eyes. She instantly vanished his clothes. “Hey.” He looked at her a bit uncomfortably but it quickly passed as he crawled onto the bed.
    “Is he really that good?” Dominic glanced up at Samael.
    Marcella nodded. “Just wait, lover. You’re going to fight not to come on the spot.” She motioned with her hand. “Samael, get in the middle. It’ll be easier that way. And all of you get on your knees.”
    As he positioned himself, Marcella lowered to all fours, again. Their hard cocks