Destiny's Wrath (Destiny Series - Book 3) by Straight, Nancy (manga ereader txt) 📕

of you together would be the best of both worlds for me. You told him that I could have my loving attentive Max during the day, and a demon in the bedroom. Did you really tell him that?”

Samael’s hands were all over me. He was breathing hard close to my ear, and I knew if this were on video, I could be accepting an Emmy. “Yesssss, I can do very imaginative things with you. I have to confess that in my wildest dreams, I never believed you would allow me to . . . to ask me, to do them. What changed your mind?”

“Things aren’t always as they seem, Samael. When it looked as though you were truly becoming evil, I worried that your actions might be my fault. I was worried that you had felt my draw to you, that I had denied my attraction to you, and you were taking my rejection out on the world. I don’t want you to do ugly things to the world, Samael. I want you to do them to me.” I began fondling one of the piercing rings in my thumb and index finger, teasing him with it.

I could see Samael’s arousal. “What sort of things do you wish me to do to you?”

Still holding the silver loop, “I’ve never had a ‘harness’ installed. I saw the photos of what you put on Cynthia. Bert showed them to me. Very original. No, I think something slightly more imaginative for me. Tell me, do you have any ideas?”

Samael leapt up from the bed and his hands were all over me. Caressing, kneading, squeezing all parts of me. I knew I had him. I pushed him away, “Wait - I don’t think we should. Not with you inside Max, anyway. How long until you can be back to your old self?”

“Soon, very soon, my dear.” He didn’t ease up. He was still all hands. Even though I knew it was Samael, he was in Max’s body, so mine reacted the way it did every time Max touched me.

“Samael, I want to. I really want you to show me your darker side. I know I can please you. But . . . not while you’re in Max.” I still had his super-human strength and was able to shove him hard as I took a step back. “You could always put Max back in charge of his body. You could watch.” I picked up the chains and slipped them back in my purse. “He said you really liked it when he and I made love that one time you were inside him.” I was pretty sure that this was the equivalent to throwing a bucket of ice water on him.

Urgently, Samael yelled, “NO! Lauren, I promise, he’ll never know. He cannot see. I’ll keep him in the dark for days, weeks if you want. I need this, I need you!”

“Awww, Samael, you don’t need it.” I feigned bashfulness, “You want it. I want it, too, but not with you inside Max. I want it with you, while you’re you. I guess I can tell you: all that time I stalked you, I think I developed some sort of obsession with you.” Pausing for effect, I wanted to reel him in. “Don’t worry, I’ve waited months; I can wait a little longer. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be strong enough to be you again.”

Max took another step back away from me, his body started convulsing, pulsating, his skin stretched in all directions right there in front of me. Pulling and contracting in unnatural ways, his facial expressions distorted, Max let out a blood-curdling scream. I could see Samael was trying to regenerate himself, trying to morph into his previous shape-shifting self before my very eyes. All colors of dark hued lights emanated from Max’s chest - greens, reds, blues; those lights projected into the outline of a man, materializing right in front of me.

I stood mesmerized for a full five minutes. When the change was done, Max lay lifeless on the bed beside me. I reached over to check his pulse: it was strong but he was immobile. I caressed his face but saw no response. His seafoam green eyes were back to their normal color, but they looked blank, and I saw no response as I looked into them.

Samael, in the body that I had tried to kill all those months ago, stood in front of me. Tall, slender, blue eyes, light hair, definitely an attractive form if there ever was one; that is, unless you knew he was a demon. With this knowledge, any form he chose was repulsive. He was completely naked, his sapphire blue eyes beaming at me as he took a step in my direction. “I can assure you, Lauren, he is very much alive. The process is hard on the body, but he lives. Now, allow me to make your wildest fantasies come true.”

“Samael, you read my mind.” I smiled a rich, welcoming smile when I asked him, “Would you mind lying on the other bed? I’ve seen this play out in my head a lot of times, and am anxious to make my fantasy a reality.”

He lay down, without reservation, without hesitation, without the slightest idea of what was about to happen. I reached between the mattress and box spring, wrapped my hand around my Glock, slid it out and aimed it squarely on Samael’s chest. It took too long for him to see the weapon and understand what was about to happen. The last time I had aimed in on him, in the freezing drizzle, hiding in his bushes, I had hesitated and then shot wildly – missing him entirely. Samael lived because I had choked. I refused to repeat my mistake from months ago. I squeezed the trigger in rapid succession, three to the chest, three to the head, and waited to make sure the wounds wouldn’t heal themselves. They didn’t.

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