Undying Embrace by Jessica Lee

way out of his throat. The damn thing felt like a fist blocking his airway. Shit. He was going to have to fuck the bastard. His gut churned like a cauldron of bile threatening to burn its way through the lining of his stomach.
    At least if he gave Enrique what he wanted and played the part well, he would have the bastard under some semblance of control. For years, Enrique had commanded Marguerite’s minions. Now that position fell to Markus. Not only had the vampire lost his place as Marguerite’s preferred lover, but his power as well. The bloodsucker would love nothing more than to shove a dagger into Markus’s back and resume his position.
    The one good thing about this was Alexandria would never know what he was about to do. To protect her life and his.
    With a slight nod and lift of his eyebrows, he gave Enrique the answer he wanted. Markus looked over his shoulder at Alexandria. She hadn’t moved from the original spot she’d assumed on the bed. “Stay in your room, Alexandria, until I return. Understand me?”
    “Yes,” she answered in a soft voice.
    Glancing back to Enrique, he couldn’t miss the erection tenting the male’s white trousers. His mouth went dry and barren like midday in the Sahara. It wasn’t as if he was a virgin when it came to men. But his experience had been limited to a handful of orgies when he was half out of his mind with bloodlust. Never like this. One-on-one. He might have danced on the other side, but it was a beautiful woman that made his cock stand up and take notice—not a man.
    “Come with me.” Markus headed out the door. He didn’t need to look back to see if Enrique followed. He would. The soft click of the door closing behind him confirmed the fact.
    After selecting the empty room two doors down, he stepped in and stood to the side of the door, waiting the few seconds it took for Enrique to enter. He walked in and stood before the bed in the center of the room, his back to Markus.
    “Undress and get on the mattress,” Markus commanded in his best Dom voice. “Facedown.” This was the only way he was ever going to get through this. He had to be in charge. And if his suspicions were correct, the other male would respond, wanting it precisely how Markus had to give it.
    Enrique turned on his heels. “Fuck you!”
    “That is what this is all about, isn’t it?” He tossed a sexy, kiss-my-ass grin at Enrique and moved in close enough to grab him by his belted waistband. He jerked Enrique into his face and bared his fangs. “You want this? Get undressed.” Leaning in, he scraped his fangs along Enrique’s neck. The male shivered against his lips. “And next time, address me properly. Or I will punish you.” Markus peeled his hands off Enrique’s pants and gave him a shove.
    Reaching for his zipper like a good sub, Enrique’s pupils expanded. His fingers shook as he fumbled to release the button and push his pants to the floor. “Yes, sir.”

Chapter Seven
    Elle had anticipated many things when they’d stepped into Wicked Ways tonight, but she’d never thought Arran would set them up to be sitting ducks.
    “So would you like to clue me in on this plan of yours, since I’m sure by now that Rose has told every vampire in the place that we’re here?” She walked over to the one-way glass. On the other side of the window, the crowd rocked to the chorus of “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark.” How ironic. She smirked. If most of the humans actually knew what happened within the red walls of Wicked Ways when the sun went down they would run screaming for their lives. If only her sister had known what she’d been walking into. Her stomach cramped at the image racing through her mind depicting Alex beneath a horde of DEADs, her mouth gaped in a soundless cry for help.
    Her vision clouding behind unshed tears, she tried to focus on the dance floor and its mesmerizing scene of strobe lights. They blinked on and off over an erotic mass of pure sex moving in