“Agreed.”
The Morrigan stuck out her hand and the devil accepted her bargain. He lowered his head and opened his mouth, flicking out his tongue and burning her skin. She screeched at the pain and tugged to remove her hand. But bright gold swirls formed on her palm, branding her. As soon as the beast released her, she turned her palm over to interpret the symbol, but the mark dissolved before her eyes. The angels vanished from view and the wind settled.
“Drink her blood and I’ll cast the spell merging her power with yours. Outwardly, you’ll resemble the soul-shifter, but her physical shell will remain here, frozen, until her soul is mine.”
Holding her hand, the Morrigan rubbed the skin where the brand had been and stared at the devil for a moment, uncertain, but knowing she had little choice now. There would be no escaping his power unless she fulfilled her end of the deal. Stepping forward, she lifted Ella’s arm and the devil spoke in an ancient tongue as she licked the fresh blood, feeling the liquid coat her insides. Each drop drove her and soon, the need to drink consumed her, draining the beauty until the devil sank his nails into her shoulder.
“Enough.”
He pushed her to the side and ran his claw over the length of the pale beauty, whose hair transformed from blonde to snow white. A blood-red gown covered her perfect body and magic touched the air around her, sealing her in an invisible case.
The devil stepped back. “There, forever asleep, untouched, until your time is up. And it starts now.”
“You didn’t say anything about time.”
The devil grabbed her wrist and bent her hand back, forcing her down on her knees. “You are my servant. It is not the other way around. You have her blood, but I’ve yet to unleash her power. Use it wisely to get me what I want. You have three months. That should be long enough.”
The Morrigan gasped but nodded at him.
He grabbed her forward, shoving his ring in front of her. “Kiss it.”
Looking up at him, she leaned forward and kissed the gold ring with his face on the front.
The devil lay his hand on her head. “By the power of darkness, I grant you your wish.”
Again, the ground shook underfoot and when the Morrigan tried to stand, she fell to her side. Her blood heated and the clothes she wore burned away. A golden light bathed her, and a life-force, full of energy and light, lifted her off the ground. She laughed as the magic worked and her shape transformed. She shrunk a few inches, and her hips flared out while her breasts grew round and heavy. Exploring her new form, she ran the tips of her fingers over her smooth face, loving the softness, and through the long strands of pale blonde waves, swirling around and smiling.
“Perfect.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The team was spread out, each one following his instructions as they approached the penthouse in the Liberty Hotel in Boston. The fact Marcus traveled inside the private elevator was due to Roman, who had grabbed the security guard and within seconds, the man obeyed his commands. What a talent. Having a vampire on his side proved useful in ways he had never considered. The prince had arrived shortly after they had, offering his assistance. Currently, he was situated on the balcony, waiting for Marcus to enter the main suite.
“As far as I can tell, Ella is alone,” Roman said into his headset.
The heavy elevator doors opened with a resounding and unavoidable ping. Staring out at the luxurious room, it reminded him of the bridal suite he occupied with Ella when they visited Wales, in what seemed a lifetime away now. The creamy gold opulence and the mesmerizing heady scent of orchids surrounded him. Despite the obvious luxury of the room, he longed for the stone walls of home, but only if Ella was with him. Stepping out from the elevator, he made his way across the gleaming wooden floor to the large sectional, stopping to sniff the powerful scent of the flowers. For a moment, the heady scent made him blink and pause. A sting on the side of his neck had him cursing and rubbing the skin there. He stared around the room, which tilted and faded in and out. He wobbled toward the door in front of him, which he believed led to the bedroom, blinking and trying to correct his vision.
Shaking his head, he tried to dislodge the invading stupor. Leaning over, he extended his arm to reach for the handle of the door, but it opened and swung back. A tantalizing vision of seduction stood before him. Ella, but not any version he had ever met before. Her exposed flesh sparkled with gold glitter. She stood in a long sheer gown that left nothing to the imagination. Her pert nipples beckoned, and every curve and dip of her toned figure flashed at him, drawing him closer.
A pull at his middle yanked him inside the room and a rush of heady desire flooded his veins, rendering his cock stiff and needy. The next thing he knew, he was stretched out flat on his back on the large bed as the doors slammed shut, locking him inside the room. He bent forward to move, but his clothes vanished. Ella stood between his legs, stroking his shaft. Grabbing her hand, he tried to stop the onslaught of wicked sensations that exploded with force, switching on a blazing passion that made his dick stand to attention. His blood fizzed in his veins and he growled, needing relief.
“Ella…what have you done to…me?” He managed to get out despite the dryness of his throat.
“Hm, you smell better today,” she said.
As he absorbed her words, the temptress dipped
