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Secret Desires - Part 3 (*slash*)
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~MARCUS' POV~
I watch as Matthew moans slightly in his unconscious state. He looks so frail and vulnerable as he lays on my lush
black leather sofa, so unlike his younger brother, Jeff.
I smile as I remember my first meeting with the youngest Hardy. So reckless and carefree. So .....evil. He was a
young man after my own cold, black heart. And fuck. Jeff was the hottest thing that had been in my bed in a
couple of centuries. Although, I have a feeling that Matthew, Adam, and Jason will give him some stiff competition.
I lean down and place a cool wash cloth on Matthew's face and his eyes instantly start to flutter open. He gasps as
he sees me.
"What happened?" He asked confused as he raised up to a sitting position still clutching his head as the room spun
around him.
"You fainted," I smirk as I ponder how sweet Matthew's final seduction was going to be, but first, I'm going to
play some mind games with him. Jeff insists.
Who am I to argue? I'm going to love testing the theory of "brotherly love."
I grin as he stands on wobbly legs and walks over to the motorcycle.
~MATT'S POV~
The shopkeeper is giving me the creeps the way he keeps staring at me, like he wants to eat me alive or
something. But the main thing creeping me out is the motorcycle.
It's identical to the one Jeff was riding the night he went off that cliff. There was no way that the motorcycle wasn't
destroyed. Then again, they never found Jeff's body or the motorcycle. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.
I remember the investigation. I remember how the sheriff and the police from the city had searched for days trying
to locate the body or the bike. All the physical evidence was there. The skid marks darkened the pavement where
Jeff had tried at the last minute to stop. The damaged railing that was ripped from it's posts.
Trembling, I reach my hand out to touch the handle bar.
A shiver surges through me as I feel Jeff's presence.
"M-A-T-T," Jeff's voice whispers in my ear.
"Jeff?" I whisper in disbelief. How was it possible?
"Jeff? No, my name is Marcus," the shopkeeper whispers as he massages my shoulders. "Are you sure that you
are alright?"
Something about his casual touch and the closeness of his body to mine made me nervous.
I pull away and look at him. "Didn't you hear the voice?"
"Voice?" Marcus asks confused, lifting an eyebrow.
"I thought that I heard a voice," I whisper.
"Would you like to take the bike for a test drive?" He asks hopefully.
"No!" I gasp as I back away from it.
"Matt, don't leave me," the voice whispered in my head again.
"I have to go," I gasp as I run to the door and fling it open. I'm relieved to find the sheriff on the outside.
"Matt?" Hunter asks concerned at my disheveled appearance. He glares at Marcus, who returns the glare with
ease.
"Are you alright Matt?" Hunter asks as he protectively pulls me outside.
"Yes. I just thought that the motorcycle was Jeff's, and I....."
"He fainted," Marcus smirks. "I merely brought him inside to revive him.
I look at Hunter and I see the distrust in his eyes. He also has a funny feeling about Marcus. There's just something
about him that you just can't quite place your finger on, but it's there....something not right...something evil.
Hunter pushes past me and walks to the motorcycle. He frowns as he looks at it. As if in a daze, he pulls out his
notepad and scribbles down the license and the serial number of the bike. "Only one way to find out," he whispers
as he glares at Marcus on the way out.
I smile in relief as his strong arms wraps around my waist and helps me down the stairs and across the street.
"Why Matt? Why did you do it?" Jeff whispers in my head once again.
I gasp, but Hunter grips me tighter. "I've got you," he whispers in a friendly, caring tone.
I glance back at Secret Desires and see Marcus watching us intently through his window. I realize that a demon
from my past just came back to haunt me.
~MARCUS' POV~
I grin as I watch the pair cross the street. The good sheriff might be a little more of a challenge than I had
expected. But I do love a challenge.
It didn't matter. His soul would be mine as would Matthew's.
The creaking of the stairs alerted me to a new....customer.
~TERRY'S POV~
I've been watching Adam closely. The way he gingerly moves as if he was fucked long and hard. The scent. The
scent of another clinging to him as a constant reminder that another had taken him.
If the bastard thinks he's going to take what belongs to me, he's wrong.
Adam is mine.
I grip the door handle a moment before I roughly shove it open.
I glare at the intruder as he sits casually behind his huge desk with his feet propped on the desk as if nothing was
wrong. "Good morning, Mr. Gerin," he said with a faint smirk.
"You know me?" I growl.
"I know everyone in Prosperity, one way or another," he whispers with a smile.
"What about Adam Copeland?" I growl, this time a little louder as my fists clinch together tightly.
He chuckles. "Adam?" He ponders as he licks his lips suggestively. "Tall, blond hair, and long lean legs?"
I practically lunge over the desk, but halfway over, I realize that he's not there anymore.
Shit, he's behind me.
"Temper, Mr. Gerin. Haven't you ever heard of sharing?" He whispers in my ear.
"Fuck you!" I growl as I take a swing at his smug face, but all I manage to do is swing at air.
I turn and he is sitting behind the desk again. Fuck. How does he do that?
"Mr. Gerin, it is apparent that you care deeply for Adam. All he was to me was a great fuck."
I close my eyes as rage fills me. Using all my strength and fury, I shove the desk away and stomp toward the sitting
man.
"What if I could make him your own personal fuck toy?" He asks with a smirk.
I stop and frown at his words.
"Impossible," I growl.
He chuckles. "Nothing is impossible. Let me show you something," he whispers as he disappears into another
room.
Frowning, I follow him into the darken room.
I gasp as I see the huge portrait of a huge white rhino.
"Magnificent isn't it?" He asks with a smirk. "So powerful. Forceful. Dominant. Can you imagine if that power was
transferred into a man?"
"Manbeast," I whisper.
He chuckles. "Yes. One strong and powerful enough, with the animalistic sexual drive to keep his chosen mate
thoroughly satisfied and dominated, especially one long-legged blond."
"How would one harness this power?" I ask, my curiosity thoroughly peeked as I feel my cock hardening at the
thought of rutting with Adam.
Marcus held up a amulet made of bone and carved in the shape of a white rhino.
"Most amulets are worn to protect one from evil, this one will harness the power of the white rhino," he
whispered. "But a word of caution, not all men can handle the raw power that this amulet holds. Then again the
choice is yours."
"What are you?" I ask.
"A mere shopkeeper," he whispers with a gleam in his eye. "Do we have a deal?"
I take the amulet from his hand. "I'll take it."
~MARCUS' POV~
The seduction of Terry was so easy. His lust for Adam's body hastily fueled his decision to take the amulet.
Without knowing it, he has signed over his soul to me. One which I will collect as soon as I'm finished having fun
with the good townsfolk of Prosperity.
"Here let me help you," I offer as I slip the amulet around his neck.
He shivers as it touches the skin of his chest. "What was that?"
"You are one with the beast," I whisper.
He turns and looks at me with a confused look.
"How much do I owe you?"
"It's on the house. After all, I did intrude on your territory earlier," I whisper with a smirk as I remember how
sweet and tight Adam had been. "By the way, I'm having a party tonight. Would you please come? Adam is going
to be here and it would be a perfect time for you to lay claim to your mate."
He grins. "Thank you, Mr. Callaway," he whispers as he quickly leaves.
I walk over to my desk and scribble Terry's name in my book.
Humans were so predictable.
I smile as I hear the steps once again. Well, this should be interesting. I lick my lips as I see the all-american
deputy standing outside of the door.
~TBC~
