Craving Her Vampire: Embracing The Bond, page 21
“Don’t force it. Some things may be too painful,” I say gruffly. “You were young and probably won’t get all the moments back. You can make new memories with them, better ones.”
“That will be nice.” She licks her lips. “My mom is our hero. She fought for us. Can you imagine the agony she has been in? She sacrificed herself so we could live. She knew being in the pack house together would be better than with Carter. She tried to protect us.”
“She is your mother. She would have done anything for you.”
“I wish she wouldn’t have had to.”
“Me, too.” I squeeze her hand. “I killed the men at Lace’s store,” I say.
“Oh, good. How are the other shifters?”
“We have found places for them. All we can do is give them the resources to move on.” I play with her fingers while watching her face.
“Were you scared?” she asks.
“Terrified, even though I knew you could handle it,” I reply.
“I had my doubts when I saw the castle.”
“I don’t blame you.”
“Knowing you were coming eased the fear. For a second, seeing them brought into the basement, I was scared. But then I felt your body close to mine, which gave me courage. I’m glad I did it, though. I believe it happened so I can remember.”
“If you say so.” I pull her hand to my mouth. “If I lost you…” I press a kiss on her fingers.
“You didn’t. Everything was under my control, but I was grateful to see Sally in the basement. I freaked out when I saw all the chains,” she admits, and I drop her hand to my knee.
“I don’t want you ever to feel fear,” I grumble.
“You can’t control that,” she says.
“I can,” I disagree, and she smiles.
“Have you turned someone into a vampire before?” she asks.
“Yes,” I answer cautiously. I’ve only done it once, and none of my friends know about her. She was dying, and accepted the gift of vampire life. We keep in touch with texts, but we aren’t close.
“Tell me again how it works? Is it similar to shifters?”
“The concept is the same,” I start, alert and hopeful. “Shifters don’t have to take blood necessarily. The bite alone is what ties them together. Vampires secrete their venom in their mate in several places. The person being turned has to be willing and drink the vampire's blood. In either case, it usually happens while they are together sexually.”
“How long does it take?” She pushes the covers down to her hip.
“It varies with every person. Your body won’t have as much of a shock as a human’s, so it could take less time. Once my venom starts to take effect, it will be as if you are asleep.” I glide my fingers down her arm.
“What will happen when I wake?”
“You will be hungry for my blood. There are no guarantees with the effects.”
“You heard me?” she asks, and I don’t pretend not to understand.
“Yes.”
“I do. Love you,” she whispers. “You let me be whatever I need to be. You accept me and don’t even blink while I steal your friends’ things. I love your kindness, honesty, and loyalty. Plus, you're sexy as fuck.” She grins, tapping her finger on my hand. “Most of my life, I have worn a mask. I had to be tough. I couldn’t let Turner see how his abuse and carelessness affected me. I haven’t been able to be myself. Weakness was never allowed. The only time I could cry was alone, in the dark, while I was in my bed, which I could barely sleep in. Letting my guard down for one minute could have meant my death.” She curls her hand over my arm, pushing up my arm back and forth. “The pain in my legs was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. It was empty, filled only with agony. Wondering if I would ever see my brother or know where I came from.” She slides her legs out of the covers and sits on the edge of the bed. I move back to make room for her and cup the back of her knees.
“You filled me up with acceptance and passion. I suddenly had hope. I finally had someone to lean on. Someone who valued my words and trusted my worth. I know it must have been hard to see me close to the men who controlled my life. Being able to fight for my mom, my brother, and for myself gave me the justice I craved. I love seeing your willingness to fight for me, but I needed that. I craved you from the first second I saw you fly through the forest, immediately defending me. I craved the life you brought into mine and the love that was possible. I want to complete the bond. I want to be yours. Will you be mine?”
I yank her forward, and she slides easily onto my lap. “Love,” I whisper, running my hand over her hair and then cupping her neck. “I have seen the worst of humanity, but I have also seen love and kindness. The life of a vampire is very lonely. I’ve seen people die so many fucking times. I tried to remain cautious and never get too close. I decided long ago Maddy was the only friend I needed. Ryker and Bash were a surprise, but I was grateful they weren’t human. I have protected humans and have tried to be distant.” I move my palm to her chest, pressing it to her heart. “One night in the woods changed my life. I met this fierce, loyal, brave, beautiful woman. I was sitting in a tree, wondering if my life was worth living anymore.
“A delicious scent reached me, and I knew. I knew you would change everything. I didn’t expect to love you, but I fucking love you. I will give you everything you need. My world was black and white, and this woman ran through it, filling it with color. I have been blessed with three women who are my best friends. You, my mate, are the only one who will hold everything I am in the palm of your hand.”
“Micah,” she breathes.
“I want to complete the bond. Will you give me the gift of you? Be bound to me forever? I will carry you when the pain in your legs becomes too much. I will guard your heart, and anyone who dares break it will die by my hand.” I trace her lips. “Will you give yourself to me?”
“Yes,” she says.
“I will take care of you in every way. You can steal my watch whenever you want. I’ll buy more.” I grin.
“I’ll have a collection of watches.” She grins back and then sobers. “I’m a little anxious,” she admits.
“Tell me,” I encourage.
“What will I be once I’m turned?” she asks, biting her lip. I pull her lip with one hand and squeeze her thigh with the other.
“You will be Daisy. Fierce. Magnificent. Mine.” I pull her closer, eliminating any space between us.
“You will be mine, too,” she says.
“I have been yours since I smelled your scent,” I rasp.
“Micah,” she whispers.
“Are you ready, pet?” I ask, playing with the collar of her shirt.
“Yes.”
“What is your word?”
“Chains.”
“What do you call me?” I ask, my voice deep.
“Daddy.”
“Good, pet.” I stand, and she gasps, grabbing my neck. I palm her ass and pull down the sheets. “Let go,” I order, and she drops her arms. I place her on the bed and take a step back. “Gorgeous.” I drag my fingers from her feet up to her breasts, circling her nipple. “Let's play first, pet.”
I lean over her and suck her nipple through the shirt, pulling hard, and her back comes off the bed.
It’s time to claim my mate.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Daisy
His mouth on me demands I forget everything but him. His scent is thick in the air, and his energy commands my attention. His hands are flat on the bed on either side of my body, and his mouth is the only thing touching me, but it doesn’t matter; the anticipation causes my need to rise.
He opens his mouth and glides his teeth over my hard nipple. He switches to my other breast, giving the same treatment, but pulls away too soon.
“Sit up and take off your shirt,” he says and steps back. His eyes track my movements, and the heat within them makes my hands fumble with the fabric. “Good, pet,” he hums as I throw the shirt to the floor. “Lay back.” I resume my position and watch him trace the curves of my body with his blazing gaze. “Years ago, I promised myself when I did find my mate, I would make completing the bond as pleasurable as possible,” he says casually, circling the bed. “Move to the middle,” he orders easily, and I don’t waste time doing as he asks. “Arms above your head.” My fingers hit the headboard as I do it quickly. “Don’t move.” He walks away.
My breath comes in short bursts as he disappears into the closet. The only thing I move is my eyes to the empty doorway while I wait for his return. Trust is necessary in any relationship, but as a shifter, it needs to be complete. Micah has earned every ounce of my trust.
I suck in air sharply the moment he comes back with a toy in his hand and no clothes on his body. I can’t say for sure which fact caused the reaction. Micah is a beautifully put-together man. I will never get tired of seeing his body with his tattoos enhancing his beauty.
The toy is large and purple. I love the color, but I’ve never had a purple dildo. Of course, I’ve used one—a girl has needs—but never in front of anyone. It was hard to find the opportunity to use the ones I have in the pack house.
“What is your word?” he asks, studying my face.
“Chains.”
“Are you going to use it?” he asks gently.
“No,” I say firmly. I may have had pause, but I know he would never do anything to humiliate or harm me in any way. I might have never used a toy with a partner watching, but Micah is not just anyone. He holds the toy with one hand and uses the other to grab the back of the chair, dragging it to the bottom of the bed.
“You know I like to watch. I would never share you with anyone with a heartbeat,” he says, an edge to his voice. He comes to my side. “But I will enjoy watching you fuck yourself.” A vibration fills the room. The toy hits my nipple, and I jump. “I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself,” he smirks. He trails it down my stomach and holds it against my clit and I gasp. “Such a pretty sound, pet. I want more of it.” He leaves it lying on my stomach, walks around the bed, and sits in his chair. “Give me a show, pet.”
His grin dares me. I want to please my Daddy, but I also want to make him lose all control.
Win-win.
I bend one knee and then the other and glory at his sharp breath.
If he wants a show, I’ll give him one.
I drag the toy up the center of my body, pausing on my stomach, the vibration joining the fluttering of my need. I continue to my breasts, circling one breast and then the other. His bright eyes follow every move. I hide my smile as I travel up my neck and pause with it in front of my mouth. His eyes narrow, a flash of heat and hope in his expression. I stick out my tongue and lightly circle the head.
He leans forward.
I lick, pause again, and then suck. I take half the shaft into my mouth, sucking, and pull out. I repeat the motion two more times. Micah drops his hand to his cock, and I lose concentration, almost dropping it on my chest.
He grins.
I travel back down my body and tease my clit with the wet tip. He tilts his head, watching, and strokes himself once. It’s a game to see who will break first, and I fucking love it.
I keep my eyes on him and push it inside where I need it the most.
“Yes, pet,” he hisses, leaning back, his hand moving with the rhythm of my hand.
Even though it's plastic inside me, it is an extension of my mate. It is a tool he asked for, he bought, and ultimately he commands. The view of his pleasure in my actions fuels my desire even more than the toy hitting all the right places.
“Daddy,” I whimper as I find the pace that sparks the heat.
“Slower,” he growls, and I grit my teeth, but slow. “Good, pet. Just like that.” The blankets bunch in my fist beside me as I restrain myself. “You look delicious.” He folds his arm behind his head. “How does it feel, pet?” He strokes his cock slowly.
“Good, Daddy,” I moan, the vibration cascading through my body.
“You like to be watched by me,” he says.
“Yes,” I say. There is no point in denying it; he can see how much I like it.
“I love watching your pussy being filled by my toy.” His tongue touches the corner of his mouth. “You’ve made it very wet, pet.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, my attention on his mouth.
“You want my mouth?”
“Please.” My hand loses the rhythm when he pushes up and leans forward, his palms hitting the bed by my feet.
“Keep going,” he whispers. I shiver when his lips kiss my ankle.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Don’t stop,” he says. “Daddy wants a close-up view.”
I’m going to burst. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He feathers open-mouth kisses up the inside of my leg. “A little longer. I want you to come when I give you my real cock.” He licks the sensitive skin where my thigh meets my pussy, once, twice, and then licks my thumb on the top of the toy.
I melt.
My hand jerks to a halt.
“Pet, I didn’t say to stop,” he warns, his breath floating over my wet fingers. “Yes, love,” he says when I thrust. “Beautiful.”
“Please, Daddy.” He nudges the toy with his nose, and I comply, bending it back. “Micah,” I cry when he sucks on my clit.
“I want you to come,” he says, yanks the toy out, lunges, and slams home. “Now,” he growls.
All the buildup rushes over me with his permission. “Daddy, yes.” I desperately grab his arm as he covers me completely.
“Yes, pet,” he hisses, the slap of our hips pushing me up the bed. His hand palms the top of my head. “Your hot pussy loves my cock.” I thread my fingers through his hair as my orgasm rolls over me, my mouth open in a silent scream.
I have never felt such a consuming desire. He continues to ride me through it, thrusting quickly. My breasts slide against his chest, my nipples rolling across his skin, adding to the pull in my stomach.
“Daddy, Daddy,” I whisper when it eases but doesn’t end, bubbling, ready to erupt again with every slide of his cock.
“My pet,” he whispers back, nipping my jaw. “I want another. Give Daddy another one.” I start to shake my head but stop when it starts to build again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say instead.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Your pussy is hungry for Daddy.”
“I will always be hungry for you,” I groan as he speeds up.
“Fuck, yes.” He cups my jaw, his fingers on my cheek. “Are you willing to be tied to me forever?”
I look into his eyes. “Yes.”
“You want to complete the bond?”
“I do.”
“You will be mine, and I will be yours,” he says, removing his hand only to bring them to his mouth. “Drink my blood, and come while you do,” he demands, his teeth dropping and tearing into his finger.
“Yes, Micah,” I say eagerly. His hips increase their motion, and he holds his bleeding finger to my mouth. I part my lips and suck the digit inside along with the blood of my vampire mate.
“Good, pet,” he says and drops his head. I revel in his taste and start to come.
The air is electric, the magic of our bond pulsing in the air, and he strikes. His teeth slide into my neck, his beard rubbing against my electrified skin, and a push and pull begins. I physically feel his venom flowing into my body while he takes my blood. At the same time, I feel his hot come hitting the walls of my pussy.
So many sensations. The warmth and taste of his blood. The satisfaction from his release inside me, of his come and his venom. A rush of belonging to another begins; his feelings are somehow mine. My coyote is ready to become something new, different, and tied to him.
Micah rips his mouth away, my blood on his teeth, his eyes glowing. He gradually slows his thrusts and then stops. He takes away his finger and opens the cut again, this time dripping his blood into my open mouth. I swallow, and his life rolls down my throat.
Everything is in slow motion.
“I love you, Daisy,” he says, dipping his head again and taking his hand away. This time he bites my breast, sucking and pushing.
My mouth can’t form the words back to him. I watch from under my lashes as he pulls away again and then pulls out. I want to reach out to him, but my arms don’t obey my commands, and he moves down my body.
His teeth enter my thigh. More of the same.
Over and over, he bites. Over and over, the burn of his venom mixes with my blood.
“I’ll be here when you wake,” he says, but his voice is floating from far away. “Push through the pain, Love. Come back to me,” he says.
My eyes drop. My energy is nonexistent.
I see my coyote in my head nodding, reassuring me that I will wake up when it is time.
I feel Micah beside me, holding me close.
“Give in, love. You were meant to be the mate of a vampire. You will be stunning in your new power,” he says.
If you say so.
Right now, the burning is increasing to an unbearable level, and I don’t like the pain. It is worse than any I felt in my legs.
My thoughts scatter.
I try to concentrate on my mate holding me, but the fire in my veins doesn’t allow it.
Agony.
Fire.
Burning me from the inside out.
I want to go back to the pleasure from moments ago.
I will fight, and when I wake, I will belong in every way to Micah.
He is all that matters.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Micah
“How long has it been?” Saphira asks.
“Five hours, thirty minutes, and twenty seconds,” I reply.
“Specific,” she mutters.
“Do you need anything?” Sally asks, and I don’t bother to open my eyes as I lay on the couch with my ankles crossed, one arm under my head, the other laid across my forehead.
“No.”
“How can he be so calm?” Quinn asks. Steph stayed with Daisy’s mom and brother.
