16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Micah

I don’t allow many things to crack through my emotions. After so many years, there isn’t a lot that can affect me. Waiting for my friends to get their shit together and be nice to my mate was annoying. The relief I felt when everyone relaxed was immense. Having my mate stuff bracelets and a watch in my pocket to please my friends was adorable, and I appreciated her efforts. Plus, I got several hugs and enjoyed Daisy’s breasts pressed against me; win, win.

Hearing another man say my mate’s name was irritating, but when he rushed toward her, complete rage flooded my body. My only thought was to keep him away from her in any way possible. My demon pushed and demanded his death. I have no problem killing him instantly. Daisy’s presence and the scent of her desire because of my actions were the only things holding me back.

I don’t like any single man speaking to her, but a man who lived in the same house with her and was a part of the hell she lived in is a whole different level of anger.

“Do you think I will let anyone get close enough to her to do that?” I snap.

“Who are you?” he asks again after I ease my grip so he can speak.

“Her mate,” I answer. “Daisy is mine, and I don’t like it when she is threatened.” He trembles. My demon loves his fear. “Where is Turner?”

“I don’t know. Please, I just want money to get out of town,” he begs pathetically. The only kind of begging I respond to is in the bedroom.

“When did you see him last?” I ask.

“Yesterday. He was rambling about Daisy, her brother, and a coin. I went back to the house to get my clothes, and he was there. The place was trashed.” He looks from me to Daisy. “He was searching for that fucking coin again,” he says.

“Don’t fucking look at her,” I hiss. “Tell me.” Daisy’s nails dig into my back.

“He barely noticed me being there. He was talking to himself.”

“Tell me what he said,” I demand. He hesitates. “Do you know what vampires can do? Or I should clarify; do you know what I can do?” He shakes his head once. “I can reach into your brain and pull out your memories. The downside for you is you probably won’t survive it. I’m very determined to keep my mate safe and kill Turner. Do you think I will let your misplaced loyalty stand in my way?”

“No,” he whispers.

I can smell the fear in his scent and the increasing desire in Daisy’s. “Tell me.”

“He repeated the word coin, coin…” he shakes his head. “He said he was going to kill him . I think the coin is a bigger deal than any of us thought. He was supposed to share the value of the coin with someone.”

“Who?” Daisy asks.

“I don’t know. I was never close to him. I tried to stay out of his way,” he says to her but keeps his eyes on mine. “He repeated her name, called her a dead bitch, and kept searching.”

“What did he say about her brother?” I ask, aware of Ryker and Bash being close and ready to step in if needed.

“He expressed his wish to put her where he put Liam,” he says softly.

Daisy steps closer. “Where?”

“I don’t know. He never told me, and he didn’t say anything yesterday.”

“Then what?” I ask.

“Then nothing. I got the fuck out of there before he turned his crazy on me. I haven’t been back. I slept on the street last night,” he says.

“I think he’s telling the truth,” Quinn says as he steps through the door. When he got a call and left the room, I didn’t think it was anything to do with Daisy.

“Why?” I look at him.

“Kade called,” he says. Kade is a shifter who works for him. “I asked him to swing by the pack house periodically. Turner burned it to the ground.”

“What?” Daisy gasps.

“How does he know he did it?”

“They said it was intentionally set,” Quinn says.

“No body?” I ask.

“No. They didn’t find anyone. Kade caught Turner’s scent. It leads away from the house.” Quinn crosses his arms. “He lost the trail. The scent dissipated, so he was too far gone before Kade and Cash got there.” Cash is Kade's brother; they work together.

“Fuck.” I turn back to Austin. “Is there anything else you forgot?” I ask.

“I swear, that was it. I don’t want to protect him. I don’t give a shit what happens to him.” He starts shaking. “Please, let me go. I will leave town.” I narrow my eyes.

“Daisy, what do you think?” I ask. I believe him. I could still kill him.

“I don’t think he knows anything else,” she says. “He didn’t participate in any of my abuse. He didn’t stop them, but I understand his fear of doing so.”

“I’m sorry,” Austin says. “I didn’t know how to stop them. I was just trying to survive.”

“We all were,” Daisy says softly.

“Can’t you mind-fuck him?” River asks. I haven’t paid any attention to the rest of them in the room.

“What?” Austin asks, his skin turning white.

“Probably,” I say. “His mind is weak. Daisy?”

“Try,” she says.

Austin trembles, causing more plaster to fall from the wall. “What are you going to do?”

“Austin, stop moving,” I command, and I smile when he does. I stare into his eyes, using my influence. He is easily affected by my power. “Is there anything Turner said that you didn’t tell us?”

“No. I told you everything.” He frowns, trying to fight my power. “He wants to kill her. He’s determined to find her.”

“You will forget Turner. If you see him, you won’t know who he is. You know nothing about Daisy, the coin, or the pack house. You never saw her tonight. This never happened. When I release you, leave. Don’t ever come back,” I instruct. Shifters’ minds are so much more complex than humans'. Austin’s is closer to humans, but my influence may wear off years from now.

“Never come back,” he repeats. If I looked at his memories, he would die instantly. He has no will to fend me off.

“Go.” I break the connection and drop my hand. He slides down the wall, and his legs buckle.

He scrambles up and looks around the room. “Who are you?”

“No one. Leave.” I step back. He blinks a few times and runs out of the door. Quinn moves out of the way as he passes.

“It’s so not fair,” River pouts. “Vampires get all the cool gifts.”I ignore the wolf. “Ryker, can I use your office?” I ask him as I grab Daisy’s hand.

“Yes.” He narrows his eyes. “Why?”

“I need to speak to my mate,” I move to the door. I’ve been to his office; it’s just down the hall. “I would advise everyone to dim their hearing,” I say.

“Shit, Micah,” Ryker growls.

“Deal with it,” I say, rounding the corner and pulling my mate down the hallway.

I open the office door, pull her inside, slam it, and then lock it. I push her against the wall, my hand cupping her jaw, my fingers spread over her cheeks. The action only enhances her sweet-smelling scent.

“Put your hand on my cock,” I command. Once she’s cupping me, I say, “It took all my concentration to ignore your scent. You got turned on?”

“Yes,” she grins, squeezing.

“Undo my pants,” I rasp. I lean close as she unbuttons them, nipping at her chin, my finger resting on the corner of her mouth. I relish her speeding heart and the aroma of her need. “You weren’t scared of me at all,” I state, running my tongue over her lips.

“Not…” She unzips. “At…” Her hand pulls out my cock. “All.” She strokes.

“Pet,” I hum. I trail my hand down to her neck, forcing her head back. “Pull up your dress.” My cock jumps toward her as she releases it and gathers her dress in her hands. I watch her fingers crawl, slowly pulling the fabric to her waist. I trail my hand down the center of her body, enjoying her curves on the way. “Good, pet.” I snap one side of her panties. “You are going to take Daddy.”

“Yes,” she hisses. I move my hand back to her jaw.

“Ask me,” I demand. I pull her leg up and out with my other hand, spreading her.

“Please, Daddy, fuck me,” she begs nicely. I bend my knees and thrust. Her head hits the wall, and she wraps her other leg around mine. “Yes.”

I lick up her neck and then bite her ear. “My dirty pet. Violence turns you on? Or is it just Daddy?” I grind.

“Just Daddy. Only Daddy,” she groans.

“Good answer.” I pull almost all the way out and slam back inside. Over and over. My jeans slide down because of the force of my thrusts. I kiss her deeply, exploring. I pull back and trace her bottom lip before slipping my finger into her hot mouth. “Suck.” Satisfaction floods me as she does. When she swirls her tongue around my finger, I feel it in my dick. Her ripped panties rub against my skin with every stroke. Everything about her gets me hard. The soft walls of her pussy welcome me with every slide and try to suck me back as I retreat.

Her lips part, and she demands, “More.” I pull out, and she snarls.

“Do you make the rules, pet?” I ask silkily, taking a step back. Her foot finds purchase on the floor when she can’t use my body for balance. I keep my hand on her thigh and look down at her body spread for me.

“Fuck,” she snaps. “No.” I laugh.

“My naughty pet.” I separate her lips and caress her pussy. “How are you supposed to ask me?” Daisy loves the game; her come leaks on my hand.

“Please, Daddy. Please, will you fuck me harder?” she grits out.

“I’ll take it, even though your tone needs work,” I say, dropping her leg. “Turn around and face the wall.” Her need is fierce, and she doesn’t hesitate. “Lift the skirt.” It’s quickly gathered in her fists, and she rests them on her hips. I glide my palm over her ass. “What is your word?” I move my hand in a circle.

“Chains.”

“Say it if it becomes too much,” I instruct seriously.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Bend over and place your palms on the wall. Keep your dress lifted.” She hurries to comply, and I guide her with my fingers on her hips, pulling. “Such a good girl.” She’s stunning. Her body trembles. Her pussy is swollen and so wet. “Four swats, pet. Four, and then I’m going to fuck you very hard and very fast. When you start to come, I will drink from you.” I run my finger through her dampness. “Are you willing?” I would never do anything she isn’t ready and willing to do.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says.

“Thank you, pet.” I step to the side and close my eyes when the sound of my hand meeting her flesh rings through the room. I pause briefly before moving to the other cheek. Her groans encourage me to spank her twice more. “Good?” I growl.

“Yes, please,” is her husky response.

I grin and finish the fourth over her pussy. “Fuck, pet.” She is perfect. I wrap my arm under her and around her waist. I hold my cock and push into her pussy until there is no more space between us. Fuck, this is what heaven feels like. My life was full. I had friends, even though I didn’t see them much. I lived to the fullest, but meeting my mate has opened my world to a feeling I can’t express. “Mine.” I thrust hard. “You are mine.” I move faster and faster. As our skin meets, the sound resonates through my soul. Pleasure as I’ve never known it rushes through my body.

“Daddy,” she moans. “I’m going to come.” Her hands claw at the wall. When I pull out abruptly, she cries, “No.” I turn her and pick her up by her ass. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I’m back inside her.

I push her against the wall. “Hold on,” I instruct. When her arms move to my shoulders, I pick up my pace. “Come.” Her walls contract, getting impossibly tighter. “Yes, pet.” I drop my teeth and slide them into her shoulder, drinking, and her orgasm goes on and on. The taste. Her cries of completion. The suction of her pussy. Knowing she is mine. All of it combined pulls the come from my body in the most intense moment of my life.

Licking the bite, I slow my thrusts. Her head drops to my shoulder, and her body goes limp, relying on me to hold her. Her trust in my ability to not only pleasure her how she needs to be but to take care of her in her weakest moment causes my heart to expand.

“I got you,” I whisper, kissing her ear. I pull down her dress and move to the couch. As I sit, she snuggles closer. Caressing her calves and feet, I make time to enjoy our connection. I don’t care that our friends are in a room down the hall or probably heard more than they wanted to. All that matters is the woman in my arms. A vampire with my power and the number of years I have been alive is a dangerous thing. A vampire with my power with a mate, unstoppable. I will do anything and everything to protect her.

“Thank you, Micah,” she whispers.

“For what?” I whisper, half teasing. I assume she means the sex.

“For thinking about my legs,” she answers.

I didn’t think she noticed. I didn’t want her to be in pain standing like that for too long. “I will do anything to keep the pain to a minimum.” I run my hand down her hair. I lift her, and I slide out of her.

“No,” she protests as I set her beside me.

“I need to get you a drink,” I explain, pulling down the front of her dress. I put my dick away while I walk to the fridge beside Ryker’s desk. I’m sure he’s pissed. He doesn’t like anyone in his office having sex besides him. I remember a story he told me about his employee fucking a woman in here. He caught them. The woman was more entranced by Ryker than the man she had been fucking minutes before.

“Shit,” Daisy says, and I look back.

“What’s wrong?” I hope she’s not embarrassed. Our friends knew exactly what we were doing.

“You ruined my underwear,” she pouts. I shake my head and grab a bottle of water.

“You are better off not wearing any,” I say, watching her inspect the lace.

“Micah,” she whines. “I really liked this pair.”

“I’ll replace them,” I say, unconcerned as I sit beside her. “Drink.” Holding the bottle to her mouth, she obeys. She allows me to hold the bottle. When we are both satisfied, I pull her against my side.

She tucks her face in the crook of my neck and pats her chest. “I’m surprised nothing fell out of my bra,” she mumbles. “I was picturing jewelry scattered at our feet by the time we were done.”

I laugh. I laugh harder than I ever have.

Fuck. I love this woman.

It will be their death if anyone tries to take her from me.