18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Micah

M y mate can sleep through anything. I carried her through the streets and felt the heaviness of her body as she drifted off. She remained asleep as I unlocked the door, set the alarms, undressed her, and tucked her into bed. It had to be a relief when I removed her bra and the loot she carried in it. Sally will be upset she missed the opportunity to get another piece of jewelry.

After removing my shirt and shoes, I drag the chair closer to the bed and prop my heels on the edge. I love watching Daisy. The only time she is entirely relaxed is when she is sleeping. I hope when we find the answers she desperately wants, that will change, and she can live free of stress.

Her scent still clings to my skin, and I am reluctant to wash it off. I drop my head to the side of the chair but keep my eyes on her face. I’m not surprised by her desire to seek out Turner. I don’t question her skills, but I hate the thought of her being in danger. I would rather turn her before confronting him; she would be even more powerful, but she could be difficult to control. I don’t care if she kills him when she sees him, but she would hate herself.

Quinn’s information was disturbing. The girl looks so similar to Daisy. Turner’s actions could have caused her death. This could be bigger than any of us thought. The person or multiple people he works with are a mystery, and I don’t like that. Daisy is determined and stubborn. She says she won’t make a move without me, but she may get caught up in finding out what happened to her family.

I understand her needs.

I’m curious about the parents who brought me into the world. Were they good people? Did they love me and Maddy? Did they wonder what happened to us? The need to know faded away long ago and is only a fleeting thought. They are long gone and the information went with them. Maybe wherever Maddy’s soul resides, she found out. I am not a deeply religious man. Being turned into a vampire and seeing the world change and flow in ways that haven’t always been good has challenged certain beliefs. It is a nice thought, though. Maddy is having long conversations with our parents, looking over me and probably laughing.

Fuck, I miss her.

I wish she could have met Daisy; she would have loved her. She would have been the first to ask for lessons, eager to lift valuables from some unsuspecting man. Maddy would love to welcome her into our little family.

Pulling out my phone, and scrolling to Sally’s name. She reminds me of my sister. Bold. Beautiful. Courageous. And always ready for an adventure.

What are you doing?

I type.

Watching a witch try to build a fire.

Where?

I can’t picture Sally camping.

In my living room.

With her hand.

Do you have a fire extinguisher handy?

What’s the fun in that?

None at all.

My lips curve.

Why aren’t you loving on your coyote?

She is sleeping.

You wear her out?

Of course.

Right.

You alright?

Sally knows me well.

Are you up for a job?

If the job is being a third in your relationship.

Count me in.

But I don’t think that's it.

Sally is the only person who could joke like that and not die.

I’m afraid that’s not it.

Sigh.

:-( :-( :-(

Count me in.

It will be dangerous.

Danger is exciting.

You have to keep it a secret.

Love secrets

Sometimes I keep them

If it’s important.

You’ll have to stay shifted for a while.

I love my animal.

If I could pick up sexy shifters while shifted.

I would.

Alas, they would get creeped out

When I ask them to pull my tail.

I snort and look up to make sure Daisy is still asleep.

Fuckers scare easy. You need to find a vampire; they don’t.

I wouldn’t complain.

I think I may enjoy being fed from.

;-):-D :-* :-P

Probably.

Any vampire would be lucky to have her as a mate.

Shit.

Lamp is on fire.

Gotta go.

Text me the deets.

Sally doesn’t realize how much her humor, loyalty, and friendship have meant. I hope she finds her mate who will give her the love she deserves. I consider her my family and would kill anyone who didn’t treat her with respect.

I place my phone on my thigh and get comfortable.

Daisy has earned my respect and trust, but I will take any precautions to guarantee her safety. Sally is my secret weapon in case my mate goes rogue.

I grin. I look forward to many more spankings in the future.

“Pet,” I sing, using my finger to drag the sheet down her body. I uncover her gorgeous body and her delicious ass. I let her sleep until late morning, but now I want a treat before I feed her and prepare for the night.

“Daddy,” she whispers, stretching her arms under the pillow. She didn’t move from her stomach all night, her thigh cocked.

“It’s time to wake up,” I inform her, trailing my fingers down her spine. “Don’t move yet,” I command when she starts to roll over. She freezes, her eyes blinking open. I glide my finger over her ass and to her pussy, testing her excitement. She tilts her head, looking at me standing beside the bed. “Do you want Daddy’s touch?”

“Yes, please,” she says sweetly.

“What is your word?” I swirl my finger.

“Chains.”

“Good, pet. Let Daddy play,” I rasp. I caress her softly, over and over, until she squirms. I drag my other hand down her hair and tangle my fingers at the ends. Her whimpers sing in my ears, encouraging me. I tease her, taking away my touch, and watch her hips lift, chasing it. I tap her ass. “Stay still.” Her hips drop to the bed. “Take what I give,” I order.

“Yes, Daddy,” she groans.

I resume my exploration of her pussy. “You are so wet, pet. Soft. Warm.” I lean over her and kiss her back, just above her ass, as my fingers work her. “You love everything Daddy does, don’t you?” I continue to taste her skin, moving up.

“Everything, Daddy,” she gasps and then pants when I move faster.

“So beautiful, spread out.” I playfully nip at her shoulder and move back down her back. “Your pretty pussy begging for something to fill it.”

“Yes,” she hisses, and I quickly bite her ass. “Daddy.”

“I’ll decide what to fill it with and when,” I say sternly.

“Of course, Daddy,” she says, but I detect a little attitude.

I stop all movement. “I want you to give me a show.” I remove my fingers, leaving only two fingertips. “Ride my fingers.” She hesitantly moves her hips. “Yes, pet. Slow. Go slow until I tell you to speed up,” I instruct. She follows my directions. “Fuck, pet. You feel so good.” I let go of her hair and slide my hand down her side until I’m gripping her hip. “You know Daddy likes to watch. Keep going. Give me that show.”

“Yes,” she groans. She moves faster.

“Not yet, slow down.” She listens. “Make all the noises. I want to hear what my fingers and attention do to you.” My cock is ready to play, too. The sight before me is like nothing I have seen before. I crave her submission, but I also want her to be completely comfortable with exploring her body with me as her leader. There is no room for shyness between us, and she is doing fantastic in her desire to explore together. “Speed up,” I say, knowing she is holding back to please me, and I want to reward her.

“Please,” she begs, her hips jerking with the need to go even faster. She is struggling to please me.

“Harder, pet,” I growl. I press my legs against the bed, and my head hovers over her ass. “Yes, just like that,” I encourage. With every lift of her hips, I use my mouth, tongue, and teeth on her skin.

“Fuck, Daddy, I need to come,” she pants. With every rise and fall, her pussy swallows my fingers as far as possible.

“Not yet.” I reach underneath her and feather my thumb over her clit.

“Please.”

I take my focus from her pussy, up her body. Her hands grip the pillow, and her chin almost touches her shoulder.

“Almost,” I whisper, and she digs her hand into her hair. “Daddy is so proud of you.” I lick her cheek. “When I tell you to come, I will drink.”

“Yes, Daddy.” The scrape of her toes across the bed indicates how hard she is trying to hold on for me, to please me, and I almost come in my pants.

“Come. Go as fast as you want, pet,” I say, and she does. The bed hits the wall with the force of her thrusts. Her pussy clamps down. She cries out, and I slide my fangs into her supple ass. I feel a tug on my pants; her hand is gripping, so lost in the pleasure.

Her blood soothes the demon inside and fuels my body and power. I drink deeply, ensuring I will find her wherever she goes. My demon will never allow her to be lost to us. When she is a vampire, our thoughts and location will be connected. She will always know where I am and the emotions I am feeling. I taste her completion and her desire for more—always more.

“Micah,” she whimpers, her pussy still vibrating. She stills, and I glide in and out.

Retracting my fangs, I lick the bite marks, admiring their placement on her skin. “Good job, Daisy. Thank you.” I leave her and lick my fingers. “Good morning.” I crouch by the head of the bed and brush her wild mass of hair away from her face.

“Morning,” she smiles. “Is that uncomfortable?” She glances at my cock.

“Give me time.” I adjust myself, and she licks her lips.

“I could—”

“I appreciate the offer. We don’t have time, though.” I kiss her. “We are going to have company shortly,” I whisper against her lips.

“We could be fast,” she says, and the door downstairs opens.

“Too late.” Ryker and Bash. I made the mistake of telling them the code to the door. “Take your time. Take a shower, and dress comfortably.”

“Is it happening tonight?” she asks, pushing the sheet away.

“Yes. Unless you want to try another way?” She sits on the edge of the bed.

“No. Let’s get it done.”

“When you are ready, come down. I told them to bring food.” I cup her face. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need help in the shower?” I hate that I haven’t given her my attention after our time together.

“I’m great.” She grips my wrists. “It was perfect. If you want to make them wait, I can help you in the shower.” She wiggles her eyebrows, making me laugh.

“When we are back here alone after this shit, I’ll expect double the attention.” I kiss her forehead.

“Okay, Daddy.”

I pinch her chin before dropping my hand and leaving the room. My mate is tempting, and I have to get my head out of the bedroom and her lovely body. We don’t know what will happen tonight, and we all have to be prepared for anything.

Turner has no idea the beasts are coming for him.