6. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Daisy

“ W hat’s that, pet?” Micah asks casually but moves closer, with purpose in every step.

I gulp and abandon the bag at my feet, standing. “Nothing.” I look around the closet. “I’m almost done.”

“You’ve never touched yourself?” he asks silkily, quickly eliminating the distance between us. His light eyes brightening, the unusual white around them expanding, bleeding into the green.

“Well…I…umm…” I never said I didn’t touch myself, but I’m not going to correct him. I turn as he steps inside the closet, my back to the shelves. He crowds me, dipping his head slightly.

“It would be a shame if we left without giving you a good memory of this room,” he says.

My body trembles. “I don’t have many good memories,” I agree.

“Hmm…” he hums and breathes deeply. “I should correct that.” I blink. “Turn around, pet.”

“Okay,” I say, dazed by him. My feet push my bag to the side, and I do as he says. My heart races in anticipation.

“Curl your hands over the bar,” he orders. I lick my lips as I look up and reach for it, sliding the empty hangers out of the way. “Good girl.” I close my eyes, and those words soothe me. “You have the most gorgeous ass I have ever seen.” His hands caress up my legs before squeezing it. He presses his lips below my ear. “I want to fuck it. Slide my cock between those delicious, round globes.” His hands slide up my back, one hand spread through my hair, bunching, the other contracting on my neck.

“Shit,” I whisper. I have never had the desire for a man to take my ass, but the way Micah makes me feel, I would let him do anything.

He bites my ear. “Would you let me, pet?” He pulls my hair once and retraces his path, going back to my ass, and I shiver.

“Yes,” I groan.

“Good girl.” His hands move, skimming around my waist, moving to the front of my jeans. “For now, I want you to come on my hand.” He pulls until I fall against his chest, jerks my button, and separates the zipper. “You have to be quiet, pet. I don’t want Ryker and Bash to hear you.” He teases the band of my underwear before diving inside.

“Micah,” I gasp. He doesn’t waste time, two fingers sliding inside me and his palm pressing against my clit.

“Shhh…” His other hand slides up between my breasts to rest on my neck. “What did I say?”

“Quiet,” I whisper, but I don’t think I can follow his direction. He crooks his finger on every slide, hitting my G-spot with such accuracy any woman would worship at his feet. I imagine he has years of experience with women, and I hate the thought. It’s naive to think he hasn’t slept with thousands of women, but the fury that spreads through my blood is real.

His fingers are distracting. My stomach clenches, on the verge of coming already. The heat is consuming me. I already crave his touch.

“You feel so fucking good, pet,” he rumbles in my ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Daddy,” I whimper.

“Fuck,” he rasps. He moves his hand from my neck to my mouth, holding in my whines. I push against his hand, eager for more, ready for my vampire. His cock is hard against the small of my back. My hands flex on the bar, aiding me in my motion. “You need to come now, pet. I need to get you home,” he demands. “You are so wet for your mate. Warm. Fucking tight. I can’t wait to stretch you.”

Holy fuck. I clamp down on his fingers as the orgasm rolls through me. Wave after wave. It goes on and on as his fingers continue to move. He scrapes his fangs across my ear, and another washes over. I moan into his palm, my teeth rubbing against his skin. His hand stops, but he leaves his fingers inside me. My arms droop, and my head drops. That didn’t take long. It’s hard to remember the last time I orgasmed. All I can think of is Micah and how he makes me feel. Every other experience pales in comparison.

He spins me around, and his hand leaves my pants.

He cups my face and kisses me. The kiss is desperate and hungry. I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck, pushing my body closer. I moan as his hands leave my face and slide down to grab my ass. I want him to fuck me. I need his skin bare against mine.

He ends the kiss abruptly. “Fuck.” He looks at the bedroom door. “We will be out in a minute,” he says. My eyes are heavy when he looks back. “They are done.”

“Oh,” I say, my mind scattered. “Oh, shit.” I snap to the present. “Have they been listening? Are they right outside the door?” I whisper furiously, pushing out of his arms. I try to button my pants with shaking hands.

“Of course not. They are downstairs.” He brushes my hands out of the way and takes over. I drop my head, watching his capable hands fix my clothes. “They know I would kill them if they listened.”

“What did they say?” I didn’t hear anything, but I was a little preoccupied.

“The office didn’t have anything useful. The rest of the house is clear.” He smooths down my shirt and grabs my chin. “That was beautiful, love.” He kisses me lightly. “Will you let me carry your bag?”

I shake my head. Not in denial, but to try to clear the fog from the sexy vampire. “I need a few things from the bathroom.”

“Get it so we can get the fuck out of here,” he says. I scoot past him, my breasts grazing his chest, and I bite my lip to hold in the groan. The man doesn’t have to do anything to turn me on.

I hurry to the bathroom. I don’t have much makeup, but I grab what I have and shove it into a small bag from under the sink. I add my razor and all the essentials. The most important item is the pain pills Lace makes for me. My legs hurt all the time, but I don’t take them unless it’s extreme. After the events of the night, I need them. Human medication doesn’t work, and shifters usually can heal themselves.

“Done,” I say, leaving the bathroom.

“Ready?” Micah asks, standing by the door with my bag tossed over his shoulder.

“Wait.” I can’t believe I almost forgot. I rush to the side of the bed and reach under the mattress, swiping the picture I keep there of me and my brother and sliding it into my pocket. “Okay.” He doesn’t say anything; he just opens the door and waits for me to walk through first.

I can’t look Ryker and Bash in the eyes when we meet them in front of the house. They have to smell what happened in the closet. I don’t regret it, though. I hope to do more of it in the near future.

“How long are you going to leave them at the club?” Ryker asks as we cross the street.

“Not long,” Micah replies. “I want to get Daisy settled. It will be morning soon.”

“Call us when you need us,” Bash says.

I look at Micah, but I'm not sure I’m comfortable with him making all the decisions. The air moves, and when I look back, they are gone.

“Love, we can work everything out tomorrow. You need sleep, and I need blood,” he says.

“Where do you get your blood?” I ask, forgetting about my annoyance.

“At home. Climb on,” he says, opening his arms.

I reach for his neck, fold my hands, and jump. He cradles my ass, and I think it’s quickly becoming his favorite part of my body. I wrap around him and we are moving. I am fucking tired. I sigh, close my eyes, and rest my head in the crook of his neck. My legs are grateful to be carried again, and the pressure releases.

I have never felt so secure being carried by a man. Micah is tall enough that I feel short. He doesn’t have to bend down much to kiss me, as my forehead is even with his mouth. My curves fit against him perfectly. He’s right; I have a round ass that jiggles. My breasts will overflow his hands. I have extra on my tummy and thighs. Shifters are naturally fit, but my body stays the same size no matter what I eat or how much I run. I don’t care what society deems the perfect body; I embrace mine. I was given a gift. Being a shifter is magic; I figured I was meant to be curvy.

The men I have been with haven’t had any complaints, but what matters is the way I feel about myself. The size of my body is the least of my worries. The guilt that eats at me for being happy for the first time in years is at the top of the list. I know my brother wouldn’t want me to feel that way. I have put pleasure on hold my whole life. Every day has been about survival, pain, and anger. Is it so wrong to revel in some good for a minute?

I wonder what it will feel like to be a coyote-vampire. I’ve never met anyone who is one, so I have no idea what will happen. When should we complete the bond? I’m not ready to do it yet. The heat will continue to amp up if we wait too long. I already need him so desperately. What we did in the closet is still fresh in my mind and body, yet I am ready for him again. It can become painful for shifters if the heat is not tamed; your body demands release.

Micah is a contradiction. He’s firm in some moments and soft in others. He called me “pet,” yet he calls me “love.” I decided I liked both. No one has ever cared enough to give me a name, an endearment. He could kill me with his finger, but I have never felt safer. He was brutal in the woods. He didn’t think anything of kissing me while his hand was around a man's neck. He is the most powerful being I have ever encountered. It’s alluring, the thought that no one would fuck with me ever again with him as my bonded mate. To hold such power is difficult to imagine.

I believe, if I tried to run away, he would follow. He’s been without a mate for so many years; finding the one meant to be yours must be euphoric.

I want to be his mate. I want to be valued, loved, and accepted by him. I have heard the words dirty coyote since I was old enough to understand. I have walked down the street and been sneered at by other shifters. I have been grouped in with all of the breed, and it’s not fair. Yes, I steal, but I did it because I had to. I don’t think I am a terrible person. I was trapped in the circumstances of my birth and the pack who owned me. I am grateful for them in some ways. Their actions taught me to fight and to fight dirty, to value the good when you find it, and to love the good people around you when you find them.

Turner is out there somewhere. He’s planning something, waiting for my guard to be down. Is he more scared of me than I thought? He has expressed his distrust of Lace and her spells. Maybe he thinks I’ve been lying about her level of power. He knows something happened in the woods because he would have expected Henry to check in, but I can only guess his thoughts. He is twenty-five years older than I am and much stronger. I was scared of him, but not anymore. I refuse to allow him to control me any longer.

I will do anything to find my brother.

I will do anything to keep the vampire who holds me so tenderly.

I will not hesitate to kill anyone who tries to take him away from me.