Page 12 of Craving Her Vampire

“Yes, for now.”

“Why don’t we take the car?” Daisy asks.

“It will take too long. We can blur faster.” I see her shift again. I need to get her alone. “Take your pick,” I offer, grinning at Ryker and Bash.

Ryker glares at me. “Is this one special?” He motions to Henry.

“He is the second in charge.”

“I’ll take him. Bash, get the other two,” he says.

“Great,” Bash mutters, moving to them. “Release your influence so I can take control of them.” It’s a relief to sever my connection.

“This one now,” Ryker says. I do, and he replaces my hand on his neck with his, turning him so his chest is at Henry’s back. “I expect an explanation. I’m sick of everyone else getting to use my dungeon except me.”

I roll my shoulders. I hate to admit it, but using so much power at once was starting to drain me. I’m going to have to recharge. Bash throws one coyote over each shoulder and blurs.

“Holy shit,” Daisy whispers, staring at the space Bash used to be.

“We’ll meet you there,” Ryker says before he disappears.

“I knew you moved fast but it’s different witnessing it,” she says.

“I’m sure.” I walk over to her. “Are you ready?”

“You are going to carry me?” she asks, her hands fidgeting.

“I am.” She drops her head. I use my knuckle to lift her chin. “What's wrong?”

“It makes me nervous,” she admits.

“I’m not going to lie—it won’t be pleasant. It’s not natural for shifters to move that fast. Usually, it will cause nausea. The effects should be minimal if you tuck close and don’t open your eyes.” I glide my hand from her chin down her neck and press on her pulse. “You can distract yourself by imagining how it’s going to feel when I fuck you.” Her eyes widen, and her scent gets stronger. “The faster we get this done, the sooner that can happen.” Ryker gets a little cranky when we leave assholes in his club. Plus, Daisy will be more at ease if we get her answers quickly.

“Okay.” She swallows hard. I don’t give her a chance to change her mind. She squeaks as I lift her.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I instruct and hold in a groan when she does. I may be the one who is distracted. “Arms around my neck. Tuck your head and close your eyes.” I have to close mine for a moment as she follows every direction, and I am surrounded by her. “No matter what, do not panic, and don’t open your eyes.”

“Should I say yes, Daddy, now?” she sasses.

“Not if you don’t want me to fuck you with two dead men beside us,” I warn.

“I’ll pass,” she mumbles.

“Hold tight, pet,” I say. One of my hands cups her gorgeous ass, and the other wraps around her waist.

I love being a vampire. I take one step and then we are floating through the air. The sensation is freeing. No one cantouch me as I fly. When I pass, humans may feel a brush of air, but their eyes see nothing. Shifters may see a shadow with their enhanced senses. It feels like I am flying through time, invisible to everyone around me.

My arm is pressed against the knife in the back of Daisy’s jeans. As much as I want to take her home and lose myself inside her, besides displeasing Ryker, I need to know about her pack. She isn’t safe, and it pisses me off. A pack should be a family and the safest place you could be. I worry she isn’t going to want to stay with me, too worried about her Alpha. I can’t have that. I want her close, preferably in my bed. Getting her answers quickly, will get me closer to my goal.

I have heard all the things that are said about coyotes. The shifters I know aren’t shy about talking shit about the species. Ryker killed a coyote for hurting his mate, yet he didn’t question my claim of Daisy. All I care about is that she is my mate. She is beautiful, and I see the fire behind her eyes. She loves her brother and has lived in hell, hoping to find him.

I will find him for her, and she will never feel unsafe again. I glide to a stop behind Ryker’s club.

“We’re here.” I loosen my arm, but she doesn’t move. “Daisy?” Fuck. I squeeze the back of her neck. “Are you okay?”

She lazily lifts her head, her hands cupping my shoulders. “That was fucking amazing,” she says, smiling wide. I move both hands to cup her ass, and my hands burn with the need to fondle.

I blink. “You liked it?”

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