Page 18 of Craving Her Vampire

I nod and walk to the stairs. It's surreal walking with my vampire mate to my bedroom. Every day, I walk through the house, my body tense and on guard for anything to happen. With Micah behind me, I feel none of that. The house is quiet, andour footsteps are the only sound. I can’t even hear the guys in Turner’s office; vampires certainly step lightly.

I won’t miss living here. The walls hold the terrors of my younger years and the anger and sadness of recent years. I have a twinge of worry. Should I stay? Would it be possible to stay away from Micah? The pull I feel toward him is powerful, and I don’t think he would allow me to be separated from him. Guilt slides through me as I think of my brother. Will I never find him if I leave?

I reach my bedroom door and use my keys.

“You have to lock your door? Do they try to come in your room?” he asks, his eyes narrowed.

“Not much anymore.” I push the door. “It used to be a regular occurrence when I was younger, but I fell in line and tried not to cause trouble.” My bedroom shrinks with him in it. I shut the door and lock it automatically. I avoid his eyes after he glares at the locks.

“You were living in a cage,” he growls.

“One of my own making,” I whisper. I walk to the closet as he roams around the room. I divide my attention between him and grabbing a big bag to put my things in. He catches me hesitating and tilts his head.

“What?” he asks softly.

I bite my lip, unsure. “Could you turn around? I have a hiding spot. I know it’s ridiculous since you are my mate and can hear everything. But I can pretend, right?”

“It’s not ridiculous,” he says and turns his back.

I quickly grab my little stool and step on it. My eyes dart back and forth as I reach into the ceiling. I know it’s weird, but over the years, I have collected everything special to me. I have things my brother touched, a piece of the blanket he loved as a child, and things that represent every milestone in my life. Eventhough it was wrong, all the pretty things and expensive things I stole, the ones I managed to keep from Turner, go in there, too.

Every coyote in this house has a hoard of things.

I drop down and carefully place it in the bag. Then, I quickly grab my clothes and throw them on top.

“You have no privacy here,” Micah says.

“Not much,” I snort. “The guys leave the house, of course, but rarely all at once.”

“You have no time to yourself?”

“It’s pretty sad.” I shove in more clothes. “Fuck, they hear everything. I hear everything. I hate it when they bring women home. I usually listen to music all night when that happens. That’s why I have to pick my moments to mastur…” I freeze, my arm lifted in the process of pulling a shirt off the hanger. Why would I talk about masturbating? Maybe he didn’t guess what I was going to say. I glance up. Nope. He knows. My arm drops heavily to my side. He slowly turns, his eyes blazing.

Uh-oh.

Chapter Six

Daisy

“What’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.

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