Page 19 of Craving Her Vampire

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 thedoor?” 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.

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