Page 24 of Craving Her Vampire

I’ll be sure to wear my most expensive jewelry.

Promise to upgrade it when you replace it.

:-D :-* :-P

Deal.

Sally is loyal, kind, sexy, and devious. A dangerous combination to the men in this town. I would kill anyone who fucked her over.

If there is trouble, call me.

Sally is always up for trouble.

Of course.

Later, vampire.

Bye, rabbit.

I drop my phone to my lap and lace my fingers behind my head. She’s right; her species has been labeled a certain way. She can relate to Daisy. I hope they can be friends. I think Sally will be good for my mate. Our friends, especially Quinn and Bash, play it off as if she annoys them, but I know they would defend and protect Sally. She hides plenty behind her humor. I see the painful years in her eyes. She can’t fool me; I’ve made it a habit of watching people. Most of the time, their words hide what’s lurking under the surface.

I have hidden plenty. You can’t live as long as I have without demons. I hope Daisy can handle everything I am. I have thought about having a mate for too many years to count. I feared whoever the universe put in my path wouldn’t accept me. Now that she is lying in my bed, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to keep her, and do my best to convince her my monster will use all the blood in my past to protect her future.

I glance out the window and notice the sun is beginning to rise. When I look back, Daisy’s eyes are open and staring at me, or more precisely, at my chest. I tilt my head and smile slightly. My tattoos cover every inch of my chest, arms, and halfway up my neck. She seems fascinated by the sight. Her breathing speeds up, and I become alert.

She pushes the covers away and sits up. Her gorgeous hair is tousled, and my hands itch to grab the strands. Her attention is fixed as she gets to her knees and crawls to the edge of the bed.

Fuck. I love a woman who has the confidence to crawl to me.

One foot hits the ground, and then the other. I bend my legs when it doesn’t appear as if she will stop at my feet. I try to keep the shock from my face as she drops to her knees, but my body stiffens; everything hardens. Her hands cup my knees and start sliding. Her eyes finally look up at mine.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” she asks softly.

“Yes.”

“You weren’t tired?” She frowns.

“No.” Her concern is for my well-being and not that I watched her sleep.

“Do you sleep?” she asks, her hands gripping my thighs.

“I do. I don’t need as much as you do.”

“Hmm…” She looks at her hands. “Can I touch you?”

“You can.” I grind my teeth. “At your own risk.”

We’ll see if I can keep myself from taking her.

Chapter Eight

Daisy

My life has been a risk. Why wouldn’t I take this one?

Micah is beautiful. His muscles are generous but not overly so. His brown hair is falling over his mesmerizing light eyes locked on my every move. Tattoos are a weakness of mine, whether on my body or an attractive man’s. He covers his skin, and I want to touch them.

I feather my fingertips over his waist, just above the waistband of his jeans, and he sucks in a breath. I love that my touch affects him. All he has to do is look at me, and my body warms. Waking to find him watching me turns me on. I like that he kept me safe as I slept. Sleep was difficult in the pack house. I could never let my guard down, and I didn’t feel comfortable sleeping through the night.

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