Page 26 of Craving Her Vampire

“Good,” I whisper. I want to be the one who provides for him. His fangs descend, and I am fascinated.

“Be sure,” he growls.

“Feed,” I insist. His arm strikes out, banding around my waist, pulling me onto his lap, and I straddle him. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, making me want him more.

“I won’t drink much,” he murmurs, more for his benefit than mine.

“Take what you need,” I encourage, and he cups the back of my neck.

“Shit,” he says a second before he yanks me forward.

His fangs are long, and I can feel them sliding into my skin. The sensation is powerful, like the man pulling blood from my body. The euphoric feeling coursing through me causes my hips to move, needing him to relieve the pressure in my stomach.

I run my fingers through his hair, my nails scraping his scalp, holding him to my neck. I groan and bite my lip. I want this every day.

“Please,” I whimper. His hand moves to my ass and squeezes. “Micah.” I close my eyes and lean into him. Satisfaction bleeds through me; this powerful vampire needs my blood. He craves it.

I continue to roll my hips, chasing my need to come. With every suck, the need gets higher and higher. My body is heavy, every part begging for his touch, and only his. I cry out as he pulls his fangs from my body, leaning back, my blood dripping from his mouth.

I want more.

His eyes are glowing. He looks from my neck to my moving hips and thrusts his hand down my pants. The minute his fingers are inside me, I come. My head falls back, and I ride out the orgasm as it goes on and on. The waves ebb, and I drop to his chest. A rumble deep inside of him vibrates from his body to mine.

“Delicious,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly.

“Can we do it again?” I ask eagerly, and he laughs abruptly.

“As much as you want, pet,” he says. I slowly sit up and see a drop of blood on the corner of his mouth, but his teeth are back to normal. I touch my finger to it and hold it in front of his mouth. His eyes droop as he sucks my finger and hums. His hand is still in my pants. He begins to slide his fingers through my swollen pussy, and the heat starts to simmer. “My sexy mate,” he says, releasing my digit. “Do you want to come again?”

“Yes,” I groan. I start to move when the ringing begins.

“Your phone,” he says, pausing.

“Ignore it,” I say. He takes me at my word until it rings again.

“My needy mate,” he smiles.

“Fuck.” I glare at my phone I left on the bed. I don’t get calls, and I realize it must be important. Lace’s face flashes in my head. “It might be Lace,” I mutter. I whimper when he takes his hand from me but I slowly leave his lap. I regret the act when I watch him lick the fingers that were inside me. I stomp to thebed, ready to kill whoever called. My fingers barely touch it when it rings again.

“Lace?” I ask as I answer.

“Where are you?” she demands, panic coloring her voice.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Please tell me you aren’t at the pack house,” she pleads.

“No.” I look at Micah. “I’m safe. What’s going on?” Micah stands, listening, hearing the strain in my friend's voice.

“Turner was here. I tried to stop him. He never comes here, but he was angry.”

“Did he hurt you?” I ask urgently. I hold my phone with my shoulder and sit down to put on my shoes.

“I tried to stop him,” she whispers again. “He hit me.”

I’ll kill him. “Are you still at the store?” I watch Micah put his shirt and boots on.

“Yes,” she says shakily.

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