Page 51 of Craving Her Vampire

“We are going out.” He sets down his empty cup.

“Where?”

“Everyone wants to meet you,” he says.

“Everyone?” My stomach turns.

“You have only met a few of the group here. I want to take you back to the club but upstairs instead of the dungeon.”

“They want to meet me?” I’m excited about going to the club but uncomfortable with the prospect of his friend's judgment.

“Of course.” He takes my hand. “Don’t worry. I will kill anyone who mistreats you.”

“I have nothing to wear,” I say, grasping at any excuse, even though it’s true.

“I have something picked out.”

“You do?” I ask with raised eyebrows.

“It’s hanging in the closet.” When did he buy it? “It’s tradition when one of us meets their mate, we go to one of the clubs. Usually, the night ends with someone fighting, blood on the dance floor, or a woman's hair being set on fire. I would have paid money to see the flames, but I wasn’t here yet.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No. Are you up for it?”

I stand. “Sure. Why not?”

It’s been forever since I hit someone.

Chapter Fifteen

Daisy

Icomplained when I saw the dark purple, skintight, long dress hanging in the closet.

Micah gave me that look, along with the words,“You don’t need to hide anymore. You have gorgeous, decorated legs and a killer body. Wear the dress.”I put on the dress.

Purple is my favorite color. It had a long slit up the side, and once I put it on, he ran his hand up my leg, and I didn’t complain anymore. I didn’t tell him I always wished to wear pretty dresses.

I expected him to give me a pair of high heels, but I was pleasantly surprised when he offered cute flat sandals. My heart beat hard because of his thoughtfulness; my legs ache in anything other than flats.

I concentrate on our clasped hands as he leads me through the club. Ryker offered a private balcony overlooking the club so we wouldn’t be in the middle of the crowd. The nerves are hitting me hard, and when I get nervous, I show the attitude Micah hasn’t seen yet. I want to fit in with his friends, but I am usedto having to defend myself. I haven’t been around many women, and the men I have been in the company of are assholes. This is new territory for me, and I don’t want to offend his friends. I have lived permanently in defensive mode.

My head snaps up when someone runs into us, and our hands break apart. A pretty blonde starts to apologize to me but notices Micah. I watch the change come over her, and her lips curl. She bats her eyes and leans his way.

Listen, I get it. Vampires are alluring. Micah is sexy as fuck; but he is taken.

A haze falls over my eyes. My hand wraps around her throat and I pull her close. “Don’t even think about it,” I snarl. “He’s mine.” She’s human. I don’t care. I don’t give a shit that we are in a room full of people. I push her back, and she hits the wall beside the stairs. I lean close and whisper in her ear, “I could kill you so easily. Be careful who you look at,” I warn. Micah’s hand hits the wall beside our heads, leaning into me.

“Damn, pet,” he chuckles. “I thought I would be the one threatening people.” His hand glides down my hair. “I’m hard as fuck. Let her go,” he commands in my ear.

“I don’t think she learned her lesson,” I snap, before looking into her wide, terrified eyes. I suppose she has a clue.

“Pet, right now, it looks like the three of us are having a kinky moment. Much longer, and we will attract attention.” He gathers my hair in his fist and pulls. “I will reward you later for your possessiveness.”

I sneer, showing my coyote teeth slightly, before stepping back. “Fine.” I move to the side, cross my arms, and glare.

“Look at me,” Micah says to the woman. Her teary eyes meet his. “Nothing happened. If your friends ask, you got lost in the crowd while dancing. Tell them you are tired and want to go home. Do not drive. Call a driver and go the fuck home. You hada great night and will remember nothing else.” He starts to back away.

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