Page 66 of Craving Her Vampire

“Not yet, slow down.” She listens. “Make all the noises. I want to hear what my fingers and attention do to you.” My cock is ready to play, too. The sight before me is like nothing I have seen before. I crave her submission, but I also want her to be completely comfortable with exploring her body with me as herleader. There is no room for shyness between us, and she is doing fantastic in her desire to explore together. “Speed up,” I say, knowing she is holding back to please me, and I want to reward her.

“Please,” she begs, her hips jerking with the need to go even faster. She is struggling to please me.

“Harder, pet,” I growl. I press my legs against the bed, and my head hovers over her ass. “Yes, just like that,” I encourage. With every lift of her hips, I use my mouth, tongue, and teeth on her skin.

“Fuck, Daddy, I need to come,” she pants. With every rise and fall, her pussy swallows my fingers as far as possible.

“Not yet.” I reach underneath her and feather my thumb over her clit.

“Please.”

I take my focus from her pussy, up her body. Her hands grip the pillow, and her chin almost touches her shoulder.

“Almost,” I whisper, and she digs her hand into her hair. “Daddy is so proud of you.” I lick her cheek. “When I tell you to come, I will drink.”

“Yes, Daddy.” The scrape of her toes across the bed indicates how hard she is trying to hold on for me, to please me, and I almost come in my pants.

“Come. Go as fast as you want, pet,” I say, and she does. The bed hits the wall with the force of her thrusts. Her pussy clamps down. She cries out, and I slide my fangs into her supple ass. I feel a tug on my pants; her hand is gripping, so lost in the pleasure.

Her blood soothes the demon inside and fuels my body and power. I drink deeply, ensuring I will find her wherever she goes. My demon will never allow her to be lost to us. When she is a vampire, our thoughts and location will be connected. She willalways know where I am and the emotions I am feeling. I taste her completion and her desire for more—always more.

“Micah,” she whimpers, her pussy still vibrating. She stills, and I glide in and out.

Retracting my fangs, I lick the bite marks, admiring their placement on her skin. “Good job, Daisy. Thank you.” I leave her and lick my fingers. “Good morning.” I crouch by the head of the bed and brush her wild mass of hair away from her face.

“Morning,” she smiles. “Is that uncomfortable?” She glances at my cock.

“Give me time.” I adjust myself, and she licks her lips.

“I could—”

“I appreciate the offer. We don’t have time, though.” I kiss her. “We are going to have company shortly,” I whisper against her lips.

“We could be fast,” she says, and the door downstairs opens.

“Too late.” Ryker and Bash. I made the mistake of telling them the code to the door. “Take your time. Take a shower, and dress comfortably.”

“Is it happening tonight?” she asks, pushing the sheet away.

“Yes. Unless you want to try another way?” She sits on the edge of the bed.

“No. Let’s get it done.”

“When you are ready, come down. I told them to bring food.” I cup her face. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need help in the shower?” I hate that I haven’t given her my attention after our time together.

“I’m great.” She grips my wrists. “It was perfect. If you want to make them wait, I can help you in the shower.” She wiggles her eyebrows, making me laugh.

“When we are back here alone after this shit, I’ll expect double the attention.” I kiss her forehead.

“Okay, Daddy.”

I pinch her chin before dropping my hand and leaving the room. My mate is tempting, and I have to get my head out of the bedroom and her lovely body. We don’t know what will happen tonight, and we all have to be prepared for anything.

Turner has no idea the beasts are coming for him.

Chapter Nineteen

Daisy

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