Page 98 of Craving Her Vampire

She’s incredibly fast, almost too fast to track, and I can track anything. Her body blurs halfway down the stairs a second after I gain my feet. My mate slows when she sees the others behind me, her mouth opening and her paws hovering over the steps.

“Get out,” I bark.

“She’s fucking huge,” Saphira gasps, and Daisy’s head swivels. Her low growl rises in volume from her open jaws. “Let’s go get pizza.” The fury of movement will be funny tomorrow, but right now, all my concentration is on my mate.

Daisy’s coyote is larger than any I have seen. I’m assuming she was much smaller before the change. Her teeth are sharp and many. A set of vampire teeth emerges in front of them. My blood is powerful for anyone to drink. It holds the many years of donors within it, and the experience of an ancient vampire. I was afraid her body would take much longer to acclimate to the change, and her animal would become overwhelmed.

I am thrilled to be wrong.

She’s fucking powerful. Her will is strong, and her magic is pushing through the room and sending a warning to any shifters close by. No wonder no one argued; they could feel it, too.

I stand still as she walks toward me once the door shuts behind our friends. Her fur is the natural yellow-blonde of a coyote, but the purple she wears in her hair decorates the strands. Her long claws scratch on the floor as she makes steady progress, her eyes holding my gaze.

When she reaches me and rolls her head over my stomach, I restrain from touching her, her muzzle in line with my lower chest. She covers me with her scent, breathing heavily on my shirt. Her teeth catch on the fabric, causing it to rip, but I don’t care.

“You’re gorgeous, mate,” I growl, my teeth descending. I slowly raise my hand and pet her head.

“Mate,”she garbles, her words spoken in my head. She can communicate with me in her shifter form. Shifters usually can while both are in their animal form, but not when one mate is in their human body.

“I knew you would be special.” I stroke her back, absurdly proud.

“My mate,”she says.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Hungry.”

“What do you want?” I ask.

“Your blood.”

“Shift and take it.”

She steps back; my shirt clasped in her mouth until she reluctantly releases it. The change back is seamless, and my mate is standing naked in front of me. I wonder if she will be able to shift with clothes. Her vampire body will change and enhance her coyote abilities. She was naked when she slept, but I have a feeling there will be no limits to her gifts.

Her fangs hang down, glistening in the light. They are longer than the average vampire. Her hair is thicker and longer, and her eyes are brighter. Seeing the white ring around the edge causes my fears to settle.

“Micah,” she purrs, eliminating the space between us. Pressing her tits against me, she says, “I want to drink.”

“Do it,” I command, shredding my shirt so it rips down the middle. She licks her lips.

“So thirsty.” Her tongue darts across my collar. “I can smell your blood.” She needs no other prompt, striking quickly.

Palming her head, I tip back my head and close my eyes, relishing in her claim. Feeding your mate is a natural act, but itis also the most rewarding thing a vampire can do. Being able to nourish her new body tops everything.

Grabbing her thighs, I lift her and move to the couch. I pull her tight as I sit, and she never lifts her head, drinking deep. My hands palm her ass, rolling her over my hard cock. The act of sharing blood as vampires is personal and sex is almost always part of it.

Everything about her turns me on. Knowing she is like me, yet different than any other vampire here, satisfies the demon inside me; no one will fuck with her.

She rips her mouth away, and tips her head back, my blood on her fangs, dripping down her neck to land on her tits.

“Stunning,” I whisper. I circle her throat briefly before trailing my hand in the path of my blood, rubbing it into her skin. “I want you covered in my blood.”

“Daddy,” she groans. “I want more. More, and more.” She looks down, watching, her tongue touching the tip of her fang.

“You can have as much as you want, pet.” I move back to her neck. “How do you feel?”

She grins. “Fucking fantastic.”

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