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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Daisy

Every nerve is on fire with energy. Micah’s blood is mixing with mine, causing my soul to light up. My thoughts are scattered, and his blood is the only thing that sticks.

I remember endless amounts of pain. My body changing rapidly. When I woke, nothing mattered except finding my mate and feeding. There is a burning in my throat that nothing but his blood will satisfy. Seeing others around Micah pissed me off. I wanted all his attention. I want to be the only thing he sees. My coyote was ready to tear them apart for being near him.

Thankfully, they left quickly. Even though I knew they were friends, the demon inside didn’t want anything in my way, and I would have fought anyone who did.

The difference in my coyote is drastic. Her body has grown, bigger than any other of my species. My mind is connected to Micah in a way I didn’t expect. All I have to do is think about the words I want to say to him and push them towards him. Hisemotions are open and flowing into me. I feel his pride. His love. His desire.

All my senses are enhanced even more. I can pick up the quietest sound. I hear everything from miles around, my hearing before was good, but this is next level. Micah’s heartbeat syncs with mine, and I can see the pulse on his neck. The touch of Micah’s hand on my skin is even better than before, and I shiver.

“I want you,” I cry, pushing into his hand.

“Take me,” he dares, and I desperately reach for his jeans.

My fingers move faster than my thoughts. All I have to do is think about what I want to do and they act before the thought completely forms. I yank the zipper down and it shatters in my hand and my nose wrinkles.

“How?” I whisper.

“You have the strength of a vampire, love,” Micah says, grinning. I frown but forget what I was frowning about when I palm him.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Climb on,” Micah orders, and I happily obey.

“Daddy,” I gasp, dropping down.

“Fuck, yes.” He circles my waist with his other arm. “Ride me,” he encourages. The push and pull begins. I didn’t think sex with Micah could get any better.

It is euphoric.

“Micah, I love you,” I moan.

“I love you, too, pet.” He flexes his hand, and pulls my mouth to his. I claimed his blood, now I want to claim his body.

Our teeth clash as the kiss continues, our breath mixing, our tongues tangling, savoring. My fang cuts his lip, and his blood drips, but nothing matters.

His cock is hard and deep and I welcome him.

I break away gasping for breath, but my hips don’t stop. I will never get enough.

“Daddy, please.”

“What do you need, pet?”

“I—” I shake my head. I just need more.

“Do you want Daddy to take control?”

“Yes.” The words barely leave my lips and I am flipped to my back, the cushions vibrating from the impact. He moves me to my side, my legs pushed together and up by his hand on the back of my knees. He thrusts inside me and I moan, the sensation overwhelming. His palm presses by my head as he completely covers me as his hips slap against mine.

“Better, pet?”

“Oh, yeah,” I rasp. My walls tighten, pulling him as deep as possible. “Daddy, I’m going to come.”

“No,” he denies. “Hold on.”

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