Micah's Calling

by Donya Lynne

  He zapped the leather one last time before setting the violet wand aside and picking up the Hitachi Magic Wand. She was too scared to know he would never use the violet wand on her while he was on the bed with her or touching her. If he did, he could be shocked, too.

  She tensed up and panted as he drew up behind her.

  "It's okay. It will only sting a moment," he said. "Are you ready?" He wrapped his left arm around her waist and held the vibrator away from her but in the front.

  Her breath came in sharp bursts through her nose and every muscle in her body tightened before she nodded stiffly. Damn, she was ready to let him go forward with pain. Was she in for a surprise!

  * * *

  Sam was helpless. Her hands were cuffed and tied to the bed frame, and she had the most incredible sensations shooting through her nipples. A cross between pain and pleasure. And now Micah was going to zap her with one of the electrical wand things he had used on Trace.

  She remembered how tortured Trace had been from the pain the other night. So much so, in fact, that he had used his safe word, something Sam found out later Trace had rarely done before.

  God, was she crazy? Was she really going to let Micah do this to her?

  She had to try. She didn't want to deny this to him, and she trusted him, right? If she didn't like it, she would tell him she didn't want to do it again, but she could endure it just once.

  Suddenly, Micah's entire body grasped her hard and the tip of the wand came down on her, right between the legs.

  She screamed, just like in the movies, terror gripping her.

  "It hurts! Micah!"

  But it didn't hurt. Not really. Sam quieted and frowned behind the soft blindfold. Pulsing vibrations stimulated her core, deep and all the way through her vagina, not just her clit.

  Realization dawned on her as fiery heat swarmed within her core. He had mindfucked her. He had only wanted her to think he was using the electric thingy on her, when in fact he had replaced it with a vibrator.

  "Yes." He confirmed what she had just deduced, following the syllable with a deep purr as he licked the back of her neck. "But you're a wonderful screamer. So sexy."

  "Asshole." But no malice backed up her insult. "You tricked me."

  "Mm-hm." He massaged the vibrator head up down her clit and then down deep between her legs.

  She gave in to his persuasions with the vibrator, pressing her hips forward and moaning as she felt him shift behind her and heard the rustling sound of fabric. And then the head of his cock nudged between her legs as he forced her legs open with his knees. With his free hand, he slicked the velvety smooth head up and down her slick opening then abruptly drove inside her.

  They both gasped harshly.

  Between his cock inside her and the vibrator pressed against her clit, and with the added pain licking through her nipples, Sam was already near orgasm.

  And from the sound of it, so was Micah.

  "Come for me, baby. Don't make me wait." His hips thrust forward in deep, hastened strokes and Sam had a feeling the building orgasm quickening within her would just about unravel her. She'd never felt anything like this.

  "Neither have I." Micah practically groaned the words out as he stepped up his pace. "I'm already so close, baby."

  The sparks of pain in her nipples. The vibrator. Micah's guttural moans and arousing purrs. His strong body behind her. His thick cock working with the vibrator to stimulate her vagina.

  "Oh fuck!" The build was unreal. The rising crescendo of pleasure almost supernatural. "Micah! Oh God! Micah!"

  She pulled against her restraints, wanting to touch him, desperate for him and almost afraid of how powerfully she was about to come.

  "I've got you, baby."

  And just as she was on the verge of coming, he pulled away the vibrator, reached up with both hands, removed the clothespins from her nipples, and clamped his hands over both breasts, pulling and kneading.

  "Aaaaauuuuhhhh!" Fire shot through her nipples and mainlined to her core as the most unbelievable orgasm she'd ever had shattered her soul.

  Micah came the moment she did, slamming into her and crying out, filling her with liquid heat that made her insides feel even more like molten lava.

  Releasing one of her breasts, he reached up and removed the blindfold then unhooked the cuffs. They collapsed face-first onto the bed, his hips still surging against her backside, his stomach tightening with each contraction of his cock.

  "Jesus!" Sam breathed out the exclamation, in awe that she could come that hard. Her body still shivered spasmodically, and the pain in her nipples still radiated throughout her breasts.

  Suddenly, Micah bit into her shoulder. Euphoria from his venom loosened her body and the room swam wondrously until she came again with him still inside her.

  * * *

  Micah hugged himself to Sam's body as he fed. He didn't take all that he wanted, because he knew after what they had just done, she would already be exhausted. She would need her blood to recover. All-too-soon, he released her shoulder and watched the bite mark heal from the tiny dose of venom he had injected.

  She had come again during his feeding, which wasn't uncommon. The euphoric high of vampire venom often had that effect, even on other vampires.

  "Are you okay?" he said, his nose pressed into her hair.

  "Mmm." She maneuvered, tightened, and unwound beneath him as if she was settling into a warm bed or snuggling into a blanket.

  He smiled. "I take that as a yes?"

  She was still feeling the effects of the euphoria, but they were beginning to fade. "Uh-huh."

  "No safe word."

  She grinned contentedly, her cheek pressed against the pillow. "No. No safe word. That was," she sighed, "incredible."

  They lay like that for several minutes, Micah on top of her, still inside her, snuggled together as he peppered kisses over the back of her neck, her shoulders, in her hair, and finally down her back as he pulled out of her and sat up.

  "Come on, beautiful. Let me get you cleaned up and into bed."

  He took her hand and helped her off the bed, then lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. After setting her on the counter, he started filling a lilac-scented bubble bath and joined her by the counter, slipping into place between her legs.

  "Lilacs?" She smiled up at him as she draped her arms over his shoulders.

  "Yes. I swung by here the other night when I was out so I could supply the house with a few things for you."

  His lips brushed over hers and she deepened the kiss before pulling away once more.

  "Why, thank you, Mr. Black. You do take good care of me."

  "You're most welcome, Miss Garrett." He gently caressed his palm over her nipple then bent down and kissed one breast then the other. "Are they sore?"

  Her fingers combed through his hair, and she moaned as his tongue found her right nipple and swirled softly around it.

  "A little, but in a good way."

  He switched sides and caressed her left nipple before tenderly brushing his lips over it.

  "This is part of the scene, by the way." He grinned up at her.

  "Oh? What's that? Getting me turned on again?"

  He chuckled and stood up, taking her face in his hands. "No. Tending to you afterward. Caring for you." Kiss. "Cleaning you." Kiss. "Making sure you're okay."

  She arched on eyebrow and nodded dramatically. "Oh, I can assure you. I'm very okay."

  "I'm sure you are." With a final, sweet kiss on her lips, he went to the bathtub and checked the water then returned to her, lifted her in his arms, and settled her into the sudsy, hot water.

  "How's that? Too hot?"

  She shook her head. "It's perfect. Join me?"

  He climbed into the tub with her, cleaned her, smoothed his palms over every inch of her perfect, exquisite body, then pulled her back into the frame of his torso and held her as they both laid back and closed their eyes, content to enjoy the feel of the other in the soothi
ng water.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Late the following morning, with the house shuttered in darkness, Micah navigated around his kitchen, preparing breakfast for Sam while she slept. He wore only a pair of sweats and a smile.

  In fact, he couldn't stop smiling. Not even the knowledge that he had to return to work tonight could ruin his good mood.

  After loading a tray with homemade pancakes, syrup, eggs, bacon, sausage, fresh-squeezed orange juice, coffee and tea, he carried it downstairs and set it on the massive bed where they had spent the day.

  "Good morning, love." He leaned over and kissed Sam's forehead.

  She had slept like the dead after their stint in the dungeon last night. So had he, but today was special, and when he had awakened, he couldn't contain himself before hurrying upstairs to get everything ready.

  Sam stretched and opened her clover green eyes then grinned sleepily. "Good morning."

  "Are you hungry?"

  She rolled her eyes. "I just woke up. I'm never hungry right when I wake up."

  "Well, I'm hungry." He climbed into bed beside her and took a drink of orange juice.

  Sam smiled at him. "What's up with you?"

  "Oh nothing, Mrs. Black."

  She sat up and huffed. "How many times do I have—?"

  "Uah!" Micah held up his hand to stop her. "You're Mrs. Black. End of discussion."

  She held up her left hand and flashed her empty ring finger. "Not until I see a ring on this finger, Mr. Black."

  Micah pulled his other hand out of his pocket and held up a platinum band with nine diamonds around the top.

  "You mean like this one?"

  Sam gasped, her eyes opening so wide they looked like saucers. She stared at the ring for several seconds before tearing her gaze away to meet his.

  "Give me your hand, Sam." He reached for her left hand.

  She slowly lifted it to him. Her fingers were shaking.

  "I may have flaws, and I may not be human, but I want you to share my name for the rest of our days in the human traditions to which you were born." He held the ring poised in front of her finger. "Will you be mine forever, Sam?"

  Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back. "Yes."

  He slid the ring in place, lifted her hand to his mouth, and kissed the row of diamonds, his lips pressing against the soft skin of her finger as he did. "Can I finally call you Mrs. Black now?"

  "You play dirty."

  "I like to win."

  "Do you now?"

  "Uh-huh." Micah kept hold of her hand. "So? Can I? Call you Mrs. Black?"

  Sam didn't answer right away then said. "You really are incorrigible, you know that?"

  "Just answer my question." He grinned, feeling victory within reach.

  "Okay. Fine. You can call me Mrs. Black. Happy now?"

  She looked adorable in mock-pissed-off mode.

  "Yes. Very." He squeezed her hand.

  She shook her head and tried to hide her smile by turning away from him. A moment later, she brought her gaze back to his. "I love you. I really love you."

  "I love you, too. Mrs. Black."

  She rolled her eyes and laughed. "What have I gotten myself into with you?"

  "A lifetime of love, happiness, and devotion…with the occasional possibility of danger, death, and mayhem."

  "Oh, of course." She rolled her eyes as if to say how silly of me. "What relationship wouldn't be complete without a little threat to life and limb?"

  Micah tugged her hand. "Come here, you."

  She was in his arms in an instant, holding him so tightly he could feel her heartbeat against his chest.

  "I'll take good care of you, baby."

  She exhaled as if she'd been holding her breath. "I know. And I'll take good care of you."

  Micah held onto her and breathed her in. If anyone was up to the task of taking care of him, it was Sam. His Sam. Fearless and strong. The mother of his future children.

  Micah couldn't wait until his next calling.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I have always loved to write. I don't remember a time when I wasn't writing, reading, or dreaming up stories to keep me entertained in boring situations. I would lie in bed at night and conjure up all kinds of worlds and stories. My mind never turned off and was always filled with daydreams and fantasies, and I often wrote them down. When I was in junior high, my stories turned to more romance, and I filled notebooks with romantic escapades my friends and I took with our favorite band, Duran Duran. I always got John or Simon. LOL. At any rate, my friends ended up unofficially voting me as Most Likely to Become a Romance Novelist. Ha ha, right? But here I am, doing just that, writing romance novels. Prophetic, right?

  I actually worked in the corporate world for over twenty years in office management and as an executive assistant to the owners, presidents, and vice presidents of corporate America, but in July 2010, I lost my job. Thus began a year-and-a-half journey of finding myself and what my future held. That's when I discovered role playing and met my co-author, who I work with now under the pen name, Jem Stone. Role playing (RP) served its purpose, and I met some truly wonderful people, but I eventually realized it prevented me from accomplishing what I wanted: Getting published. So, I hung up my RP hat and focused on writing, and my first short story, Moonlit Hearts, was published in September of 2011 in an anthology called Evernight.

  Silver linings are things I always try to find in every bad situation, and now I realize the silver lining in losing my job was seeing that I was supposed to become a writer. My journey in the corporate world had been over for a long time and I had only been putting off my true calling by forcing myself to stay in the workforce. Losing my job was Fate's way of telling me I needed to get on with what I was really meant to do, the business of becoming an author. So that's what I'm going to do, and I have several projects in the works, including several stories in the AKM series. I hope you all continue to follow me along this very exciting journey, and I hope I can continue to give you stories you enjoy and which will give you a pleasant break from reality when you need it.

  Donya Lynne

  BOOKS BY DONYA LYNNE

  All the King's Men (AKM)

  Rise of the Fallen (Book One)

  Heart of the Warrior (Book Two)

  Micah's Calling (Novella Supplement to Rise of the Fallen)

  Non-Series Related Work

  The Arms of Winter

  Novella Published by Silver Publishing

  Anthologies

  Evernight – Romance in a World of Darkness

  Published by XOXO Publishing

  Short Story: Moonlit Hearts

  Coming Soon

  Royal Obsession (AKM Book Three)

  Snowed In Truth or Dare (holiday anthology short story)

  Connect With Donya Lynne

  Email: donya@donyalynne.com

  Twitter: @DonyaLynne

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  Blog: www.donyalynne.blogspot.com

  Website (still under construction): www.donyalynne.com

  Email Micah Black at micah@donyalynne.com

  Email Traceon at traceon@donyalynne.com