by Donya Lynne
The air between them quickly heated, sizzling, crackling, burning, and he flipped her to her back, rolling with her, pushing his sweats down with one hand as his mouth found hers. He nearly came from just her taste and the mewling noise she made as their lips fused together, twisting and holding, drawing in and urging each other for more.
She shifted beneath him, and he felt her hands pushing down her shorts, their mouths never letting go of the other, grunting in frustration that they couldn't get free of their clothes fast enough, urgent to feel the other, wanting, needing, and demanding.
Finally he kicked his pants off and shoved her legs open with his knees, pushing forward and sinking in deep as she cried into his mouth and locked her arms around his back to hold him hard against her.
Giving himself to her slowly, he rocked into her, his back curving as he took her deep and then slowly pulled out, gliding back into her silky heat once more. Each solid thrust was answered with a feminine whimper, each of which he caught on his tongue until he could no longer hold back and dropped his mouth to her throat as he quickened his tempo.
* * *
Something clicked when he planted his lips against her throat. Vampires drink blood. They drink from their victims' throats, and his mouth was on her throat. Did he intend to take her blood, just sink his fangs or whatever he used into her flesh and take her? Instead of the thought terrifying her into a cold stop, the added risk sent her to the moon and she pushed him over, keeping the intimate connection between them as she took him from the top.
Harder and faster, she ground herself against him with a need she had never felt, her orgasm hiding just under the surface. But it was there, just waiting, rising and gripping her throat from the inside so that each time she exhaled, she cried out a little louder than before, each breath building a crescendo of sound and sensation.
Micah seized her thighs in his large hands. He was stronger than he looked, pushing and pulling her easily as he bucked up to meet her urging thrusts. The look on his face was so feral, and the grunts he made so carnal, that she could almost hear the train of profanities that ran through his mind. Did he hold himself back for her? She could tell the words hung behind his clenched teeth just waiting for an invitation to spill.
"Tell me to fuck you. Tell me!" She said, so close to going over.
With a howl that was half guttural war cry and half gracious relief, he switched his grip from her thighs to her hips and pounded up hard against her, slamming his length into her deep.
"That's it, Sam. God, yes, fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
When had Sam ever felt so debauched, yet so decadent? She couldn't remember. Micah did things to her that no man had ever done, drawing out of her a woman she'd never felt safe enough to be.
Before she knew what was happening, she was on her back again, Micah's large frame driving into her from above, her legs up and over his shoulders.
"Tell me, Sam," he said, an unbelievable quiet coming over him as he stilled. It felt to Sam like the air around them was only getting hotter, super charged, pregnant with unspent desire that only needed a spark to ignite.
"What?" Tell you what?" she asked, linking her fingers behind his neck, yearning, squirming for him to continue.
"Tell me to come." His dark eyes glittered as they bore into hers. "Please. Hurry. Tell me."
Panting, pulling, needing him, she nodded. "Come for me, Micah. Come inside me." She realized she didn't want him to pull out. She wanted to feel what he felt like deep at her core.
Growling, he thrust hard and fast, hitting the front of her tight cavern in just the right spot to stir her own stubborn release from the shackles it had locked itself in.
"Come with me," he grunted. "I can feel how close you are. Come with me."
"Yes." She knew she would. He didn't have to worry. "I'm close, so close, don't stop." As if he would, but she needed him to hear her say it. "Now, now. Micah!" Her nails dug into his back as she gripped him and felt the first wave of release sweep over her.
His body stiffened and shuddered, his hips slamming forward as he cried out and his cock jerked against her G-spot to send her crashing in a wave of pleasure that shot through her body like lightning. Her muscles quivered and pulsed around his steely presence inside her, sucking him as he pulsed and emptied himself against her walls, warming her like he was pouring hot water inside her.
* * *
After she had milked every last drop from his cock, and after the last of her gentle spasms of release had subsided, Micah pulled out and rolled her to her side and lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist as if he would never let her go.
"Did I hurt you?" he said, running his nose over the sweat-dampened skin on the back of her neck. "Mmm, you smell even better when you perspire."
"Do I?" Her body shook softly as she chuckled. "That's a first. And no, you didn't hurt me."
Micah felt her body humming with life. "You've never come that hard, have you?"
"No. How do you know these things?"
"It's my spider sense." He smiled into her soft, short hair.
"Yeah, whatever. You're probably digging inside my head again, aren't you?"
"Maybe just a little."
"Well, stop it."
They were silent for a minute then Micah said, "You don't enjoy dancing at the Garter, do you?"
Sam's head bowed slightly, as if she was ashamed. "No. But you know why I do it. I don't have much choice."
"What if I helped you? Found you another job? I can be very persuasive." He ran his hand over the curve of her hip.
"I can see that." He heard the smile in her voice then she rolled in his arms to face him. Her smile faded. "I don't want to be a charity case, Micah."
"You're anything but a charity case, Sam." He combed his fingers through her short hair. Making love to her had been wonderful, and it had come out of nowhere. Who would have thought showing her his knives would lead to…well, that? He felt so full of life all of a sudden. Not even with Jackson had he felt this alive. "God, I loved making love to you just now." The words swooshed out of him on a heady exhale as if he hadn't intended to speak aloud.
Sam snuggled closer as he tightened his embrace. "I did, too. You do things to me…make me feel things—"
"You've never felt before?"
"I told you to stop that." She play-bit his shoulder.
"Habit. I can't help myself." His fingers brushed over her back.
"Try."
He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."
They both drew silent once more, breathing against each other, enjoying the post-coital reverie. But soon enough, Micah's thoughts returned to her career and he pulled away enough so he could look into her eyes.
"Seriously, Sam, I will do what I can to help you if you want to quit dancing. I don't like you working there, anyway." He didn't want her returning to the Black Garter, especially now that they'd consummated their relationship, which strengthened his bond to her. The thought of all those men eyeing her with lust and touching her or themselves as they jacked off while thinking about her made him want to hurt someone. He stroked her hair off her forehead and ran his fingertips over the curves of her face.
"Big bad Micah doesn't like anyone looking at his girl, huh?" Her hand skimmed over his chest.
He grinned, making sure to flash a little fang. "Damn straight."
She leaned in and kissed him. "That's sweet, but I told you. I don't want to be a charity case. I'll manage."
Damn stubborn woman. Micah would clean his own savings out and give it all to her if she asked him to. "Well, I won't let anything happen to you."
Her smile widened and she placed her hand in his. "Why do I get the feeling you mean that?"
"Because it's true."
"Are all vampires like you?"
"No."
"Well, are they at least as nice?"
If only the other members on his team could have heard that. He chuckled. "Absolutely not."
"W
hat's so funny?"
"I'm known as the blankity-blank-so-and-so S.O.B. on my team."
She nodded. "Oh, well, I guess I can see that, too."
"I bet you can."
The two moved closer together, their naked legs intertwining.
"Should I feel honored to have the famous Scarlet in my bed?"
She rolled her eyes and playfully shoved his chest. "I don't do Scarlet off stage."
"I bet I can talk you into it. I've seen how you can bend." He nuzzled her neck.
"Oh, you have, huh?" Her fingers combed into his hair, and he purred against her skin.
"Yes. Will you give me a private show sometime?"
Her head bent back and her breasts pressed against his chest. "It'll cost you."
"How much for a whole night?"
"Hmm, we can work it off in trade. How's that?"
Rolling over on top of her, Micah trailed his tongue down her body as he sank between her legs. "Well, let me get started then."
The last thing he saw before closing his mouth over her swollen clit was Sam's eyes closing dreamily, her head nodding as she pressed into the pillow.
"Yes, please," she said.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was late when Sam woke up with Micah nestled behind her and his hand cupping her between her legs as if he had fallen asleep trying to stimulate her into yet another orgasm. How many times had she come before they had finally fallen into an exhausted, sated sleep sometime around one o'clock? She rubbed her palm over her face, trying to remember. Three? No, four times.
Her body felt well used, but in a good way, and a pleasant ache throbbed between her legs. After their first time, which Sam now blushed over—she'd never been one for rough sex like that, but now wondered why the hell not—Micah had used his mouth like a cunnilingus master before taking her again on top. The loving had been softer and more savory then, and he made love to her with the tenderness of a man more in love than in lust.
After dozing for a few minutes in each other's arms, he had awakened and pulled her on top of him. She had been too tired to do much of the work, but Micah had had more than enough energy left in him for the both of them, securing his arms around her as she had laid against him and he had pumped into her from the bottom.
Wow, things had moved fast with Micah. She had only just met him and already felt like she was falling in love. How had that happened when she was normally so cautious and distant?
A soft smile touched her lips as she replayed the morning's memories over and over in her head, his breath warming the back of her neck as he continued to sleep. His leavings still seeped from her, and she wondered if maybe they should have used protection. Or maybe vampires couldn't impregnate humans.
God, was she really thinking that? Was Micah really a vampire? And were creatures known as drecks really trying to kill her? Maybe she had merely dreamed all that. She had had something to drink, and she rarely drank, so maybe her mind had played tricks on her.
"No." Micah's gravelly voice broke the silence, startling her.
"What?"
He cleared his throat. "No, your mind's not playing tricks on you." He pulled her closer, sliding his hand down further between her legs, purring when he felt what he had left inside her coat his fingers.
"You're not supposed to be in my mind, remember?"
Soft lips found the place just at the base of her neck, just above the bone at the top of her spine between her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I connected with you before falling asleep so I could make sure nothing happened to you while we slept. It's something mated males do."
Something about that made her heart skip. He protected her even during sleep. How sweet.
"Your thoughts about what we did this morning woke me up," he said. "I like that you were thinking about us."
"Me, too." Admitting it out loud made it more real somehow. "What time is it?"
She felt him turn his head, then he rolled back and snuggled closer. "Almost 7:30."
Seven-thirty! She needed to get up and get ready for work.
"No," he said, holding her tight.
She reached around and slapped his ass. "Get out of my head. And, yes, I need to work."
"No," he repeated, tightening his hold so she couldn't break free. "You call in sick for a while."
"Micah—"
"I'll cover your lost wages until you can go back. If you want to go back. How much do you average a night?"
"If I want to go back?"
"Yes. Just think about what we talked about earlier. My offer still stands to help get you out of there. Now, what do you average a night?"
Did he seriously want to know her nightly salary? Surely he didn't plan on replacing what she would lose by calling off.
"Yes, I do. Now, how much do you make?" he said.
"Fine. Maybe I should just think the figure since you won't get out of my mind."
"You could do that." He chuckled and pulled her closer, obviously enjoying playing with her like this.
She had to admit, it was fun if not a tad annoying.
"Okay, I'll just tell you. On weekends I've made as much as $800 in one night. During the week it's closer to $500 a night."
"I'll give you a thousand a night until I deal with Apostle and the others. Will that do?" His palm rubbed her up and down and she felt his hardness press against the back of her thighs.
"Micah—"
"Don't argue. Yes or no. And don't say no."
Sam sighed. "You're incorrigible. Fine then. Yes. That will do."
"Good, then it's settled." He lifted her leg, and she felt the head of his cock probe her saturated nether lips, parting them.
"Yes, it's settled."
Then he was sliding home, rocking into her as she reached her hand around and held the back of his head. She could get used to waking up like this.
"So could I," he said.
"We need to do something about your disobedience."
"Mmm, what did you have in mind?"
"I'll think of something. Now, shut up and fuck me."
"Yes, ma'am."
And holy heavens, did he ever.
* * *
Sam was the damn finest sexiest woman he had ever met. Waking up to feel his cum spilling over his hand and her body molded into his curves as she replayed their sexual pyrotechnics from this morning made him feel like he was seeing fireworks for the first time. He had always loved fireworks, and not just the flares used by the military from ages ago, but the kind that went off every Fourth of July.
It was the one thing his teammates actually teased him over, how Micah never worked on Independence Day so he could watch the fireworks. It took some planning, too, since the sun didn't set until just before, but it was always worth the effort. He'd even tried to take pictures of them to hold onto the memory all year, but pictures never turned out as good as the real thing.
And that's what Sam was: his own personal firework. She amazed and dazzled him, making him feel alive and whole again.
Pressed behind her, he thrust forward, holding her leg in the air.
She gasped in pleasure and slapped her hand down on the mattress from the force of his body. Her inner channel was slick and swollen after the working over he had given her earlier, but damn she was hot against his cock.
"Your body calls to mine," he said breathlessly as he pounded into her once more.
She only moaned and arched her back so that her head lay against his shoulder and her tight, perfect breasts jutted out alluringly.
"Mmm." He ran one hand up her stomach and his palm layered over the perfect handful of firm flesh, topped by her tight nipple. The hard nub pressed against his palm and he couldn't resist swirling his hand in a circle to feel it tease his skin.
"Micah…" Sam pressed her hips back, her ass forming a perfect seal against him.
Oh God, she was too much. He couldn't hold himself back. In a swift flourish of movement, he threw his pillow over so it was in line with her hips then roll
ed her to her stomach. The pillow angled her hips perfectly so that when he rose up behind her, his hard length drove into her right to the hilt.
"Yes!" She cried out, burying her face into the mattress as her long fingers groped the sheet on either side of her head.
"Yes, what?" His inner dom worked to the forefront as he sank inside her and lowered himself over her body. With his stomach and chest pressed against her back, he thrust again and whispered harshly. "Yes, what, Sam?"
For a moment, she seemed not to know how to respond.
"Say my name, Sam," he said, cluing her in. "I want to hear you speak my name."
Sam shivered beneath him and whimpered needfully. "Yes, Micah. More, please."
He grinned, eager to give her what she begged him for while his need to control the scene stirred his own desire. Micah hadn't felt the urge to dom anyone in years. Even when Jack had wanted to experiment with submission, Micah hadn't been very interested. But now, here he was itching to spank Sam and more.
His hand slapped down on her ass as he rose up and rammed his erection into her. Sam trembled and her hands curled into fists as she gritted her teeth through the sting.
"You like when I spank you, don't you?" He swatted her ass again then again on the other side. Rosy hand prints blossomed on her pristine flesh.
"Yes."
He spanked her harder. "Yes, what?"
"Oh God!" She cried out and arched her back before undulating beneath him. She looked like a slender, elegant reed bending in the breeze. She was so flexible and graceful. "Yes, Micah!"
Her tender, inner walls tightened around him. She was going to come, and he wanted to taste her when she did.
Crashing down over her body, he fucked her hard, opening her legs by pushing the front of his thighs against the back of hers. The new position gave him leverage to hit her deep and rough, and each forceful drive forward provoked a tight, feminine gasp of pleasure to burst from her throat.
"Tell me you're mine," he said, his voice a growl as his mouth pressed against her ear. "Tell me you belong to me."
