Micah's Calling (2 page)

"Tell me more about this…
calling
thing."
She nibbled the back of his shoulder and smoothed her palm up and down his
shaft.

He had mentioned the
calling
to her earlier, but they
hadn't talked about it much. Just enough to let her know it was why he was so
sexed up right now.

He dropped his head back. The knife lost contact with his
throat, but that was okay. The effect was still delicious enough to sizzle his
toes.

"The
calling
is what a male vampire goes through
when he mates." He closed his eyes and turned his face toward hers as she
licked his shoulder.

Stroke-stroke.

"How does it work?" she said.

If Micah hadn't been so turned on, he would have laughed. It
wasn't like the
calling
was a machine that you could turn on and off. It
was a living entity that consumed a male, right down to his balls.
Especially
his balls.

"The purpose of the
calling
is to propagate the
species." He reached his hands back and found her bare hips. "When a
male's mating instinct fires as mine has with you, the
calling
kicks in
and makes him want to have sex." He paused and his voice lowered. "A
lot."

"A lot, hmm?" Sam's voice sounded drowsy with
lust, likely in response to the hormonal heat he was throwing out.

"Uh-huh. A lot." He swatted her hand away from his
throat and broke free from her grasp long enough to spin around and take her by
surprise. In a flash, she was in his arms. He pressed his erection against her
lower stomach.

She gasped as he claimed the side of her throat with a nip of
his teeth, and as he slid his nose up her jaw and kissed her earlobe, she
shivered. With a dark chuckle that made her shudder again, he continued with
his explanation.

"I'm at my most sexually potent – my most fertile –
during my
calling,
Mrs. Black."

Sam tsked. "Do you see a ring on my finger, Mr. Black?
I don't think so."

He swiped his tongue over the tender spot just below her
ear. "It doesn't matter." His voice was a low drawl of sensuality and
possessive confidence. "Ring or no ring, you're mine."

"No one owns me." Her fingertips danced down the
backs of his arms as she laid her head back. Apparently, she had abandoned the
Bowie knife, likely to the kitchen counter behind him, because she wasn't
holding it, anymore.

Micah cupped her breast briefly before slipping his palm
into the middle of her chest. Gently, he pushed her back and glided his hand up
her sternum to her throat as she bent like a sinewy reed, exposing her slim,
nubile body to his gaze, which lit like blue fire from his navy irises.

"Mmm, I do believe this body belongs to me," he
said appreciatively, drawing his hand back down between her breasts, pressing
his palm firmly against her.

Sam grinned and pulled herself back up until her mouth
hovered only millimeters from his. Her green eyes sparkled with aroused humor
as she met his gaze. "Until I have a ring, Mr. Black, you may call me Sam
or Miss Garrett. I may no longer be human, but I still want the ring."

Touché.

"I don't like the name Garrett," he said, meeting
her stare.

Garrett was the name she had inherited from her ex-husband,
Steve, the second asshole Micah had saved Sam from a week ago.

Apostle, a dreck Micah had petitioned to end his misery
after Jackson split, had been the first.

Unaware that Micah had asked for the beat down Apostle and
his crew had been giving him when she had saved Micah's life in that parking
garage two weeks ago, Sam had unknowingly declared war on Apostle when she shot
him. Micah had tried to protect her, knowing Apostle would come after her, but
that mother fucking dreck had managed to track her down and bite her, nearly
killing her with his venom. Micah had been forced to give Sam his own venom and
transform her into an immortal to save her life.

As if her experience with Apostle hadn't been enough, her abusive
ex, Steve, had shown up to try and reclaim her. Over Micah's dead body! Steve
had picked the wrong guy to fuck with.

Micah absently wondered if Steve had experienced the effects
of the mental suggestions he had implanted in the asshole's head while erasing
all memory of Samantha. For six more years, ol' Steve-aroony could count on
getting action only from his hand, because if a woman tried to do the honors,
limp dick would be the best way to describe what happened to his manly parts.
And laughing in public would prove to be quite embarrassing. But that's the
shit you got when you stomped on a mated vampire's territory.

"If you don't like my last name, you know how to change
it." Sam flashed her ring finger and smiled oh-so-innocently.

"You tempt me, female." Micah licked her mouth,
grinding his hips against her.

The
calling
was rising within him again, urging him
to plant more seeds in an attempt to create a new life in Sam's womb. A new
life he doubted would take root after all she had been through, what with her
body being newly immortal after his venom had warred violently with Apostle's
to save her, wreaking havoc on her organs. But just because her body was too
new with immortality to hold a child didn't make his hunger for her lessen.

Grabbing her under her arms, he lifted her, and she easily
swung her legs up and around him without hesitation. She wanted him just as
badly.

"We'll continue this conversation later," he said
as he turned around, moved his Bowie knife aside, and set her on the counter.
"Lie back."

"So bossy." Her eyes glinted with lust.

"Oh, you have no idea how bossy I can be. Not yet,
anyway." He yanked her toward him as she lay back on the counter, letting
his mind briefly wander to his dungeon. Would she let him boss her around down
there? He hoped so.

Within seconds, he was inside her, pushing and pulling her
on the counter to meet each of his eager thrusts. The
calling
didn't
allow for much in the way of long and luxurious fucking. The calling pushed a
male to quickness, sharpening his sensations to a needlepoint of lusty need
that made him come fast and often.

For nearly one week, he and Sam had lived inside each
other's bodies like this. The first couple of days home, they had made love
almost non-stop. Micah hadn't even bothered to count how many times they had
made love, but it had been a lot. Well, fucked is more the word for what they
had done. Despite love being at the heart of every urgent coupling, it was hard
to refer to rough, physical, body-bruising sex as making love. With the goal of
creating new life, Micah's
calling
had been too powerful to resist. Even
when his conscience wanted to let Sam sleep, his body refused to obey, and when
the ache to mate became a small war between pain and agony within his body, he
had been forced to take her.

Since those first couple days, the sex had tapered. This was
the sixth time today they'd made love, and his body was beginning to allow him
to luxuriate more. If things went well tonight, they would get in one more
healthy dose of one another before nodding off again, and he wanted to savor
her then if his body let him.

Her small, pale-tipped breasts bobbed forward and back,
forward and back as he thrust again and again, feeling the quick build of
release at the base of his spine. His hands dug into her hips as he increased
his tempo, and Sam reached down and latched on to his wrists. Her gaze met his
and she cried out as she came.

God love her, but she was the most responsive female he'd
ever met. Sure, her body reacted to his mating heat, making it easier for her
to find her own pleasure each time they joined, but he could tell that even
without the hormonal trigger she would still be an orgasmic tidal wave. It
would just take her longer to reach her climax without his heat to spur her on,
but her body matched his perfectly.

"Fuck!" Micah slammed into her once more and let
loose a torrent of fertility. His entire body warmed, and his nerve endings
danced and exalted with yet another successful release of his highly potent
offering. The extra special glow and rapturous tingle that cascaded in a chain
reaction to every muscle in his body was the
calling's
gift to him for
sowing his seeds through coitus. The afterglow of orgasm would never feel quite
as pleasurable as it did during a
calling.

"Mmm." Sam released his wrists and sat up. She was
all fluid motion and feline finesse as her arms encircled him and her mouth
found his chest.

His cock was still pumping inside her, filling her with his
potency as her lips and tongue took turns gliding over his skin, flicking one
nipple then the other. Needing her closer, he pulled her in, tucking her
against his body as the last of his ejaculation ebbed.

Micah didn't want to move. He didn't want to pull out of
her. After each session with Sam, it was the same thing. He simply wanted to
stay wrapped inside her warm, moist sheath. His cock felt perfect there. At
home. Where it belonged. He had never experienced this feeling with his first
two mates.

"I love you." He burrowed his nose into her short,
silky-soft, blond hair. Mmm, lilacs. She always smelled of lilacs.

"I love you, too."

Sam didn't fully understand this thing Micah called the
calling,
but she liked it. And she liked her new body, too, because it bounced back and
healed itself quickly, making her ready for the next time he needed to take
her.

She had been a bit scared at how often he wanted to have sex
with her those first couple of days. Then he explained that it was normal for a
newly-mated male. And then earlier today he had attempted to explain the
calling
to her. Unfortunately, his explanation had been cut short by his body's need to
have her yet again. And miraculously enough, she seemed to peak with arousal
every time he did. Was that part of this
calling
thing, too? It seemed
too coincidental not to be. She still had so much to learn about Micah's world.
It was hard to believe she had only known him a few weeks.

She kissed a trail up his chest then his neck and over his
jaw until he turned his head to meet her mouth with his. He was still
breathless, caught up in whatever aftermath this ethereal force he referred to
as the
calling
left him in each time they had sex. She couldn't explain
it, but he seemed to be filled with some inner glow that made his chest swell
with pride, as if coming inside her made him more of a man — male, whatever.
She needed to get used to the idea that Micah was not a man. He was a male. Big
difference. A man was human. A male was…well, Micah. Vampire and distinctly
not
human.

She gazed up at his beautiful face. His eyes were closed,
and his shapely lips were slightly parted, the corners barely turned up in a
reverent smile that softened his features. When his eyes opened lazily, and he
found her gazing up at him, his smile widened to show off perfectly straight
teeth, as well as the tips of his fangs.

"You look drunk," she said, unable to hold back
her own awe-struck gaze. She hoped she never got used to how unbelievably
gorgeous he was.

"I am drunk." He nuzzled her neck. "Drunk on
you."

"I think that's the
calling
talking." She
giggled as he nibbled below her ear.

"And the
calling
is only responding to what
you've done to me. So see, it's all your fault."

Sam laughed and gave him a playful shove. "Cuff me,
officer. I'm guilty as charged."

Micah purred hard and deep at her words, his whole body
tensing sensuously.

Whoa! She hadn't expected that reaction from him so soon
after what they'd just done.

"What the hell was that?" She shot him a wide-eyed
look as he pulled back and looked down at her with hooded eyes.

"What you said. I liked it."

"Which part?"

He drew in a long breath, practically smoldering.
"About cuffing you."

It was her turn to arch an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

He nodded, purring again. "Oh, yeah." He licked
his lips and burned holes through her with his sexy stare.

This was new. When had Micah become so into bondage? Was
there something he wasn't telling her? Before she could ask, he was moving
inside her again.

Being that he had never withdrawn, it wasn't such a shock,
but the fact that he was ready again so soon was. Even with the
calling
thingamajig, Micah had never come at her again before he had even pulled out.

"Really?" She arched an eyebrow at him, feeling
her insides warm in response to him.

He growled, hastening. "You have no idea."

Oh my! His deep voice stirred something in the depths of her
belly.

He lifted her from the counter, and she locked her ankles
around the backs of his knees as he fucked her hard and fast standing up. Sam
had to hang on for dear life, strapping her arms around his shoulders and
grabbing hold of his long hair.

He shuddered and stumbled before spinning her around and
slamming her back against the pantry door. And he was coming again. Just that
fast.

Yeah, she needed to get to the bottom of why the idea of
putting her in handcuffs had just prompted the almost immediate eruption of his
personal Mount St. Helens. Why putting her into bondage was such a turn-on
could prove to be a useful bit of information if she ever needed to bribe him.

The idea alone made her grin.

"Oh, no you don't." Micah spoke against her
shoulder, breathing heavily, his voice ragged. "I will not have you using
bribery on me, woman."

She smacked him. "Get out of my head."

He chuffed and gasped for air as he pulled back. "Damn,
you're sexy."