Rise of the Fallen (17 page)

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 rolled 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."

She quivered and groaned, lost in ecstasy. "I'm yours.
I belong to you, Micah."

"Your body is mine." He punctuated the command
with a demanding thrust of his hips.

"My body – Oh, God yes – my body is yours.
Please…"

"Please what?"

She took a ragged breath and groaned as her body tightened
beneath his. "Please, Micah."

"Good girl." He gave her everything he had then,
thrusting hard and fast, working her G-spot into a quivering rage of delirium.
And just before she tumbled into full-on orgasm, he bit her. He licked her
shoulder and sank his fangs in deep.

As the euphoria of his venom took hold, she screamed. Her
body spasmed and her muscles blew apart as she erupted in a series of violent
tremors.

"Yes, yes, yes, YES, God YES!" She collapsed
against the mattress as her body quaked ceaselessly.

Only then did Micah allow himself to release his own
pleasure. The taste of her blood, the feel of her body jerking under his, the
feel of her feminine canal vibrating and gulping like a throat against his
cock, and the knowledge that he alone had given her such tremendous pleasure
sent him over.

"UNGH!" Never had such a harsh release claimed
him, and his fangs sank in even deeper as he slammed his hips against the
curves of her ass. And once more he unloaded his offering and filled her,
layering his scent over and inside her body as her scent wafted around and sank
into his.

He didn't take much of her blood, and soon released her
shoulder before collapsing in a sweaty, well-spent heap over her back. Neither
could speak for some time, but he slid his arms up and over hers until their
hands met and their fingers wound together in two tightly bundled death grips.

When he could finally speak again, he nuzzled the back of
her neck and said softly, "I've never met anyone as amazing as you."

"Mmm, right back at you." She turned her head and
looked over her shoulder at him. "Promise me you'll do that again
later."

He smiled, all fangs and mischievous lust. "Oh, you can
count on it. I promise."

Finally, they crawled out of bed and brushed their teeth
together in the bathroom. Then he ushered her into the shower where he made
love to her again, her back slapping against the wall, her legs locked around
his hips, her fingers clasped around his neck.

Micah couldn't get enough of her and hated having to leave.

"I'll only be gone a few hours," he said, sitting
on the edge of the bed, bent over to secure his boot knife into the ankle of
his combat boots.

"Can I do anything while you're gone?"

He looked over his shoulder at her. She looked good in his
robe. "Think about me."

"Well, that goes without saying." She dipped her
head to the side as if to tell him he had stated the obvious.

Micah stood and pulled a black sweater over his head, then
tugged his hair out from the collar. Maybe he needed a cut after all.
"Just relax. Soak in the hot tub on the balcony. Watch TV. Order takeout.
Make yourself at home. Just don't go anywhere." He leveled her with a look
that warned her not to test him on that last point.

She crossed her index finger over the center of her chest.
"I promise."

"Okay, good."

He had already retrieved his knives from the floor and now
secured them to his hips. Taking out his Sig, he checked the cartridge and
slapped it back in place.

"A Sig? Really?" Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah, I saw your Beretta, female. Don't dis my
Sig. He's sensitive."

Sam laughed and the sound warmed him all the way to his
marrow. He holstered the Sig under his arm then leaned down and caressed her
face before handing her a cell phone.

"Here's my extra phone. You can use it until I get
yours back from Trace tonight. If anything happens, or if you need me, just
dial one and it will ring me."

She nodded as she took the phone and ran her thumb over the
number one then he kissed her once slowly, gently.

"I'll see you in a little while," he said then
kissed her again.

She took his hand and got up with him and followed him to
the front door.

"I'll be here," she said.

One last kiss goodbye and he left, looking back at her as
the elevator doors opened. "Lock the door."

She nodded then went back inside and closed the door.

The drive to AKM took less than fifteen minutes. Malek was
the first to cross paths with him.

"Hey, Trace is looking for you." Malek frowned,
wrinkling his nose suspiciously.

"I know." Micah marched past him, not even slowing
down.

He passed others from different teams as they prepped to go
out or brought back the first catches of the night then headed past dispatch,
the training center and the war room, further on past the data center where
they gathered Intel, all the way to the back hall where he came to the elevator
bay and hit the button for the third floor. That was where the dorms were for
the members of Tristan's team.

Trace's door opened within a couple seconds of Micah
knocking on it, as if the guy had been expecting him.

"Jesus!" Trace said. "Her scent is all over
you."

"Nice to see you, too," Micah barged past him and
into the small room. There was just a bed, a desk, a small table and a few
things that personalized the room. Trace obviously liked sports. Sports
Illustrated back issues littered his desk, and his small flat screen was set to
ESPN.

"Where's her bag?"

Trace brushed past him and opened his closet. He grabbed her
duffel and held it out to him. "She carries a nice piece."

"Huh?"

"Beretta. Impressive for a dancer."

Micah opened the bag and grinned wistfully as he pulled out
the gun and stared at it. He thought about how Sam had shocked the hell out of
him with the knife this morning and took what she wanted from his body, despite
her confusion over all he had told her. Most women got excited by him because
he was scary and brooding. Even for Jackson, that had been part of the charm
and excitement. But Sam had clearly not been afraid of him. She had actually
made
him
feel afraid, even if only for an instant.

"She's got courage," Micah said. He dropped the
gun back in the bag. "Thanks for going back for this." He lifted the
duffel between them.

"So now what?"

"You feel like hunting drecks?"

Trace scratched his chin and met his eyes, one corner of his
mouth curling deviously. "Hunt as in off the record?"

"Way off," Micah said.

"Hot damn! We're going to kill some drecks, aren't
we?"

Micah chuckled. He actually chuckled. "When did you get
so insubordinate, Trace? You're always kissing Tristan's ass and being his
errand boy."

"That's what I want you all to think."

"Oh." Micah drew the word out, narrowing his eyes.
"So, you're not such a good boy after all, are you? What else are you
hiding in there?"

Trace shrugged with a flippant bob of his head and grabbed
his coat. "You going to stand there and give me the sixth degree, or are
we going to go kill something?"

Micah gestured toward the door. "By all means, lead the
way."

The two headed out into the hall and back down the elevator,
then swiped their access cards over the magnetic reader at the back door and
slipped away before anyone could stop them.

* * *

Sam changed into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved Henley
tee after taking Micah's suggestion and soaking in the hot tub. His was the
only balcony on this side of the building, so it afforded her enough privacy to
truly relax.

So, this was how the rich lived? They could afford
apartments that took up half the floor at the top of a building with a
phenomenal view. As far as Sam could tell, Micah only had one neighbor on this
floor, and that door was at the opposite end of the hall with the elevator
splitting the distance. Would she ever be able to afford a place like this?
Doubtful, but she would be able to live comfortably, and that would be enough
as long as she was safe from Steve.

After finding something to watch on TV, she checked the
fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. She really didn't feel like cooking, and
she didn't want to mess up his kitchen. Sure, Micah had told her to make
herself at home, but it wasn't her home and she felt awkward just thinking
about poking around in his cabinets like she lived there.

She could order a pizza just as easily and save the mess.
After using his computer to look up the local pizza delivery place, she snagged
the phone from the kitchen counter and ordered two large pizzas—he would need
food when he got home, right?—an order of bread sticks, and a chef salad with
Italian dressing.

"Anything to drink with that?" the guy on the
other end of the line said.

"No, thank you."

"Total is $32.06. Delivery time is about forty
minutes."

"Okay, thanks."

"Oh, and please contact the security desk to let them
know to let us up."

Apparently they delivered here a lot. Sam would never have
thought of alerting security.

"Oh, that's right," she said. "Thank you for
reminding me. I'm new here and didn't even think of that."

"No problem. We get that all the time."

"I'll bet."

She hung up and looked around for the number to building
security but couldn't find it anywhere, not even when she dared to poke around
in the kitchen drawers and Micah's desk, feeling like a snoop the entire time.
Unable to find the number that way, she tried calling the generic number for
the building listed on the Internet, but that just looped her into voicemail
hell.

With a sigh, she checked the time after spending twenty
minutes searching. Maybe she should just call Micah and ask him, but being
unable to find a phone number was a lame excuse and she didn't want him to
think she was totally useless. Besides, he was probably out doing some of that
top-secret shit – killing drecks and blowing shit up. She grinned to herself
with a shake of her head as she thought about how preposterous she would have
thought all this was just a couple of days ago. Her, with a vampire. A vampire
who served up a major dose of kick-ass to evil shifters that prowled the city.