Micah's Bride (All the King's Men Book 9)
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Hidden in his dark smile was a promise that he would eventually give her what she wanted. After she worked for it, of course. After she had strained her arousal into a desperate frenzy. Then he would claim her, when her senses were heightened to a fever pitch.
She was already volcanic, breathing hard, ready to detonate from the exertion that had sent her hormone-flooded libido into the stratosphere.
Giving up escape, she settled forcefully into the pillows and searched his dark gaze. “Touch me,” she said, panting hard. She needed Micah’s touch tonight in a way she’d never needed it before. She needed its reassurance. Its safety. It’s freedom. “Kiss me.”
His black eyebrows flinched downward as if he didn’t understand the direction her thoughts had taken, but he didn’t make her wait for what she’d asked for. His lips found hers with the fury of a male possessed. A male determined to take what legally belonged to him now.
She lifted her head from the pillow, strengthening their connection, her tongue dancing with his in a storm of mutual domination, breaking away only long enough to say, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
She needed him to be brutal. She needed to feel his force, his will, his strength. Only then could she be truly cleansed of the past, on this, the most important night of her life.
He released her hands long enough to shove her legs apart, then he plunged into her with a harsh grunt, all the way to his balls.
Yes! God, yes!
He gripped both her wrists inside one hand, held her down, and thrust into her hard and deep, to a severe rhythm bordering on ludicrous. His body bent like a bow as he ripped his mouth from hers and clamped down on her nipple, through her gown. He was so rough that one of his fangs ripped a hole in the lace, which he tore away with his teeth to reveal her bare breast.
Savage. Feral. He’d been stripped down to raw matter. Nothing remained of decorum, of etiquette. He was pure need. Pure lust. Pure unmitigated fervor and unadulterated desire.
And exactly what she needed.
Behind closed eyes, colored orbs danced and flashed. She dropped her head back, mouth open, gulping down vast draws of oxygen with every inhale and moaning like a banshee with every exhale. Lights flickered across her vision as the pleasure rose, unbidden, like an out-of-control train careening down the side of a mountain.
Before she could register what was happening, she forcibly climaxed, gritting her teeth and straining against the hold Micah had on her wrists. Still, he took her, relentlessly driving her to the edge of reason. Beyond reality. To the absolute limits of her senses.
Then something remarkable happened. Something that had never happened to her before. Her soul seemed to open, and she felt like she was falling, then floating, then simply suspended. Like she was inside a thick, warm cloud. Her past fell away, as did the shackles that had subdued her for years, since she met Steve.
At some level, she was aware of her body releasing again, of her voice saying yes over and over, of Micah plunging deep inside her as he came in a torrent of passion that layered her body like fiery blankets. But she wasn’t fully aware. Not so much that when Micah pushed up on his arms and said her name she heard him.
She was in a dream state, lost in subspace.
He hadn’t dominated her to get her there. Just been himself. His true self. Naked to his soul, authentic in his fearsomeness, as well as in his devotion.
Here, there was no past. No pain. Nothing to fear. Only joy. Only love.
Only her and Micah. Together. In love.
A united front against a common enemy: Steve.
And as she lay surrounded by Micah’s love, she knew what she had to do to finally be free of her past, once and for all.
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Micah brushed back his hair and stared down at Sam’s blissed, dazed eyes. He was still trying to catch his breath, his cock still twitching inside her.
“Sam?”
Her mind was nothing but a hazy fog, but he sensed that wherever her thoughts were, she was in euphoria.
Subspace.
He’d finally gotten her there, and he hadn’t even been trying.
In the past, he’d taken dozens of subs to subspace. He’d taken Trace there during their first session. But Sam wasn’t his sub. She liked to play, but he never got rough. Not with her. He spanked her, lightly flogged her, put her in bondage, but it was more fun and games than serious D/s action.
Never had she entered subspace. At least not like this. She was deep, so far inside her head he could barely see where she was or what she was thinking.
“Hey, baby . . .” He caressed her sweat-dampened hair off her forehead. “Sam . . .?”
She slowly blinked, her eyes drifting back into focus as the fog gently lifted from her thoughts. He caught a ghostly image just before it disappeared.
“He’s gone,” she said.
Steve. She was talking about Steve.
“I know.” That’s the image he’d seen. As she came out of subspace, she turned her back on him, and he disappeared.
“I’m free.”
“We both are.” He kissed her, long and slow, making love to her lips.
He still hungered for her, his body still hard inside hers. He’d fucked her, cleansing her, christening her to a new beginning that freed her from the past. And now that she was fully his, liberated from the last stubborn vestiges of Steve’s memory, he would make love to her, unencumbered by her old life.
He brought her to pleasure repeatedly, helped by her raging pregnancy hormones, and she gave him pleasure in kind. His desire for his bride—his lifemate—knew no bounds, and neither did her yearning for him. For hours, they lost themselves in each other, putting the mountain of pillows to good use until their bodies finally gave out.
She held him firmly against her, her breath panting in soft warm puffs against his neck and chest. Another orgasm faded within his body as he kissed her temple and pushed up onto his elbows, shifting her to lay beside him.
A chenille blanket rested over their legs in a twist of buttery warmth.
“You’re like a different person,” he murmured, caressing her face with the tips of his fingers.
She smiled and turned her face into his palm, kissing it. “I feel like a different person.”
He grinned affectionately. “Just as long as the Sam I fell in love with is still in there somewhere.”
“She is. She’s just a better version of herself now.”
“Why? Because she got married to the greatest dude ever to walk the earth?” He smirked and combed back her disheveled hair.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, wow. Such modesty.”
“Modesty’s my middle name, baby.”
She laughed. “Modest is not a word I would use to describe you, Micah.”
“How about sexy?”
“Duh.”
“Funny?”
“Sometimes, especially when you refer to yourself as modest.”
He snuggled closer and kissed the corner of her mouth. “How about husband?”
Her arms wound around his shoulders. “Definitely. Most definitely husband.”
Brushing back her hair again, he scanned the depths of her eyes. “Is that why you’re a better version of yourself? Because you’re my wife now?”
“That’s part of it.”
“What’s the other part?”
“You saw. You felt it. I know you did.”
She was referring to her mental dismissal of Steve. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I saw.”
She blinked up at him and shifted closer. “He’s gone.” It was the same thing she’d said in the moment. “He can’t hurt me now.” Her eyes sparkled, alive with hope. “I can’t even feel him anymore.”
“Good. I don’t want you to feel him. I only want you to feel me.” He bent forward until his lips met hers in a long, steady kiss.
“I definitely feel you,” she said when their lips parted.
“And I feel you.” He kissed her again, then pulled back, pul
led her left arm from around his back, and dropped his gaze to her joined engagement ring and wedding band as his thumb rubbed them. “Now we’re going to do this my way.” He brought her wedding band to his lips and kissed it.
“Your way?” She grinned tiredly and lay her head back down. “It seems we’ve done it every way to Sunday if you ask me.” She glanced around at the tousled pillows and the disheveled blankets strewn in every direction.
“I’m talking about mating vows,” he said, his tone serious.
“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip. “I see.”
He’d taken her vows, and now he wanted her to take his. Vampire to davala.
Taking mating vows did nothing to affect the way he felt about her, but he was leaving nothing to chance. They would be properly mated according to both their traditions.
He helped her sit up as he pulled his legs in and turned to face her.
“Repeat after me,” he said.
She nodded and nervously licked her lips.
“I love you, Micah Black.” He spoke quietly.
“I love you, Micah Black.” She waited for the next line.
“You are my lifemate, my lover, and my friend.”
She reverently repeated his words.
“Your life is my life, as mine is yours.”
Her eyes glistened as she said the line back to him.
“I will honor you forever.”
When she finished, a single tear trailed from her eye.
“My turn.”
“I love you, Samantha Black.” He emphasized her new last name, making her smile. “You are my lifemate”—he kissed her—”my lover”—another kiss—”and my friend. Your life is my life, as mine is yours.” He paused, kissed her wedding band again, then released her hand and brushed his fingers down her cheek to her chin. “I will honor you forever, until my dying day.” He stared deep into her eyes. “My heart only beats for you now, Sam. Only for you and our unborn children.”
Tears pooled on her eyelids as she nodded, unable to speak, and when she blinked, they spilled down her face.
Words weren’t needed to convey how she felt. He could see it in her thoughts. Theirs was a love to rival the greatest love stories throughout history. She had saved him from the tragedy of his past, and he had saved her from the pain of hers.
Now they were one in every way possible. She was his bride, his wife, his mate, and he was her husband, her lover, her protector.
The last ten days had brought a major shift into his life. One filled with exaltation and burden. She would help him shoulder the latter and celebrate the former. She took an equal share in all that happened to him now, as he did with her.
He was no longer a lone star in the night sky. He was a star among many. A star with a family. His father had returned to him. He had an uncle and a brother. He even had cousins.
And now he had a bride.
A bride who carried his twins.
A new age was dawning on earth. One filled with uncertainty and the threat of war, but also one signifying strength and solidarity.
And he was at the center of it all.
His enemies should be afraid. Very afraid. Because he had something to fight for now.
And fight he would.
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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