Free Micah's Calling by Donya Lynne Page A

back-and-forth bantering.
    At halftime, she excused herself to clean up the kitchen and
put away the leftovers. She planned on sending a container of chili home with
Trace, so she pulled two bowls of Tupperware from the cabinet.
    Micah entered the kitchen a couple of minutes later and his
hooded gaze told her all she needed to know about where his mind was.
    "Hey you," she said as he stepped up behind her
and corralled her within his arms and pressed his hands against the counter on
either side of her.
    "Hi." He nudged against her backside, his
semi-erection caressing her ass.
    Sam leaned back against him. "Is your calling calling?"
    He nodded and bent down to kiss her neck. "It
definitely has my number."
    "It won't let you hang up, is that it?" She ran
her hands down his arms.
    "Nope. Damn fucker just keeps calling me back."
    She sucked her tongue so that it made a mock sympathetic
noise. "That's too bad. We have a whole second half to watch."
    He pushed his groin against her ass and groaned quietly.
"No halftime entertainment then?"
    From what he had told her, she knew if he didn't succumb to
his calling within a certain amount of time, he would have to endure
increasing discomfort until he did. "Only if you can't wait."
    He nuzzled her neck and nibbled. "I can wait. It will
make it that much better when I get to have you again."
    "Do I stand a chance?" She turned and looked into
his eyes, grinning.
    He shook his head. "None."
    In other words, as soon as he was able, he was going to be
on her and in her in every way imaginable.
    His lips meshed with hers and he pushed his erection against
her and around in a tight circle one last time before pulling back and grabbing
two more beers. With a quick adjustment between his legs, he flashed his sexy
smile and left the kitchen.
    "About time, asshole," Trace said.
    Sam peeked through the entrance to the kitchen to see Trace
reaching for a beer.
    "Sorry," Micah said. "I got
sidetracked."
    "Uh-huh. I know what's got you sidetracked."
    Sam smiled to herself as she listened to them trade jabs.
    "You take a mate and then let's see how much smack you
talk." Micah sat down as Sam shut off the light in the kitchen and re-joined
them on the sectional.
    "You know, I don't have to be here," Trace said
gently, his tone understanding.
    "Hey, Trace, I'm just kidding around. I didn't mean
anything by it." Micah leaned forward and playfully punched Trace's arm.
    "Yeah, Trace," Sam said. "It's okay. We want
you here." Something in Trace's expression made Sam think he looked sad.
Maybe it was the way his gaze danced down then back up affectionately.
    "No, that's not what I meant." Trace ran his
fingers around the label of his bottle of beer. "I just meant that I know
what's going on. I know you're in your calling, Micah." He paused.
"I was actually surprised you still wanted me to come over tonight. I figured
you two would want to be alone."
    Micah leaned back and put his arm around Sam, kicking his
feet up on the ottoman. "It's not so bad now, Trace. Just be thankful we
didn't have you over the first couple days. You might have gotten caught in the
crossfire."
    Sam was surprised at how normal it felt to be talking about
such a personal subject with Trace. Maybe it was because he was a vampire, too,
and to them, talking about what happened during a calling phase wasn't
such a big deal.
    "You know," Trace said, looking up at them.
"I envy you two."
    She leaned in toward Micah, feeling shy all of a sudden.
    "Why, bro?" Micah gave her his beer after taking a
sip.
    Trace shrugged. "Because you have each other." He
looked down at his beer. "I've always wanted a mate. What's it like?"
    Sam glanced up at Micah as he looked down at her, his eyes
reverent and full of adoration.
    "It's the best feeling in the world, Trace." He
took a deep breath as if he was breathing in her very soul as he held her gaze.
"She's more important than anything else. She's my breath, my heart, my
soul, my better half. I couldn't