Micah's Calling

By Donya Lynne

Author’s Note: This is a novella supplement to the All the King’s Men series. It is highly advised that you read Rise of the Fallen before reading this novella. Reading book two of the series, Heart of the Warrior, would also be beneficial, but not absolutely necessary before reading Micah’s Calling.

With the threat of Apostle behind him and Samantha’s life finally out of danger, Micah’s mating phase, known as the calling, unfurls to full strength. Unable to resist the demands of his body and the hormonal heat that drive him to propagate the vampire race, Micah loses himself in the pleasure Sam gives him, yearning for her body to receive his seed to create new life. But after what Sam has been through – barely surviving Apostle’s venomous bite, and then Micah’s own venom to counter Apostle’s and make her immortal – Micah knows Sam’s body has suffered too much to accept a child so soon.

But the desire to nest and start a family isn’t the only thing Samantha has awakened in Micah. She has also stirred Micah’s long-dormant love of domination. With Sam, Micah finds himself longing to re-open his dungeon, and Sam wants to know more about this kinky world she has heard so much about but never tried. When Micah takes Sam to a scene party to introduce her to the BDSM lifestyle, their lives are turned upside-down when Micah is asked to assist in dominating a fellow dom's submissive, only to discover the submissive is his friend, Traceon.

Throughout her journey in this new world Micah has introduced her to, Sam begins to realize several hard truths about herself and what she wants. Will Micah allow her to explore her new interests? And will the new direction in his friendship with Traceon prove to be too much and break the bonds that have begun to tie them to one another?

Micah’s Calling is a story of devotion beyond the level of friendship that will light your imagination on fire.

Strong sexual content, voyeurism, exhibitionism, BDSM, knife play, mild ménage, and much more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donya Lynne
• Release date: Aug 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781938991004

Donya Lynne

Donya Lynne is the bestselling author of the award winning All the King's Men and Strong Karma Series and a member of Romance Writers of America. Making her home in a wooded suburb north of Indianapolis with her husband, Donya has lived in Indiana most of her life and knew at a young age she was destined to be a writer. She started writing poetry in grade school and won her first short story contest in fourth grade. In junior high, she began writing romantic stories for her friends, and by her sophomore year, she’d been dubbed Most Likely to Become a Romance Novelist. In 2012, she fulfilled her dream by publishing her first two novels and a novella. Her work has earned her two IPPYs, five eLit Awards, a USA Today Recommended Read, and numerous accolades, including two Smashwords bestsellers. When she’s not writing, she can be found cheering on the Indianapolis Colts or doing her cats’ bidding.

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Micah's Calling

All the King's Men

Book 3

Novella Supplement to Rise of the Fallen

Micah’s Calling©

All the King’s Men, book 3

Copyright 2012 Donya Lynne

Phoenix Press LLC

ISBN: 978-1-938991-00-4

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment and may not be resold or distributed without the author’s express consent. Contact the author at [e-mail].

References to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, persons, or locales, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Licensed material is being used for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted in the licensed material is a model.

Cover Art: Reese Dante www.reesedante.com

CONTENTS

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Did You Enjoy the Book?

Excerpt from Rebel Obsession

About the Author

Books by Donya Lynne

Connect with Donya Lynne

Dedication

To you. You helped me through my own dark time, and now I will help you through the rest of yours. You deserve happiness.

Acknowledgements

Once again, my first acknowledgement goes to my readers. Thank you for sharing Micah's journey with me. He and I were lost souls together at one time, and it was the readers who helped bring us both back as his story began to unfold on Facebook in the realm of roleplay.

Thanks once again to Laura, my editor, and to Reese, my cover artist. The two of you make my books better than I could make them by myself. Your hard work is much appreciated.

And to everyone else who has helped along the way, there are too many of you to list, but you have my gratitude, as well.

Much love to you all. Enjoy the book.

Preface

Dear Reader,

When I wrote Rise of the Fallen, I knew there was more of Micah’s story to tell, but it didn’t fit with the story presented in Rise of the Fallen. Rise was about Micah’s rise from his own inner hell and his victory over his self-created demons. For me to have ventured into what occurred after Rise’s conclusion would have come off as awkward, because what happened next was a completely separate story.

Working the rest of Micah’s and Sam’s story into subsequent novels in the series wasn’t an option, either, because doing so would have lessened the significance of what happened between them while intruding on other characters’ stories.

The only solution was to write a novella. This way, the relationship between Micah and Sam is given the importance it deserves, the rest of their story is told, the rest of the series is enhanced, and all the remaining stories can focus on their main characters without Micah intruding more than he already does (because Micah sticks his nose into everything, anyway).

For those who have read Rise of the Fallen (and I hope that’s all of you), this novella picks up about a week before the end of that book, and continues past the final scene. You will recognize one of the scenes early on in Micah’s Calling, since it appeared in Rise of the Fallen at the end of the book, but I have rewritten it here from opposing points of view.

I hope you enjoy this supplement to the AKM series.

Happy Reading!

Donya Lynne

CHAPTER ONE

Micah Black stepped out of the bathroom, toweling himself off from his shower, and looked at the lithe female sprawled on his bed. She was beautiful, with pristine, near-alabaster skin so fair she appeared to be made of porcelain. Except for the two red marks on her shoulder where he had bitten her and taken her blood—again—and the scar on her abdomen left over from her life before they’d met, she was the picture of unblemished perfection.

She was his. She belonged to him. Fate had deemed it so, and Micah took the responsibility of having a mate to heart. He would cherish this female, watch over her, tend to her needs, protect her, feed from her, and be utterly helpless to resist her if she needed him. That was the way of a mated male vampire.

Micah sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at Samantha—Sam—then brushed back her short tufts of blond hair. He liked her hair short. It showed off her slender neck and gave him an unobstructed path to her vein when he needed a fix.

Now that she had his blood in her system, she reproduced her own blood much faster than when she had been human, which meant he could drink from her more often. And that was a good thing, because during the past few days, he had regularly exercised that right.

But now, Sam needed rest. Micah had used her body thoroughly during the past several hours. And once she had slept, he would feed her so she kept up her strength. As harsh as the calling was on male vampires, it was just as harsh, if not worse, on their mates, who had no choice but to give themselves over to the calling’s demand. It was Micah’s responsibility to take care of Sam during this crucial period.

He slipped on a pair of flannel pants and quietly snicked the door closed behind him as he left the bedroom.

Micah watched TV for a while then went to the kitchen to prepare a light meal for them both. Raw vegetables, cheese, cold cuts, and a jar of green olives. Sam had told him she loved green olives. He piled the veggies on the counter then grabbed a cutting board and a Chef’s knife and got to work.

He might have been standing at the kitchen counter in his eighteenth-floor luxury apartment, cutting vegetables and cheese into bite-size pieces, but his thoughts were anything but culinary. He wore a secret smile as his mind traipsed along the memories of what he and Sam had been doing to each other in the four days since he brought her home from the AKM facility where he worked as an enforcer. With his calling finally unfurling to full strength, demanding he impart his highly fertile seed into her at regular intervals, he had become quite the expert on her body. And what a body it was, and not just because she was now a stronger, immortal version of what she had been before.

She was smooth and sleek, with supple muscles from long hours of dancing and working a stripper pole. And every time he touched her, she quivered ever-so-slightly, but enough to let him know that he excited her as much as she excited him. Her sultry voice was a song that needed to be made into a soundtrack that played inside his head on repeat so he could associate everything he did with her voice. Her taste and scent should be bottled as perfumed aphrodisiacs custom-made only for him. And the sight of her naked body was far too fetching and exquisite for even the Louvre to display.

But as much as he loved her physical affectations, it was her mind that excited him the most. From their first meeting three weeks ago, when he had awakened in her tiny studio apartment after nearly dying at the hands of that dreck, Apostle, Sam hadn’t let him intimidate her. She had taken tit-for-tat to the level of art with him, sassing him at every turn, and that was something no one had done to Micah for centuries.

Sam. His spunky, feisty mate. She was a marvel, and even now he didn’t feel worthy of her special beauty.

He was about to cut a carrot into spears when his twelve-inch Bowie knife shot around the front of him toward his throat as a warm body pressed against his back. Sam’s arm darted around his waist to hold him securely as the blade came to rest just over his Adam’s apple.

What are you thinking about in here all by yourself? Sam’s sexy voice danced provocatively to his ears.

Micah’s eyes flicked to the cutting board covered in carrots, sliced cucumber, and celery sticks. A grin curled the corners of his mouth.

You. A gentle purr pulsed in his chest.

You’re purring, so I guess you’re having good thoughts.

Male vampires purred when aroused. And her knife action had definitely aroused him. As if he needed any help in that department right now, with his calling driving his body relentlessly into hers.

Very good thoughts. He grinned as she pressed the knife more firmly against his throat. You trying to draw blood, love?

Her lips found his bare back and kissed a trail up his spine. Mmm, no. Just letting you know who’s boss.

Even with her new, immortal body, Micah could easily take her. But when it came to his heart, she was the boss. She ruled his heart as well as his soul. As her mate, he would do anything she asked. The biological lock she had on him would never allow him to defy her.

Feeling cocky, are you? Micah’s body quaked from her lips on his bare skin.

Absolutely. Her free hand skimmed his torso to the waist of his flannels and dipped down to wrap around his erection. Seems you are, too.

He groaned and stiffened as she gave him a gentle stroke. Yes, I’m very cocky.

She kept the Bowie knife at his throat and her tongue heated a slow trail up his spine.

Push your pants down for me. She sounded like a bossy little vixen, which itched Micah’s Dom side. He suddenly wanted to take her to his house in the suburbs, show her his dungeon, and show her exactly how bossy he could be when he wanted to play.

His enjoyment of BDSM had faded years ago, so he had stopped practicing. But now that he’d met her, he could feel himself wanting to don the Dom persona again. How would she look chained to his Titan spanking bench, her ass rosy from his hand or one of his riding crops? Or spread eagle on his wrought iron bed, legs open, wrists cuffed? Jesus! Just the thought made his dick throb.

The blade at his throat pushed in. Do I have to tell you twice?

Damn! She was good. He would definitely take her to his house. Tonight. But first, he did as he was told and pushed down his pants, freeing his erection.

Her nipples pressed firmly against his back as she pushed forward and got a good grip on the stiff column between his legs.

"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.

Yes, I know that part. Kiss-lick. How does it work?

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 of sex. Almost constantly."

A lot, hmm? Sam’s voice sounded lustfully drowsy, likely in response to the hormonal heat his body had begun to throw.

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. Then he slid his nose up her jaw and kissed her earlobe, making her shiver. 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 to 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 as his fingers curled around her breast.

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