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was. He’d lost his first mate centuries ago and had barely lived to
tell the tale.
    He shoved his thoughts of the past aside.
“If I remember correctly, you told me when I gave you that ring
that I could call you Mrs. Black.”
    “Baby, a woman will say anything when a man
gives her that many diamonds.”
    “I’m no man. All male, baby. Right here.
Male.” He tapped the tip of his index finger against the center of
his chest. He loved teasing her over her constant use of the term
man instead of male. Human males were men . A vampire male
was a male . Nothing human or manly about him.
    She groaned good-naturedly then giggled.
“Yes, you are. All male. Down to your pinky finger.”
    “Don’t you forget it.” He could live off
these playful exchanges. “So, are you saying that you lied?”
    “Lied?” She considered it a moment. “What do
you mean?”
    “When you told me I could call you Mrs.
Black?” He tsked. “How quickly you forget.”
    “Oh, we’re back on that.” She sighed
endearingly. “No, I didn’t lie, but my ability to think rationally
was severely compromised at the time.”
    He kicked back in his chair. “I see.”
    For centuries, his life had been barely more
than a shadow, but then Sam had shown up and given purpose to his
soul again. She was his life’s blood. He was alive because of
her.
    Well, because of her and Trace.
    Trace was his best friend and
self-designated guardian angel. He had taken on the role of living
shield, caring enough for both of them to watch over Micah when he
hadn’t given a shit whether he lived or died.
    He loved Sam and Trace more than anything in
the world, but he loved them each in different ways. There was a
part of him that needed something Trace could give him that he
refused to take from Sam. The debasement that resided deep in his
soul desired a kind of control and submission even Sam, who was one
of the strongest females he had ever known, wasn’t able to provide.
That wasn’t the kind of play he engaged in with her, because it was
too demanding, too severe, too harrowing, rife with the potential
to scar her mind. Only a hardcore submissive could take that kind
of treatment.
    Trace.
    That wasn’t to say that Trace’s submission
was a requirement for Micah to have a full life. If Trace
hadn’t come along, Micah would have been perfectly content to live
the rest of his days as Sam’s mate without a thought to his BDSM
past and the extremes he’d gone to in his dungeon. His life would
have felt full. But in the way a caterpillar turns into a
butterfly, he couldn’t go back to the way he had been before
sampling a taste of the fulfillment Trace could provide. Trace had
given him wings again, and there was no going back from that.
    This was why he was like the kid with the
new bike on Christmas morning. Because the moment he took
possession of Trace, the scene would begin. Trace would need him
after two weeks in lockup. And, once more, Micah was ready to don
the Master hat to give Trace what he needed. His dungeon was
already set up in his basement. Ready and waiting for Trace to fall
to his knees in subservience and become Micah’s slave.
    He and Sam had talked about what would
happen once he got Trace home, so she knew the importance of what
was about to happen. Trace needed Micah in a way Micah hadn’t
allowed anyone to need him in a long time. For decades, he had
practiced BDSM as a Dom, and a damn good one. Other Doms wanted to
be him. Submissives had practically thrown themselves at him. The
leather lifestyle had provided an outlet for Micah’s tormented
side, but also for the long-repressed side of him that had
once—almost a thousand years ago—been a strong, trusted leader.
    After a while, though, it had become too
hard to reconcile himself to reality, and he grew disenchanted.
Being a Dom began to lose its luster. Submissives came and went,
and humans were too weak to take what he could dish. Vampire
submissives were in short