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supply, and to be honest, he had wanted a
more permanent arrangement, not one where the sub only used him to
get off on the pain and degradation. Domming a vampire who wasn’t
his mate had begun to feel like blasphemy, and he eventually backed
away from the lifestyle on all fronts, especially after harming a
submissive during fireplay. Something he would much rather
forget.
    Then Sam came along. She rekindled his
desire to pull out the proverbial flogger, but even though she
could take a lot, she wasn’t a true submissive and never would be.
She was too strong willed. With her, he enjoyed playing—tying her
up, spanking her, even mindfucking her on occasion—but he liked her
more hands-on than he would ever allow a true sub to be.
    Enter Trace. The perfect solution.
    Not only did Trace want to be Micah’s
submissive, but he also needed Micah’s strong hand to keep his
mixed-blood superpower shit under control. The fact that Sam
approved and had hinted that she wouldn’t mind participating gave
him a mental hard-on.
    And didn’t that just make no sense
whatsoever. As a mated male, he should be furious at the idea of
Sam participating in a scene with him and Trace.
    In fact, he should be enraged that Trace
even watched him make love to Sam. But his and Sam’s relationship
with Trace seemed to balk at traditional vampire biomechanics.
Trace watched, and Micah got turned on.
    So did Sam.
    So did Trace.
    The three of them formed a bizarre love
triangle where voyeuristic and exhibitionist tendencies overruled
biology. Trace never touched Sam inappropriately, and she hadn’t
touched him since the incident at Mistress Diamond’s scene party
last February.
    But Micah had to be honest with himself. He
didn’t think he’d mind if they did touch each other. But that
wasn’t what their three-ways were about. Trace never did more than
watch, and Sam never did more than perform. And Micah got off on
all of it.
    “You’re excited about picking up Trace,” Sam
had said to him earlier. “I can tell.”
    He had responded by telling her he was excited. And nervous.
    “Why nervous?” she’d asked.
    “Because it’s been a while since I took on a
true sub, and despite society’s idea that all Doms are confident
control freaks who never doubt themselves, that’s not how it really
is. There’s a lot at stake here. A lot could go wrong.” What an
understatement.
    Vampires didn’t live by the same biological
rules that humans did. What if Micah got into his dungeon with
Trace and Sam, and then suddenly went all mated male batshit crazy
out of the blue. It hadn’t happened, yet, but that didn’t mean it
couldn’t or wouldn’t. Trace could touch her, or she could touch
him, and that could ignite a rage that would make human jealousy
look like two-year-olds playing in a sandbox. If he hurt Trace, he
would never forgive himself. If he hurt Sam, he would kill
himself.
    But mated-male rage was the least of his
worries. What if Trace’s mixed-blood powers backfired under the
intense working over Micah gave him? None of Trace’s previous Doms
had been able to do what Micah could, and they both knew it. He had
a power over Trace that no one else ever could. He could feel that
power every time Trace looked at him. Every time Trace lowered his
eyes and called him Master. But what if Trace’s powers boomeranged
under such a strong hand and tipped Trace into going mutant simply
from the overload.
    Anything was possible, and Micah had to take
great care and patience to explore Trace’s boundaries, especially
since he couldn’t see inside Trace’s mind. He couldn’t afford to
make any mistakes.
    Sam had ended the call by telling him she
and Trace both had faith in him, and that she would be waiting for
him afterward, ready to give him her body the way she knew he would
need after the scene with Trace ended.
    Damn, he loved that female. She always knew
what he needed, because one thing was for damn sure. After he took
care of