Team: Alpha (Knights of Ares) (15 page)

“Every day of our lives,” he murmured brushing a kiss to her lips. Cupping her ass, he squeezed her closer to him and then eased his hold. “Come on darling, we should go and rescue Gareth from Honey or maybe it’s the other way around,” he shrugged. “And I’m starving to boot. Someone gave me a workout and now I need food.”

Giggling Daisy nodded, “I think it’s likely Gareth that we need to rescue instead if Honey. That child will have him cornered and making her all sorts of promises. He won’t even realize that he’s making them until you boys are driving back to your home and then he will be like – ‘ah hell’.”

“Considering what he’s already promised her, he can’t afford much more,” Mik said taking her hand as they started out of the park. “And, you can ask him or her what all he’s promised. I only know of bits and pieces, but considering his muttering that weekend we had her, he may need to get about eight jobs.”

“I will talk to Honey and make sure that she knows that he can’t give her the entire world on a platter. It’s not good for her, or his wallet.” She didn’t want her daughter to associate her fathers with an open wallet, ever.

“Good,” he nodded pulling her in under his arm as he wrapped her up close. “I don’t mind getting her things now and again. Hell, I got her a gift while we were gone,” he murmured against her hair as they moved slowly. “Wonder if Gareth dug it out yet for her.”

“Well let’s hope that he hasn’t because it’s your gift to give to Honey, not his.” Daisy smiled and added, “And if he did, I can guarantee you that Honey is giving him hell for pulling it out and trying to give it to her when it’s your gift to give.”

“If she knows it’s mine. Gareth is sneaky when he wants to be. Most don’t see it because he’s just so,” Mikhail made a gagging sound, “happy.” Shaking his head he sighed, “It’s disgusting really just how cheerful he can be. I swear he does it to piss me off.”

Daisy laughed, “Yeah, this is very true. He does have that very happy, happy go-go look about him, and that’s a wonderful thing actually. I really think that it’s a very good thing that he’s like that because he balances us out, don’t you think?”

“You seem rather happy yourself,” he told her quietly. “I’m the odd man out here D., but even with the both of you I’m not entirely sure you could totally balance it out.” Lifting her hand he pressed a kiss to her fingers, “Be interesting to see if you can manage it.”

“I’m not always really very happy Mik.” Daisy told him honestly and moved along with him. “And as long as you are open; as long as I am open then I think that we will be very good together. I happen to love the hope of a future with you.”

“When are you not happy D?” he asked curiosity in his voice. “I can’t recall a time I haven’t seen you smiling, humming or just looking pleased with the world. And you can’t tell me that having Honey in your life doesn’t add to your happiness.”

“Oh it does, it really does, but there are times that I can’t help but be sad. There are times that I’m sad or not feeling like I want to be happy. I just,” She shrugged, “there are times that I’m grumpy or sad. It just simply is what it is.”

Hugging her closer to him, Mik brushed a kiss to her temple, “If I could ensure that you were forever happy and without any burdens I would babe. You know that right?” he asked quietly. Sighing at her small nod he brushed his lips down her cheek and nipped at the corner of her mouth.

“I know that you would Mikhail, and that’s just another thing that I love about you.” Leaning into him she wrapped her arm around him and held him close. Closing her eyes, she trusted him to keep her safe and keep her from harm.

Stroking her hair Mikhail tucked her in closer as they walked along. Reaching the house he looked up at it as they stepped onto the porch and inside. “It’s awfully quiet in here D,” he commented. “Think she’s got him hogtied somewhere yet?”

She heard the giggle then and shook her head. “She has him in her room. They are watching Lion King,” Daisy explained. “Honey loves that movie. She loves to sing along with it too, and is actually a really good singer.” Her Honey had an amazing voice, she just really hoped it didn’t change too much when she went through puberty.

“Well as long as they are entertained we have time to kill. Though, I am starving so maybe we should just order in instead of going out,” he suggested shrugging out of his jacket. Hanging it up, he stretched his arms over his head and groaned as his back cracked.

“We can do that. Chinese or pizza?” Daisy asked as she grabbed the menus. “If we do Chinese we have to get extra spring rolls for Honey, she can eat those things like nobody’s business. She loves those things.”

“Then do Chinese,” he said softly. “Just make sure it’s a place that truly doesn’t use MSG will you. That crap gives me a migraine faster than I can pull a trigger. I’d much rather have a night with my cock buried inside of you than my head under a pillow.”

Daisy shivered, “That’s what I want too. Don’t worry; I only use the place without MSG because believe it or not, Honey gets serious migraines if she has MSG in her food.” She admitted. “I swear that child is a bit of both of you. I know it’s not possible, but she really is.”

“It’s a nice thought D but you know it’s impossible,” he said quietly. Pressing a kiss to her lips he lifted his head. “Go and order. I need to hit the head and then I’ll take a look to ensure Gareth is watching the movie of his own free will. If he’s not, I intend to take photos, a lot of photos,” he smiled.

“Especially if she is full form.” She saw his questioning look and grinned, “When we watch it she makes me wear a princess tiara, and she wears one as well. She says that you can’t watch the Lion King without being a part of royalty.” She teased.

“Oh God this is just too good to be true,” Mikhail said pressing a hand to his chest. “Now I can’t wait to see what they are up to,” he chuckled. Toeing off his runners he winked, “I won’t be long,” he promised before dashing up the steps on light feet and missing every creak there was.

Daisy snickered and began to look over the menu. Unsure of what the men would want, she just ordered what she and Honey typically got and quadrupled it. She had just hung up when Mikhail came back down with a shit eating grin on his face and snickered, “Tiara and all?”

“Oh hell yeah,” he snickered pulling up the one photo. “Fucking tiara, boa, gloves and a cup of tea in hand as he perches on a little chair,” he said turning his phone so she could see the image. “I already emailed a couple off to the others.”

“Oh hell.” Daisy laughed and shook her head, “But you know what?” She asked with a grin, “You would do it too. You and I both know that if that child looked up at you and asked if you would have princess tea with her you totally would.”

“Tea maybe, but that get up? Not in my lifetime,” he said shaking his head. “I have limits even with Honey, D. I don’t care what expression she gets plastered on her face, she is not ever talking me into dressing up like that or anything similar.”

Daisy just smiled and shook her head. She didn’t say it, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that Mikhail would totally do just as Gareth was doing right now. “I ordered a lot of everything. I hope that you boys will like it.”

“I’m not picky about food,” he said with a shrug. “As long as there is plenty and hasn’t got anything in it designed to kill me in under a year; I’m good with it.” Tugging her into his arms, Mik slid a hand under her shirt to her ribs, his thumb rubbing at the curve of her breast.

Daisy leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Food will be here in twenty minutes.” She told him softly. “I think that since Gareth has Honey all occupied we should totally go into the living room, turn off the lights and neck for a little bit.” She would never get enough of this man, ever.

“We can totally do that,” he agreed softly letting his hand slide down to her waist. “Legs around me,” he ordered a second before he lifted her up. Cupping her ass he began to move towards the living room. Looking around, he chose the spot and hit the lights off before moving over there.

When he sat down Daisy leaned into him, her lips against the side of his neck and nibbled. “I want your shirt off.” She whispered. “I want to touch you, taste you. I really want to feel as much of you as I can please.”

Leaning into her he reached over his head and, grabbing the back of the t-shirt, hauled it up and over his head. Dropping it over the arm of the chair he leaned back again, “I am at your mercy D,” he said quietly. “Do your worst or best depending on your mood.”

“Thank Goodness.” She said with a smile and began to nibble, kiss and love on his body. She tasted every single part of him. She nibbled, licked and suckled on his body as she did so. She sucked the side of his neck and smiled. “Do you mind if I mark you honey?”

“You know I don’t mind in the least,” he said softly. Keeping his hands on the arms of the large chair he tipped his head back. “Do your worst to me Daisy, but know that anything that shows will be fair game if the lads spot it.”

She shrugged, “I honestly don’t care. I really and truly don’t care who sees what I do to you; just as I don’t care who sees what you do to me.” She gave him the invitation if he would just listen to her. Smirking she asked, “Are you catching what I’m throwing?”

Staring down at her as he licked his lips, “Better spell it out for me D. I don’t want to make any more mistakes with you, so just tell me.” Holding his breath he watched her closely, not blinking as he held tightly onto the chair arms.

“Mark me. Give as good as you get honey. I want to wear your markings. I feel as if I need to wear them. Please? I want everyone to know that I’m totally and completely taken, no ifs ands or buts about it.”

“If you’re sure, alright,” he nodded. Lifting a hand, he caught her around the neck and yanked her in close to kiss her hard. Biting her lips he tugged and growled at her, “But you should be careful what you wish for sweetheart.”

“I know that you will always only take care of me. No matter what I know, you will forever ensure that I’m happy and cared for.” Daisy knew that without a shadow of a doubt. “I want you to mark me. I need you to mark me and I’m damn well going to mark you as well.”

Licking his lips he nodded, “Mark me however you want to D,” he whispered. “Mark me hard and make it good,” he told her. Sliding his hand around her throat he let it drift down between her breasts. Turning his hand he squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple through the material of her shirt and bra.

She shivered and leaned her head down. Bending at the crook of his neck, Daisy sucked the skin there and then bit it lightly. “So good.” She moaned. “Love it so much.” She said with a grin and nibbled his neck and tried marking him.

“Bite me Daisy, don’t just toy with me,” he growled. Smacking her ass hard he lifted a brow when she jolted up to look at him. “Like this,” he said proceeding to demonstrate. Leaning into her he set his mouth on her neck and sucked hard. For long minutes he kept up the suction and then sank his teeth to her skin pressing down before releasing her with a nifty little mark on her flesh.

Daisy had to bite her lips, coming from just him giving her a hickey. “Oh God.” She moaned and leaned closer to him. “That felt fucking incredible.” She moaned with a very soft whisper. She did however employ his technique and marked him as he had marked her.

Jolting, he ground his jean covered cock into her jean covered pussy and growled. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed out quietly. “Harder, more,” he demanded of her as he continued to rub his heavy erection against her.

She rubbed hard against him; she sucked hard on him and marked him. When she pulled back she grinned, “There, you got a mark for now babe.” It would go away but she would totally remark him happily time and again.

“Give me another,” he told her pointing to his chest, “Right here, with teeth,” he said watching her from heavily hooded eyes. “And then I’ll put one on you in a corresponding spot,” he smiled, “I think your breast would look good with a love bite on it. A little throbbing rubbing in your bra as you sit at the table for dinner.”

“Hell yeah.” She moaned. “I think that sounds like a damn good idea.” She whispered and licked her lips. Leaning down she moved her hand to cup his cock through his jeans, squeezing and moving her hand up and down on his shaft while she began to mark his chest, biting him hard as she did so.