His Captive Mortal (A Vampire Romance)

I didn’t have a traumatic childhood, but I was on my own, at least emotionally, for most of my life. My mom was a single parent who struggled with making ends meet, getting ahead in a crappy career and her own dating life, which wasn’t particularly rewarding. Me and my brother were latchkey kids, and I’ve been supporting myself since the day I graduated from high school.

I keep my eyes closed, wanting to stay in the lovely feeling. Memories of the night return with a jolt—the vampire and the spanking. And the kiss. Rather than throw me out of my pleasant mindset, they fill me with a delicious sexual awareness, my entire body tingling in memory of being handled. Though my logical mind screams danger, my body has no interest in caution where that very sexy male is concerned.

My body will take any punishment he has to give and want more.

I toss one leg over a pillow, undulating my pelvis to create friction against my mound. The cushion provides exactly what I need, fitting between my legs, hard and firm. I rub myself against it, drifting in the delicious place between sleep and awakening, heat burgeoning as the hard pillow rubbed over my clit—

Hard pillow? My eyes fly open, and I choke on a gasp.

Beside me lies the vampire, grinning sleepily and reaching to cup my ass, which lies sprawled over his thigh. I was grinding on him, my folds slick and plump, dripping wet.

I yank my leg off and roll away, leaping off the bed. “What the—”

“I’m going to sleep a while longer, but you are welcome to hump me all you want,” he says in a dream-thickened voice.

“What are you doing in my bed?” I demand, but his eyes already slipped closed again. Sprawled on my mattress with his shirt off, his masculine chest and arms are as cut as a Greek statue. He lies on top of the covers, and I still wear my pajamas—that’s a good thing. He didn’t have his way with me while I slept. Although... the thought tweaks my already aroused core.

What time is it? I peer at the clock and then gasp. Four in the afternoon?

“Fork! I overslept!” And that’s not all. It doesn’t feel like dusk because my windows are boarded over with plywood. “What the—?”

Well, of course, the vampire can’t be out in daylight, and he declared his intent to stick with me until I remove his curse. I rub a hand over my face. This is all too weird.

The vampire lies in my bed, sleeping like the dead. I guess, in a way, he is dead. Not that that keeps me from perving on him.

I pad out to the living room to see, not surprisingly, every window sports the same covering.

Darn him all to heck. This better not affect my rent deposit.

For a moment, I consider tearing some of it down, but my skin gets prickly. The idea repels me. Of course I won’t remove it—he would die. And while I tried to kill him last night, I don’t really want to end his life now.

He hasn’t bitten me. Or tried to drink my blood. He hadn’t hurt me, other than the spanking.

I eye him sleeping as I head toward the bathroom. How had I not noticed him climbing in bed with me? Or nailing boards to my windows? And what about those incredible dreams? I’ve never dreamt like that before. Does it have something to do with the proximity to him?

My stomach flips like it’s on a rollercoaster. Perhaps it does have something to do with the vampire. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.

I sneak into the bathroom and lock the door, pulling off my pj pants to finger my sex. And I clench my teeth to keep from groaning at the prod of my fingers. The sensitive pleats are engorged from my shameless masturbation on his leg. Fork me. I humped a vampire. How am I going to face him after that display?

It takes great willpower, but I withdraw my fingers and climb in the shower, keeping the water cool to clear my head. I need to wrap my mind around my current situation. I have a live-in vampire roommate who wants something I don’t know how to give him. Fantastic.

How the hell will I get myself out of this mess?

I step out of the shower and dry off, wishing I brought my change of clothes into the bathroom with me. Wrapping the towel under my armpits, I peek out of the door to make sure the vampire still sleeps. His eyes are still closed, long lashes fanning over his cheeks. He’s even more pretty than I remembered. Stop perving on the vampire!

I tiptoe out and snatch a pair of shorts and tank top, putting them on speed-dresser style, like I do at the department store when I’ve got ten items in a changing room and fourteen more in waiting.