His Captive Mortal (A Vampire Romance)

His expression sobers. “It’s better if you don’t.”

I look up, seriously contemplating how life would be, mated to a vampire—the difficulties of his nocturnal restrictions, or of my mortality. ”Is it done much? A vampire with a mortal?”

“There’s another vampire in town who is married to a mortal about your age. They even have a baby—no one knows how. Probably artificial insemination. We could hang out with them and see how they do it.” He smiles down at me warmly.

The idea encourages me. “I guess we’ll...figure it all out?”

He kisses my forehead. “Yes, love. I don’t know how, exactly, but we’ve established the main points.”

“Which are?”

“You’re mine. And I’m not going to walk out on you.”

Tears fill her eyes in a rush.

“What?” Concern appears between his brows.

I shake my head, trying to duck my gaze.

He puts a finger under my chin and lifts it until I look at him again. “I have something for you,” he says softly. “I bought it for you when you were Anka. I kept it all these years, but I never knew why.” He smiles. “Now I do.”

He pulls a gold chain out of his pocket, from which dangle dozens of red gemstones.

“Garnet?”

“Rubies, love. They’re supposedly good for blood and circulation.”

I laugh. “Ah. This is really a gift for you. Kinda like the corset and stockings.”

He makes a twirling motion with his index finger.

I turn and lift my hair from my nape, waiting as he fastens the incredible necklace. “This must be worth a fortune.”

“I’ll buy you any and every stone or crystal you want. They each have special powers, or so Anka believed.” He kissed my neck in the place he’d bit it earlier.

The necklace buzzes on my neck, and I sense the truth of his statement. Excitement about continuing to develop my powers in partnership with Charlie makes my pulse quicken. “You’re really sticking around?”

“There’s no getting rid of me. You’d have to drive a stake through my heart.”

I giggle, sniffing. “I’ve tried that. I already know how that ends.”

He grips my ass and squeezes. “Want to try again?” he asks in a low seductive voice.

I laugh, my eyes still moist. “I love you, vampire.”

His face grows serious, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “I love you, little fairy.”

Epilogue

Aurelia

Of all the sights in the world, my favorite is Paris after dark. Well, second favorite. My first is the sight of Charlie lounging in our bed after a massive sex marathon. He’s naked and beautiful, his dark hair fanned over the crisp sheets. Everything about him is lazy and languid--except his gaze. I feel his eyes on my bare back as I step out onto our balcony for a breath of air.

I stand at the iron railing, drinking in the sight of the Eiffel Tower. It’s a good thing it’s night time. I’m hoping no one looks up and sees me because my vampire master’s in a mood. Apparently his motto is: when in Rome, do as the Romans. When in France, dress your fairy sub as a French maid.

I’m in sheer black stockings and garter, and a bustier dripping with frothy white lace. He even got me a feather duster, though he’s mostly used it on me. I had no idea how much torture it was to be tickled.

My outfit is a bit rumpled now, but he wouldn’t let me put on a robe. So when I lean on the balcony railing, it’s his fault he gets an eyeful of my bare rear.

“Full moon tonight,” I snark.

“Oh yes,” he purrs. A breath of wind caresses my face, and I know he’s blurred to my side. A second later, his hard cock rubs against my folds. I push my bottom back into his crotch and grind.

“Open your legs, Tinkerbell.” His foot pushes at my instep, making me widen my stance.

“Charlie,” I start to straighten, but I can’t back off the balcony—he’s in the way. “Let’s go back inside. People will see.”

“Only if they look up.” He puts a hand on my back and pushes me back down.

“You’re naked.”

“And you look perfect.” He reaches under my flimsy apron and fondles my folds. “Hush,” he says, when I whimper. “No more back talk. Or I’ll punish you right here.”

“You wouldn’t,” I whine.

“I would. Behave or I’ll spank you and fig you, and then I’ll fuck you.” His hand crashes on my rear cheek. I yelp.

“Shhh, someone will hear.” I bite my lip as he squeezes my bottom. “They’ll look up and see everything. But if you remain very, very quiet…” his fingers dance down to my labia again, finding my clit and circling it.

I stare out at the Eiffel Tower and try to keep my breathing under control. The view is beautiful, but I barely see it. Especially when Charlie stops playing, positions his cock at my pussy, and glides right in. My knuckles whiten as I brace myself on the railing and push back against his shallow thrusts, trying to get him to go deeper.