His Captive Mortal by Renee Rose Page A

opening her most sensitive anatomy to his plunder.
    “I want to see you come. I want to see your face this time.”
    His words made her shatter. That he wanted to watch, cared so much about her release, sent her careening over the edge, her legs kicking out as her hips bucked. Wetness gushed from her and she realized she’d achieved the elusive female ejaculation.
    “That’s it, love,” Charlie crooned, slowing his strokes as her muscles clenched and released over his fingers.
    “Charlie,” she choked.
    Her head swam as if she’d had too much to drink and she lost track of time, although it was probably no more than a few seconds. Charlie slipped his fingers out of her and licked one. “You taste so good,” he said.
    “What are you doing to me?” she asked hoarsely, lifting her head to look at his face.
    “I don’t know.”
    She realized, with a start, he was being perfectly honest.
    He lifted her belly up and planted a kiss on it, then cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair with a tenderness she hadn’t seen from him before.
    Wanting to reciprocate, she pushed herself off his lap to kneel at his feet, reaching one hand to cup the rock-hard bulge in his pants as the other tried to work the button on his jeans.
    “Don’t,” he said, stilling her hand. “You may never touch my cock without permission.”
    She sat back, annoyed. Okay, he wanted to play dominant and submissive games with her. She rolled her eyes, but said, “Sir, may I please suck your cock?”
    “No,” he said, his expression closing as he stood. He turned off the oven and pulled out the steaks and potatoes. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said, striding past her. “You finish the salad.”
    She sat on her heels, rejected, staring after him.
    What the hell was that about?

Chapter Five
     
     
    Charlie watched, fascinated, as Sasha stretched and grew a ball of light between her palms.  It sometimes wobbled and flickered out, sometimes grew larger, but lost its density. The little fairy had learned how to channel power. They were sitting in the living room after eating the scallops and black rice he’d had waiting when she got home from work.
    After the debacle of her asking to give him a blowjob, she had been cool and aloof through dinner, as if his refusal had hurt her feelings. He’d chewed on that fact the entire night, heading to The Black Cat after she went to bed at midnight.
    Why would she object to receiving, but not giving? Wouldn’t that be most women’s dream? It certainly would have been Anka’s preference. But he probably shouldn’t judge women by Anka. She beat even vampires on self-centeredness.
    As if Sasha sensed his thoughts (was she growing more clairsentient?) she looked up at him, and demanded, “Why wouldn’t you let me suck your cock last night?”
    He grinned. “Because you don’t have the skill yet to please me.”
    She threw the ball of light in her hand at him and it traveled faster than even his vampire senses could follow, striking his cheek with a searing pain.
    He jerked. It burned as if she had tossed a ball of sunlight at him, frying his skin and sending his entire body into overdrive with the shock. His defensive instincts kicked in at once, his fangs slashing out, his vision going dim and tunnel-like as he leaped on her, tackling her to the floor, his fangs poised to tear out her throat.
    She screeched a blood-curdling scream, beating her fists against his face and head. Some part of him must have remained rational, because he did not bite, just hovered above her as the scream went on and on. Eventually, the blackness in his vision lifted and the animal in him receded until he became fully aware of his surroundings.
    He relaxed and smiled down at the terrified mortal, her fear calming him. He had her entire body covered with his and as he became aware of the feel of her soft curves and the sensations her struggles beneath him caused, his cock grew hard. He ground it against her.