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of the sensation. “No,” I moan.

He raises an eyebrow, beginning to pump in and out, hitting the sweet spot every time. “No?”

“I can’t come again,” I protest. “It’s too soon. Please…”

“You can and you will. Do you need another spanking?”

“No.” I arch into his hand, my head thrown back, my knees open wide to give him access. It’s already too much—I fear I’ll explode from the sensations he creates within me.

My hands wave wildly, one of them smacking him in the head.

“Hold your ass,” he tells me. “Squeeze it hard and remind yourself of the spanking you’ll get if you don’t come.”

I cup my cheeks, hot from the spanking.

“That’s it.” His fingers still work their terrible, wonderful magic. “Hold it up for me, Aurelia. Offer your pussy to me.”

I lift my pelvis in the air, arching even further, opening my most sensitive anatomy to his plunder.

“I want to see you come. I want to see your face this time.”

His words shatter me. That he wants to watch, cares so much about my release, sends me careening over the edge, my legs kicking out as my hips buck. Wetness gushes from me, and I realize I achieved the elusive female ejaculation.

“That’s it, love,” Charlie croons, slowing his strokes as my muscles clench and release over his fingers.

“Charlie,” I choke.

My head swims as if I had too much to drink and lost track of time although it’s probably no more than a few seconds. Charlie slips his fingers out of me and licks one. “You taste so good.”

“What are you doing to me?” I croak, lifting my head to look at his face.

“I don’t know.”

I realize, with a start, he’s being perfectly honest.

He lifts my belly up and plants a kiss on it, then cradles me in his arms, stroking my hair with a tenderness I haven’t seen from him before.

Wanting to reciprocate, I push myself off his lap to kneel at his feet, reaching one hand to cup the rock-hard bulge in his pants as the other tries to work the button on his jeans.

“Don’t.” He stills my hand.

I meet his eyes, surprised.

The affection is gone from his face, replaced by that superior mask. “You may never touch my cock without permission,” he dictates.

Oh for fork’s sake.

I sit back, annoyed. Okay, he wants to play dominant and submissive games with me. I roll my eyes but say, “Sir, may I please suck your cock?”

“No.” His expression closes. He stands and strides past me. “I’m going to take a shower,” he says. “You finish the salad.”

I stare at his empty place on the couch, reeling.

Ouch.

What the hell was that about?

Chapter 9

Charlie

The next evening, I watch, fascinated, as Aurelia stretches and grows a ball of light between her palms. It sometimes wobbles and flickers out, sometimes grows larger but loses its density. The little fairy has learned how to channel power. We’re sitting in the living room after eating the scallops and black rice I had waiting when she got home from work.

After the debacle of her asking to give me a blowjob, she was cool and aloof through dinner, as if my refusal hurt her feelings. I chewed on that fact the entire night, heading to Eclipse 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 Aurelia senses my thoughts—is she growing more clairsentient?—she looks up at me and demands, “Why wouldn’t you let me give you a blow job last night?”

I hurt her. I shouldn’t care. The fact that I do underlines the fact that this thing between us needs to stop. So I drive the nail in deeper. “Because you don’t have the skill yet to please me.”

Offense registers on her face right before she throws the ball of light in her hand at me, faster than even my vampire senses can follow. It strikes my cheek with a searing pain.

I jerk. It burns as if she tossed a ball of sunlight at me, frying my skin and sending my entire body into overdrive with the shock. My defensive instincts kick in at once, fangs slashing out, vision going dim and tunnel-like as I launch on her, tackling her to the floor, fangs poised to tear out her throat.

She screeches a blood-curdling scream, beating her fists against my face and head. I struggle to regain control,