His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,32

to resist the overwhelming urge to sink my teeth in her flesh and drink her dry. I hover above her as the scream goes on and on. Eventually, the blackness in my vision lifts, and the animal in me recedes until I become aware of my surroundings.

I force myself to relax and smile lazily down at my angry mortal, as if I’d been in control the entire time. The scent of her rage makes my skin prickle. She’s pissed at me.

I’m covering her entire body with mine. I become aware of her soft curves writhing beneath me, and my cock grows hard. I rock into the cradle of her legs, grinding up against her clit. “Ah, here we are again, little fairy.”

“Get off of me,” she snaps, still fighting. I sense her heart pounding beneath my still one. Emotion is an aphrodisiac to vampires, and now that I’m back in control, the smell of her anger stirs my desire even more.

I catch her fists still trying to pummel me and pinion her wrists above her head. “You’re in for some serious punishment now, Aurelia. You must never use magic against me,” I chide.

This time I see it coming, but still can’t dodge it. The ball of light appears out of nowhere and flies directly into my mouth.

I choke and recoil in pain, the hot light burning the inside of my throat. I scramble up to my knees and cough until the ball comes out. Dragging in a ragged breath, I cough again and blood splatters the floor from my seared throat. Anger barrels through me—a rage fueled by hundreds of years of sexual frustration wrought by Anka. But Aurelia doesn’t even know what she’s doing.

I draw a long breath to calm my ire and retract my fangs.

Aurelia stares at the blood on the floor with a look of horror, covering her mouth with her hand. “I-I…”

Poor little mortal. She has no idea how powerful she is. Which doesn’t mean I won’t punish her for her transgression.

And I will certainly enjoy every moment of it.

I turn to her, grasping her shirt at the collar and renting it in half. She shrieks and stares at me, eyes wide, a mixture of trepidation and arousal in her scent.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, her words tumbling out on top of the other.

I slice her bra with a fang and haul her to her feet.

She covers her breasts with one forearm, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “What are you doing?” she repeats, her voice no more than a whisper now.

I unbutton her shorts. “Punishing you,” I say, voice raspy from the damage in my throat. I expect her to fight when I yank off her shorts and panties, but she stands still, looking shocked.

“I really hurt you, didn’t I?” she whispers.

I don’t answer, but when I take off my belt, she begins to back quickly away, throwing up her bubble of protection, even as she babbles, “Okay, just calm down.”

“It’s for your wrists,” I explain. “Remove your bubble and hold them out for me.”

She stands still, staring at me with her wide eyes. Her gaze traveled to my cheekbone, where the first ball of light struck. I must have an angry mark by now, perhaps even blisters.

The bubble flickers and dissolves. My little mortal has a conscience. Far more than I could ever say for Anka.

“Thank you. Now hold out your wrists.”

She looks at me uncertainly.

I wait. It’ll be up to her to surrender.

She gulps and holds out her hands. Her gaze drops in submission.

My cock hardens. My captive fae is naked and at my mercy. After looping the belt around her wrists, I tug her to the doorway of her bedroom. I toss the end of my belt over the top of the door, pulling on it until she lifts up on her toes, then shut the door to trap the belt so she can't pull her wrists down.

“You are on clothing restriction until you can show more respect,” I inform her.

She twists around, leaning her weight on the belt in an attempt to pull it free.

“Take it easy there, or you’ll hurt yourself,” I order. I dig into the box with the leather flogger and pull it out.

She eyes it nervously, twisting her backside away from me as I advance.

I’d tested this flogger out on my own thigh once. It delivers a surface sting without imparting much damage.

“Turn around,” I command .

Her jaw tightens, and she doesn’t move right away. Very