His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,38
turned out, I was just a tool she used for her ambition. She lied to make me believe she loved me, that I was her only lover. But I had doubts. When I found out for certain—” I break off.
“What did you do?” Aurelia prompts.
“I took up residence with another madame. Just to hurt Anka, I suppose. To inflict the same sense of betrayal I experienced. When Anka found out, she threw the curse.”
“There’s a lot of darkness in that tale,” Aurelia says softly.
“Yeah. I never believed in the good witch vs. evil witch thing. To me, a witch is someone who harnesses nature’s power for her own intent, be it to heal or to curse. But now that I’ve met someone like you, whose magic is so different, I think perhaps she was just evil.”
“What about vampires?”
The corners of my mouth tug upwards in a bitter smile. “We’re all evil, love.”
“No,” Aurelia disagrees softly. “Not you. You might have loose morals, but you are not evil.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know.” She thrusts her chin forward. “No, I think you were right the first time. No one is either good or evil. We are all capable of both.”
I kiss the top of her head, hardly believing how much things had changed between us. “I’m sorry I almost killed your friend today,” I offer in an attempt to redeem myself.
She giggles. “I’m sorry he showed up. That was embarrassing.”
“I can assure you he will remember nothing about seeing you like that.”
“Oh I know. I meant I was embarrassed about you seeing the kind of loser I used to date.” My Tinkerbell peers up at me from under her lashes. “Were you, um, jealous?”
I roll her to her back, covering her body with my own stronger one. “Of course I was. Why do you think I wanted to kill him?”
“Does that mean...you like me?”
I rain kisses on her temple, her jaw, her neck. “Yes, little mortal,” I admit. “I like you.”
“Are you going to erase my memory and disappear after I figure out how to lift the curse?” Her tone is light, but she’s still and wide-eyed, waiting for my answer.
I chuckle. “I wasn’t planning on it. To be honest, I haven’t thought that far with my agenda. All I have so far is: A) torment Aurelia and B) torment Aurelia naked and C) torment Aurelia into getting rid of curse. That is the end of my list.”
She glowers at me, so I know she knows I’m joking. Or at least, half joking.
So much for redeeming myself.
“I’m open to a change of agenda. What do you have in mind?”
She blinks without answering. A silence stretches between us. She’s really thinking things through. Could she be considering any kind of future with me?
“Where do you sleep normally?” she asks finally, changing the subject.
“I have a place,” I say. First rule of Vampire Survival: don’t tell people where you spend your days. The lethargy makes us helpless.
It’s been a long time since I’ve trusted anyone enough to sleep beside them. Aurelia is an exception in all things.
“You have a place? Good gravy, Charlie, enough with the details.” Aurelia rolls her eyes.
I pinch her and she yelps. “Why do you want to know?”
She shrugs, her gaze down. “No reason.”
I want to probe, but her eyelids are heavy. She’s been through a lot tonight. And if she really is thinking about a future with me, well, it’s only a matter of time before she realizes a being like her doesn’t belong with someone like me.
I hitch her closer. “Go to sleep, darling.”
“What if I don’t want to sleep?” She pouts. Her lower lip juts out, puffy and delectable. My fangs sharpen to needlepoints. I want to feed so badly, I’m dizzy.
“Then I’ll think of something to tire you out,” I sit up and blur to my box of goodies. I move slowly enough my Tinkerbell can see where I go. I return to her side with the sexy corset and filmy stockings. The old fashioned lingerie triggers memories I’ve long let dormant. I push them away.
“Put them on,” I order in a silky tone and lounge back on the bed while my slave fairy does as I command. I have to help her hook the corset, but the result is stunning. The tight garment pushes up her breasts into firm mounds begging for a bite, and the naughty stockings and garters frame her pussy perfectly.
I drag her over my lap. Her wriggling caresses my cock,