His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,7

to the kitchen. “Make me a snack.”

Seriously? What is this, the 1950s? And why am I so turned on?

Confusion makes me snappish. “Why don’t you make your own snack?”

He pulls me back down on his lap and tugs my head back by my hair. His fangs slash out, and there’s no humanity in his expression as he stares at my exposed neck. “Shall I?” he rasps.

I make an incoherent sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper.

He lowers his head until his hair brushes my face, and he touches his long fangs to my carotid artery. “Shall I choose my own snack, little fairy? Or will you make me something from your kitchen?” Underneath my butt, his dick is long and hard. I don’t know why I’m so aware of it, but I am.

“I’ll make it,” I choke out.

He releases my hair and helps me stand. “Such a gracious hostess. Thank you.” His British accent is the height of condescension.

I stagger towards my kitchen. “I didn’t think vampires ate food,” I say in a quavering voice, falling flat in an attempt to sound unaffected.

“We don’t have to,” he says. He follows me, hands in his pockets, and leans against the doorway in a sexy pose. “But we can. I certainly prefer blood.”

I shudder.

“Aurelia…” The lilting way he purrs my name is almost musical. “If you behave yourself and do what I ask, I won’t ever hurt you.”

Not reassuring. Like hurting me would be the norm for vampire behavior.

“You already spanked me,” I mutter.

“And you laughed. You liked it, and I didn’t even allow you to come afterward.”

I shut my mouth. I’m not going to dignify that with a response.

I open my fridge and glance inside. What does one feed an unwelcome vampire? Will he notice if I spike a snack with garlic?

My shelves are pretty bare. I’m too busy with school and work to cook much, even though I enjoy it when I have time.

A glance behind me shows me my vampire stalker has gone back into the living room.

“Master, what shall I cook thee?” I snark under my breath.

“Be careful, love,” he calls from the other room, making me jump. “I’ll punish you again, and I promise this time it won’t make you laugh.”

I stick my head back in the fridge. My bottom seems to tingle in response, the warmth traveling even lower, to my sex. What’s wrong with me? I know he’s super hot, for an evil vampire, but is the idea of being punished actually turning me on?

I close the refrigerator door and fish out a box of graham crackers from my cupboard, along with a jar of peanut butter and the bottle of chocolate syrup. Pulling out a plate, I arrange eight crackers on it then spread each one with peanut butter and drizzle chocolate over the top.

I carry the plate back to where the vampire now lounges like a king on my couch and hand it to him.

For the first time, he looks less assured. “What is this?”

“My version of s’mores.”

His lip curls.

“Just try one. They’re tasty.” I pick up a square and hold it to his perfect lips. My heart skips at my own bold gesture. “I promise I didn’t poison them with roasted garlic spread or anything.”

His mouth twitches in amusement, and he opens it a crack, as if only to let the tiniest bit of food in. Nibbling a corner, his eyes hood as he samples the treat. “Not bad.” He takes the cracker from my hand and accepts the plate. “I guess I won’t make you crawl around on your hands and knees and lick my hand.”

What the fork? I don’t know whether to laugh or kick him in the shin. “I beg your pardon?”

“My dear fairy, I have many ways of punishing you, and all of them involve your subjugation.”

I stifle a shiver, meeting his eyes with a narrowed gaze.

“In my day, women were taught to obey men.”

I cock my head to the side. He sounds so serious, but there’s a twinkle in his dark eyes. “Something tells me you’re full of shizzle.”

Another chuckle. “You are most amusing. If you would like to sit at my feet, I always enjoy subservience, but you are also welcome to sit beside me.”

Am I seriously verbally sparring with a vampire? “I don’t know if you’re kidding or not.”

“Come and find out,” he dares with that sexy smirk. And this time, it doesn’t scare me. I must be warming up to him or something