His Captive Mortal

by Rose , Renee

  He dips his fingers into my dripping pussy and wipes them on my anus, working a digit into my hole before I realize what he means to do.

  I gasp, the sensation more pleasing than I think it should be.

  He lowers my torso. “On your forearms, love.”

  I assume the position and wait, a rivulet of sweat trickling down my breast.

  He removes his finger and brings the head of his cock to my back hole once more. The pressure stretches.

  * * *

  Charlie

  I reach a hand around and flick Aurelia’s clit. “Open for me.”

  Her surrender cracks the remaining armor I’d put up, my mistrust of her fading each time she gives herself to me. She kneels, her ass in the air for me, reddened by my hand, willing.

  I circle her clit and she relaxes, arching her beautiful ass toward me. I press my cock against her anus with more insistence.

  “Open, Aurelia,” I advise.

  She holds perfectly still, and I continue the pressure forward, easing into her hot, tight tunnel. I grip her hips and pull them back, impaling her ass with my cock, then easing back and repeating the slow movement.

  Aurelia moans, a noise somewhere between protest and encouragement.

  “Give me your wrist,” I command.

  She looks over her shoulder, confused as she reaches one wrist behind her, leaning on the three points of her shins and one forearm.

  I grip the wrist. “Now the other.”

  Her eyes widen as she realizes what I want. She has to rely on my hold on her captured wrist in order to lift her weight off the other arm. She leans into it tentatively, lifting her arm reaching it back with a look of slight panic. I hold both wrists in one hand, her torso suspended over the floor. If I let go, she’d fall on her face. With my other hand, I grip her hair and pull her head back.

  Aurelia mewls, but the scent of her arousal’s grown so strong it fills the room. She wants this as much as I need it. I pump in and out of her, fucking her ass, knowing this is the path back to all that’s good between us.

  I move slowly, taking care not to be too rough. Aurelia’s cries grow more insistent, and I pick up speed, sensing the surging of cum, and remembering I’m capable of orgasm.

  Thanks to her, my sweet fae mortal.

  I let myself go, pumping in and out, her tight channel hugging my pulsing cock until I lose control and shoot my load with a groan. “You may come,” I remember to say, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal and orgasms. I sit back on my heels and pull her to sit back on me, gently releasing her wrists and hair. I lift her off my cock, and she groans and collapses on me, her head falling back over my shoulder.

  After we catch our breath, I finally speak. “I don’t know what to think of all this, Aurelia,” I say, the weariness of my sleepless days sounding in my voice. “But I do know that you are mine. Nothing can change that fact.”

  Aurelia’s body begins to shake, and I tighten my arms around her, smelling the salt of tears. The depth of my response to her pain answers any remaining doubt I might have had about her or us. I couldn’t walk away from her no matter what challenge we faced—even having Anka between us.

  * * *

  Charlie

  Anka can’t hurt me again, even if she lives on through Aurelia. My little fairy loves me with a heart big enough to heal all wounds. My eyes burn as I kiss her, releasing my last reservations. I stand, lifting Aurelia to straddle my waist and carry her to the shower, where I turn on the water and step in.

  The droplets run over our heads, cleansing away burnt smell from the crisped vampires. Knowing Aurelia had the power to destroy me so easily and yet still surrendered, making me her master makes me ache with love. I pull off my shirt, soaked now, and toss it over the curtain rod. Running my hands across Aurelia’s shoulders, I worship the magnificent curves of her lithe body. I pick up the soap and run it over her skin, lathering circles around her breast, down the cleft of her ass.

  Control slips away, and I shove her up against the shower wall, pinning her there and forcing a knee between her thighs. “I need to be inside you, Aurelia,” I murmur in a dangerous voice. “Now that you’ve released me from the curse, I might need you ten times a day. Or more.”

  Her mouth opens, and she arches into my hands, water running in rivulets down her golden skin.

  I bend my knees to fit my cock to her cunt, sliding into her without needing to prepare the way. I tuck my palms behind her shoulders to cushion the shock, then begin to thrust hard, trapping her between my body at the tile wall. My fangs lengthen, and I long to strike again, but hold back, knowing I can’t drink from her every time I have my way.

  The wall seems too hard to slam her body against, so I wrap her in my arms, keeping close and using my muscles to protect her from the force of my passion.

  She lifts one leg and wraps it around my waist, changing the angle of her tunnel. I pound into her until she gasps, “May I—?”

  “Yes,” I choke, losing control and finding my own peak at the same moment she convulses against me.

  Chapter 14

  Aurelia

  Charlie traces us back to my place after our shower. When he sees the bruise appearing on my cheek from where the vampire smashed me against the wall, he hisses, baring his teeth. Pushing me to sit on the bed, he vanishes, and I start to curse before I hear him in my kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. He blurs back, holding an ice pack wrapped in a kitchen towel. I jerk my head back instinctively when he tries to touch the bruise, so he presses the ice in my hands. “You do it,” he says softly, still looking grim over it.

  He picks up the dresser he overturned and replaces it. “Sorry,” he mutters. He stands with his hands on his hips and looks around. “What are we going to do, Aurelia? A fairy doesn’t belong in a hole in the ground. You need to live in nature with room for a big garden, so you can do things fae do with plants.”

  I blink, surprised.

  “Let’s buy some land and build a house. With a basement for me and a light-filled ground floor for you.”

  I tremble, hardly believing how well he seemed to understand me and my desires. “Do you...how would we pay for it?”

  “I have lots of money,” he says dismissively.

  “What about my job? How will I get there?”

  He considers me. “I have a car you can drive. I won’t make you quit, but I think I’ll have another discussion with Edith to reduce your hours. Or perhaps I’ll get a job there too.”

  “What?” I laugh.

  “Yeah. Why not? I was good with that kid.”

  I giggle. “I can’t decide if you’re serious.”

  “I don’t know—why not? What else do I have to do? I might as well be of some use in this world.”

  I gape, hardly able to assimilate it all. “So...does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”

  He grins. “I am most definitely your boyfriend, along with your vampire, lover and master.” He moves closer and wraps his arms around me, sliding his hands down to cup my ass. “Do I get to meet your friends now?”

  I bite my lip. “I suppose I’ll never be able to tell them, will I?”

  His expression sobers. “It’s better if you don’t.”

  I look up, seriously contemplating how life would be, mated to a vampire—the difficulties of his nocturnal restrictions, or of my mortality. ”Is it done much? A vampire with a mortal?”

  “There’s another vampire in town who is married to a mortal about your age. They even have a baby—no one knows how. Probably artificial insemination. We could hang out with them and see how they do it.” He smiles down at me warmly.

  The idea encourages me. “I guess we’ll...figure it all out?”

  He kisses my forehead. “Yes, love. I don’t know how, exactly, but we’ve established the main points.”

  “Which are?”

  “You’re mine. And I’m not going to walk out on you.”

  Tears fill her eyes in a rush.

  “Wh
at?” Concern appears between his brows.

  I shake my head, trying to duck my gaze.

  He puts a finger under my chin and lifts it until I look at him again. “I have something for you,” he says softly. “I bought it for you when you were Anka. I kept it all these years, but I never knew why.” He smiles. “Now I do.”

  He pulls a gold chain out of his pocket, from which dangle dozens of red gemstones.

  “Garnet?”

  “Rubies, love. They’re supposedly good for blood and circulation.”

  I laugh. “Ah. This is really a gift for you. Kinda like the corset and stockings.”

  He makes a twirling motion with his index finger.

  I turn and lift my hair from my nape, waiting as he fastens the incredible necklace. “This must be worth a fortune.”

  “I’ll buy you any and every stone or crystal you want. They each have special powers, or so Anka believed.” He kissed my neck in the place he’d bit it earlier.

  The necklace buzzes on my neck, and I sense the truth of his statement. Excitement about continuing to develop my powers in partnership with Charlie makes my pulse quicken. “You’re really sticking around?”

  “There’s no getting rid of me. You’d have to drive a stake through my heart.”

  I giggle, sniffing. “I’ve tried that. I already know how that ends.”

  He grips my ass and squeezes. “Want to try again?” he asks in a low seductive voice.

  I laugh, my eyes still moist. “I love you, vampire.”

  His face grows serious, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “I love you, little fairy.”

  Epilogue

  Aurelia

  Of all the sights in the world, my favorite is Paris after dark. Well, second favorite. My first is the sight of Charlie lounging in our bed after a massive sex marathon. He’s naked and beautiful, his dark hair fanned over the crisp sheets. Everything about him is lazy and languid--except his gaze. I feel his eyes on my bare back as I step out onto our balcony for a breath of air.

  I stand at the iron railing, drinking in the sight of the Eiffel Tower. It’s a good thing it’s night time. I’m hoping no one looks up and sees me because my vampire master’s in a mood. Apparently his motto is: when in Rome, do as the Romans. When in France, dress your fairy sub as a French maid.

  I’m in sheer black stockings and garter, and a bustier dripping with frothy white lace. He even got me a feather duster, though he’s mostly used it on me. I had no idea how much torture it was to be tickled.

  My outfit is a bit rumpled now, but he wouldn’t let me put on a robe. So when I lean on the balcony railing, it’s his fault he gets an eyeful of my bare rear.

  “Full moon tonight,” I snark.

  “Oh yes,” he purrs. A breath of wind caresses my face, and I know he’s blurred to my side. A second later, his hard cock rubs against my folds. I push my bottom back into his crotch and grind.

  “Open your legs, Tinkerbell.” His foot pushes at my instep, making me widen my stance.

  “Charlie,” I start to straighten, but I can’t back off the balcony—he’s in the way. “Let’s go back inside. People will see.”

  “Only if they look up.” He puts a hand on my back and pushes me back down.

  “You’re naked.”

  “And you look perfect.” He reaches under my flimsy apron and fondles my folds. “Hush,” he says, when I whimper. “No more back talk. Or I’ll punish you right here.”

  “You wouldn’t,” I whine.

  “I would. Behave or I’ll spank you and fig you, and then I’ll fuck you.” His hand crashes on my rear cheek. I yelp.

  “Shhh, someone will hear.” I bite my lip as he squeezes my bottom. “They’ll look up and see everything. But if you remain very, very quiet…” his fingers dance down to my labia again, finding my clit and circling it.

  I stare out at the Eiffel Tower and try to keep my breathing under control. The view is beautiful, but I barely see it. Especially when Charlie stops playing, positions his cock at my pussy, and glides right in. My knuckles whiten as I brace myself on the railing and push back against his shallow thrusts, trying to get him to go deeper.

  He grabs a handful of my hair and jerks my head back. His cock rams me hard, driving me to tiptoes. He’s fucking me in full view of anyone in the alley below, and I don’t care anymore.

  “Say it,” he orders, tugging on my hair in time to his punishing thrusts. “Tell me who you belong to.”

  “You, master. I belong to you.” I’ll scream it if he wants. But he takes pity on me and accepts my whispered surrender.

  He tugs me up so I’m bowed back, my head back against his chest. He secures me with his arm like an iron band around my front. His hand grips my neck, drawing it back further to expose my pulse.

  “And I’m yours, Aurelia. Forever.” And as his fangs pierce my skin, my orgasm blows up inside me, a supernova of ecstasy.

  And in the distance, lights burst around the Eiffel Tower. Colors explode in the sky, bright as fireworks but lingering like the Northern Lights. A million tourists are fumbling for their cameras, and tomorrow news channels will consult scientists on the phenomena. But Charlie and I will know the truth.

  “Is that for me?” he asks, staring at the sky. Multicolored shadows flit across his face.

  I nod as much as I can with his hand locked on my chin.

  “Beautiful,” he says, but he’s looking at me.

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