Chapter 10 – Elliot
ELLIOT
Iwake up to the feeling of someone playing with my dick. My eyes fly open, and I stare into the bright purple eyes of the shade. Looking down, I see that my shaft is hard, my loincloth is pushed to the side, and her hand is sliding along my dick.
“What are you doing?” I ask, the words coming out choked and aroused.
“You kept poking me with it. You were moaning in your sleep and thrusting against my ass.”
My cheeks burn. “Sorry…”
Hell, what am I supposed to say? That there were only a few female gargoyles and none of them wanted a cripple like me? So I was a virgin who couldn’t keep his dick under control when sleeping next to a beautiful woman?
“It’s okay,” she whispers, then continues to stroke me.
“You’re still…playing with it,” I pant out.
“Don’t men need to get off in the morning?”
How the hell are her words turning me on this much? “What…makes you…think that?”
I should really make her stop, but the thing is, I’m fucking close. Too fucking close.
“My maid told me. She said men get hard in the morning because of the pressure of their arousal building in their dick, and that they need to have it relieved.”
I was going to kill this maid when I met her.
When I try to move my hands to cover my face, the chains prevent me from doing so. Instead, I try to tell her to stop. I try to say that men don’t need to be stroked off just because they’re hard. But I come instead.
A strangled sound leaves my lips, and my whole body jerks. She continues to stroke me long after I come, and I find myself lying on my back, breathing hard and trying to gain control of my body again.
So this is what it feels like to have a woman stroke me off? I always thought it couldn’t be too different from my own hand. Unfortunately, I now knew it was completely different.
My bed was going to be especially cold and lonely, if I ever got back home.
“Better?” she asks, her question coming out innocent as hell.
I glance at her. She’s even more beautiful in the morning light.
The sun’s rays cling to the purple woven through her hair, and her skin looks less green and more tan.
With her hair tangled around her face, I spot the tiny horns on top of her head.
And although it probably should be strange, I like them.
My gaze slides down to where her robe gapes, and I realize I have an almost full view of her perfect breasts.
“You’re hard again!” she exclaims, then starts to pump my dick once more.
I make a sound I’ve never heard, and curl my hand around hers. “You’ve got to stop.”
“Why?” She looks disappointed.
“Because I should’ve been a gentleman enough not to…poke you in my sleep. And you sure as hell don’t need to do this just because I’m aroused.”
“But I want to.” Her stunning purple eyes hold mine. “Like I said before, I find you attractive, and I want to explore the way I feel about you.”
“We’re enemies,” I say slowly, like she won’t understand.
In response, she leans closer and brushes her impossibly soft lips against mine. “If you say so.”
When she rises and washes her hands, then goes to get a wet cloth, I snatch it from her before she can start “cleaning” me again.
The last thing I need is for her to realize that for some reason everything she does turns me on.
When she takes the little towel, I adjust my loincloth to cover myself and sit up slowly.
In the morning light, reality is quickly setting in. As much as this room and this woman seem like some strange fantasy I’ve concocted, it’s not. I’m a prisoner in a vampire house, and I need to find a way to get out before I die. Or before my Brotherhood gets killed trying to save me.
The shade dresses, this time in a white shirt and jean shorts. She looks almost human as she weaves her hair back, carefully shaping the strands to hide her horns, which I make a note to ask her about later. When she puts on a pair of boots then glances at me, her eyes gentle and she smiles.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Out for a bit,” she tells me. “The vampires sleep most of the day, so that’s my time to explore.”
“Maybe I could go with you?”
Her smile falls away. “You’re their prisoner. If I let you go, they might not be happy with me.”
“So?” I push harder.
She shakes her head. “I like you, Elliot. But this is the only home I have, and I can’t lose it.”
I open my mouth to argue, and she’s gone.
Cursing myself for not handling things better, I lie back on the pillow on the floor and tug the blanket on top of myself, my chains rattling with each movement. Clearly, I’m not meant for missions and monsters.
I only hoped the others were doing better than I am.