Moonlight Captivation [Moon Shadows Book 1] by Angela Castle Read Free Book Online

trick—you'll have to show me how to do that."
    A brown satchel hung from the stranger's left shoulder; his hazel eyes swept Slazzamar from head to toe.
    "You have the most amazing color hair I've ever seen, not quite white and not quite silver. And your eyes, wow—what color is that, lavender?"
    For the first time in his life, Slazzamar was dumbfounded by the stranger's words; never in his long life had he been complimented like this.
    "Who are you?” Slazzamar asked. More to the point, why wasn't this human afraid of his appearance? It wasn't as if he looked exactly human with his elfin features. His white hair, skin tinged pink, and pointed ears were a dead giveaway, but this human didn't seem to notice.
    "Darren Claymore at your service."
    The man smiled at him, making his cheeks dimple on either side. He stuck out his hand, but Slazzamar made no move to touch him, his body reacting with a sudden surge of lust for the human. Touching him would be a mistake.
    "I'm just on my way to visit a friend in the building across the street. Want to come with me?"
    Slazzamar shook his head. Darren shifted his bag, stepping in closer to him. He was about half an inch shorter than Slazzamar. Slazzamar got his height from his father, the demon. Most elves were no more than five and a half feet tall. He sniffed at the human male, liking his spicy, sandalwood scent.
    "Have you been to a Star Trek convention this evening?” Darren asked, his eyes fixed on Slazzamar's ears.
    Slazzamar hadn't a clue what Darren was rambling about. He jumped back as Darren reached out, trying to touch him.
    "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” Darren said, his brow furrowed, gazing at Slazzamar in concern. His hand fell by his side.
    This was another word Slazzamar was unfamiliar with—sorry. Slazzamar gazed at him in bemusement. He was confused and rather aroused by this man. Maybe this was some kind of trick, or test. The thought angered Slazzamar. He moved to grip Darren by the neck, shoving him roughly up against the wall, but not so hard as to hurt him, just enough to show his superior strength over the mortal and frighten him. “Have you come to test me, human?"
    "I've only just met you.” Darren's pupils dilated with desire, and his breath quickened, as well as his pulse. Darren curled his hand around Slazzamar's bicep, as if he enjoyed the show of strength.
    Slazzamar took note of his behavior. To this human, it was a turn-on to be pushed around. Darren's touch heated Slazzamar to the bone. His cock hardened further.
    "I don't know anything about tests.” Darren's voice was lower, huskier.
    "How do you know I won't tear you to pieces?"
    The man was looking directly into his eyes. He cleared his throat.
    "Even though I just met you and don't even know your name, I trust you not to hurt me."
    Darren was correct—he wouldn't harm this human. Slazzamar removed his hand from Darren's throat, but kept him caged in, his hands on either side of the man.
    "I am Slazzamar. I am not human. Does it not frighten you?"
    Darren shook his head. “You intrigue me. I've never seen anyone more beautiful in all my life. And if I have to believe you're not human, so be it."
    Slazzamar took a step back in stunned silence.
    Darren let out a slow breath, as if he needed to steady himself. “Look, I really need to see my friend, and if you want to wait out here, that's fine. After that, I was thinking we could go back to my place, get to know each other a little better."
    Slazzamar didn't miss the suggestiveness in his tone. He realized he desired Darren with a ferocity which frightened and confused him.
    "What do you say?"
    Darren moved away from the wall, stepping trustingly close to Slazzamar.
    He did want to get to know this human, but Slazzamar couldn't let the man go into the building, with the risk he would get harmed. Slazzamar cared about the possibility Darren could get hurt.
    "Where is your friend?"
    "On the second floor. Such a heartbreaker of a