Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,235

thought of how her two Masters had met here, so many centuries ago. She served them, and they cared for her. The moment was everything she could want.

Sliding her other hand down, she touched her pussy again, stroked it, arousing herself further. Even without being marked by him, she knew just when it started to penetrate Niall’s senses, the scent of her honey competing with the blood. She slid a finger inside herself, and then made a little noise of surprise and pleasure as Niall shifted, putting his mouth over her knuckles, her wet folds, his tongue sliding in to join her finger, stroking it and her cunt at the same time, likely bringing the flavor of her blood to mingle with her arousal.

Use your coagulants, Niall. Glands under your tongue. You need to stop her bleeding before you turn yourself to other pleasures.

Evan had to repeat it twice, but then Niall shifted, doing just that. When he came back to her cunt, he caught her wrist, drew her fingers from herself, licked them clean. Rising on his knees above her, the sight of him, aroused, powerful, fangs revealed, made her stop breathing. He would be a formidable vampire for certain, as much a bear among smaller predators as he was as a human male.

Do not build him up too much, yekirati. As his sire, I still have to keep some type of leash on him.

Evan’s mind-voice was amused, however, and she couldn’t help smiling. Niall guided her hand to the ground over her head. Obeying, she stretched both arms out there, surrendering herself to them utterly. Evan stood behind Niall, who was on his knees, and now the vampire pulled the Scot’s shirt all the way off his arms. When Evan knelt behind him, he slid his arm across Niall’s chest to hold and stroke. The chest hair was still there, but she knew by the following dawn it would be gone. She’d miss it, so she’d enjoy it now, once more. As Niall bent to taste her, Evan slid his hands to his hips and then lower, reaching beneath the kilt. She knew he’d gripped Niall’s cock when she saw him working it against the fabric in front.

He’s as big as I’ve ever felt him, Alanna. He’s going to give you a rough ride.

Oh, she hoped so. When Niall moved up her body, her hips were already arching up, wanting to take him. Niall impatiently tore off the kilt, Evan helping, and then he sheathed himself in her, slamming home hard enough to tear her, but she would heal.

Want to mark her now.

She heard it in Evan’s mind, as well as Evan’s response.

Soon, neshama. But not now. There’s control you need to learn, to protect her mind, her soul. So you don’t delve too deeply.

But she knew how to be an empty vessel so well. She’d survived Stephen’s assault on her soul. Surely she could handle the passionate demand and love of her new vampire Master. She feared nothing from these two particular Masters. They could never delve too deeply, because her soul was all theirs.

Though she wouldn’t argue with Evan, she wanted it, too, wanted what Niall wanted. But her pleading eyes must have told him her desires, for Evan muttered a resigned curse.

Go easy. There needs to be a significant pause between each mark. If you can’t exercise that control, now isn’t the time.

Alanna arched her throat for the first bite, the geographical locator. Her body shuddered, clasping hard around Niall, overwhelmed by what, to a servant, was the most erotic act of all, the act by which a vampire bound her to him forever. It had been like that when Evan had given her the three marks, out in the gardens of the Savannah estate. Niall had held her against his body, the two of them taking her right afterward as Evan opened his mind and let all three sets of emotions intertwine. She knew it would be the same way now, even better, for now she truly would serve them both, in all ways.

The locator mark swirled through her blood, bringing no pain. On the contrary; it was as if each mark either man gave her enriched her blood, energized it, making it the best source of nourishment for her Masters.

In return, they offered her a flood of pleasure. Niall was thrusting, spending his time between marks in the most desirable way she could imagine. The tawny eyes had turned red of course, but