Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,57

she’d done that earlier, she wouldn’t have come so quickly. She’d let herself get carried away by . . . by what? The close darkness of the room, the two men’s desires . . . her desires.

Apparently sixteen years of training and discipline, thirteen years of exercising it, could be weakened and erased by one traitorous act. Or she’d always had the weakness of character, and it had never been tested. Just like this test, she’d failed.

Niall reached down and grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand up to his stomach. He wanted her touching him, and her traitorous fingers curled into his flesh, seeking the heat and hardness of him.

Now there was enough room between them to see what she’d felt on the bed. He had a tattoo on one side of his chest, a large dragon whose head and shoulders covered his pectoral, the lower body and long, spiked tail curling over his rib cage. She traced the tail, the gleaming scales of the haunch, as she heard Evan’s breath rasp faster. Yearning and hungry, she saw the slick stalk of Evan’s cock exposed a few inches, then taken deep by Niall’s mouth again. Her gaze followed his working throat, back down to his chest.

A female dragon wound around his biceps, screaming back at the male dragon. As Niall serviced his Master, the flex of his body brought those dragons to life. She let her hand glide down his belly, toward the temptation of Niall’s stiff organ. She stopped short of touching it, however. His cock was the vampire’s personal property, and she wouldn’t go there without a direct command.

She curled her fingers against his lower abdomen, staring at the male dragon. As she’d detected with her fingertips, the design was marked with ridges where the ink had been set into the flesh with the aid of Evan’s blood. A third mark’s flesh healed all wounds without scarring, unless marked with his Master’s blood. Looking at the painstaking detail in the two tattoos, she wondered at how long it had taken, the pain involved. Had Evan himself done the work?

He works with paint, metal, clay . . . whatever medium strikes his fancy . . .

Evan came at last, exploding in his servant’s mouth, his groans of pleasure enough to make Alanna press one hand on her empty belly, her nails digging into Niall’s flesh. She turned her head, pressing her mouth to the side of Evan’s bare foot. Even if that was forbidden, she needed to be a part of their connection.

She also wanted to put her hand between her legs. Not to stimulate, but just to hold herself, a small comfort. Instead, she opened her eyes, watched Niall finish the aftermath, licking Evan clean. As he did, he gave the vampire a sharp nip, earning a box of his ears, a tug of his hair, though Niall glanced down at her in a perplexing sense of conspiracy, his brown eyes glinting. She hadn’t brought Evan to climax before her own pleasure. Niall had managed to retain such control, while balls deep and thrusting inside her.

Maybe it wasn’t her failure that made Evan push her away before completion. He’d let his servant fuck her, but Evan himself hadn’t. She was another vampire’s leavings. Unclean. The word came back to her, hated yet undeniable. She wanted to go back to her own bed. But her wants weren’t important, damn it all. Did she need to have that tattooed on her flesh? The sad irony was that she’d need Stephen’s blood to make it permanent. No, maybe not. She was more human than servant now, right? She could cut the words into her own flesh, the reminder that her wants were supposed to be the furthest thing from her mind.

Niall sat back on his heels. When he did, Evan knelt over her. Before she could guess his intent, he’d grasped her chin and pulled it up. Her heartbeat stuttered as she found herself locked in the grip of gray eyes as steely and determined as any Council vampire’s. “Alanna, what have you noticed about me since you’ve come here?”

He was angry at her. She deserved it. She had to make sure she responded appropriately. Honestly. The only way a servant could.

“You’re . . . different. From the other vampires I know. You’re . . .”

“How do I experience things?”

She scrambled for it, trying to think it through. “You don’t like to miss any details. You take time to absorb them.”

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