Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,101

serves a better purpose than my cock.” Tightening his hand in Niall’s long hair, he enjoyed the thickness of it. “You impressed me, Scot. Get your clothes, and we’ll get your cow.”

As he eased off, Niall slammed his elbow back into his face, knocking him to his back and straddling him. Evan could have put him back down, but he was curious. Niall was panting, staring down at him in confusion. Blinking through the agony ricocheting from the bridge of his nose, Evan let his gaze slide down the bellows of his chest, to the shaft jutting over his bare rib cage. “Wouldn’t mind a taste of that. Now that you’ve washed it off.”

A muscle flexed in Niall’s jaw. “I’m no whore.”

But Evan could easily make him one. That wasn’t his intent, however, so he pushed the shallow temptation aside. “No. But you’re interested in how my mouth would feel. Bring it closer.”

Niall swallowed, shook his head, stood and offered his hand. “Your mouth’s bleeding.”

He’d love to see Niall taste that blood, but he’d scrambled the poor chap’s brain enough. So he licked it off himself, suppressing another surge of desire when Niall couldn’t take his eyes off the movement. “I gave you the one shot, but if you take another, you’ll have the broken nose. I only tolerate so much.”

“You’re nae English.” Niall yanked his shirt over his head, rewrapped his plaid around waist and shoulder. Evan catalogued the graceful power for later replay and sketching as he retrieved his own shirt.

“Raised in Italy, with my great-grandparents coming from Spain. My home base now is in the Colonies. I have some property there. Since I’ve traveled most my life, most people assume I’m English when I talk. It seemed intelligent to cultivate the accent of the currently most powerful nation. You have a good ear. I’m impressed.”

“If that’s all I had to do to impress ye, we could have skipped the wrestling match.”

Evan lifted his head from the laces of his shirt, gave him a slow smile. Niall was braced on the bank with one knee bent to manage the incline, a hand on his belt. It was a solid, thick thing, quite capable of striping those taut buttocks. “Yes. But that would have deprived me of the pleasure of handling your cock.”

Niall shook his head. “I’m no sodomite.”

“Only for lack of opportunity.” He’d love to bind Niall over the edge of a bed and rut on that fine “arse” until the man came against his belly a dozen times, wrung out like a dishrag. He’d fight being fucked at first, but then he’d give himself to it with shameful pleasure. As Evan adjusted his erection, he was pleased to see Niall unable to look away. “But you like women too. As do I.”

“What’s a landowner from the Colonies doing here?”

Evan decided to let him change the subject. It wasn’t his main reason for following him, anyhow. Just a pleasant fantasy. “Painting.”

At Niall’s perplexed look, bordering on astonishment, Evan managed not to bare his fangs in a grin. Instead, he clapped him on a tense shoulder. “I need a scout.”

Not every man born into mean circumstances realized there was more and longed for it. Niall did, but his world had little room for such things. He’d pushed it down as something of no matter, knowing he’d live and die at that croft. But it would churn in his gut like a poison.

On those surreptitious nighttime visits, Evan had sometimes come inside, blending in the shadows as vampires could do. He’d seen Niall make love to his wife, taste her everywhere. They explored each other in the uninhibited way only sexual innocents could. Nothing was considered taboo, but even so, Evan sensed the Scot holding back with her. He had a savage hunger for a rougher, more demanding sexual desire. During their wrestling match, Niall had recognized a match for his true needs. He had enough sorrow and fury to take pain, respond to it with rage, and release it through passion.

As Evan let his hand linger on Niall’s shoulder, slide down his back, possessive desires dug into him like thorns. He wanted this one, and it had been a while since he’d wanted one for more than food.

However, vampires observed certain inviolate rules when it came to taking servants. This man wouldn’t abandon his family, and Evan would respect that, help him if he could. As for the rest, he’d channel the fantasy into his canvases and move on.

Unless

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