Fate decided it had different plans.
Meeting him was like that first kiss. A delicious energy sweeps through the muscles, makes the heart leap, brings to life a special kind of hunger where the mind isn’t a part of it. You wonder when you’ll next get to touch him that way again, and how quickly you can make it happen. But there were things that had to heal first. We had to get to know each other. We shared women during that time, but they were a buffer between us as well as a passing pleasure. Not kissing him, not claiming his body for my own, for all those years, was hellish.
Alanna nodded against Niall’s chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. She’d been stroking her hand across the muscles of his stomach for a while now, tracing that silken arrow of hair that pointed to the groin area. She felt it beneath his shirt. His arm tightened around her again, but this time the movement was more deliberate. When Niall put his other hand over hers, he slid it down, making her wet her lips as she covered a cock experiencing the hardness men carried out of dreams. He pushed against her, like a man stretching the rest of his body after a good nap.
“Aye, that’s nice,” he murmured. “Nothing like pressing against a pretty lass’s grip when waking. Though ’tis even nicer to press against her arse. Unless of course, she puts those fingers tae guid use.”
“I’ve a better idea.”
Evan was standing above them, with a glint in his gaze that suggested her two hours of “free time” were over. “Roll over, Niall. On your knees, over her.”
When Niall met his gaze, she anticipated conflict between the two. Hoping to head it off, she wriggled to give Niall room to obey, tugging on his arm, showing her desire that he follow Evan’s order and prop himself over her.
“Kiss her senseless, Niall. But stay on your hands and knees, your knuckles pressed into the ground on either side of her. Alanna, you can touch him however you desire.”
“Evan, what the hell—” Niall grunted as Evan leaned over him, stripped the belt out of his pants, reaching under him to open them. With the familiarity of long practice, he reached in, gripped Niall’s cock, making him groan. “You were having good dreams, neshama.” His other hand slipped into Niall’s side pocket, coming out with the lubricant oil most male servants, especially those serving male vampires, carried with them, knowing the carnal nature of their Masters.
“Alanna?”
Her view was incomparable, seeing the vampire take hold of the rigid cock at close range. But at Evan’s admonishment, she snapped out of her distraction to place her hands on Niall’s strong face. Bringing him down to her, she pressed her lips to his. She’d been studying his mouth for an hour, so deep pleasure thrummed through her as she kissed him deep, teasing his mouth. Triumph surged when he growled against her lips. He took over, pressing her back to the ground, his elbows bending so he could devour her lips, tangle with her tongue.
Kiss her senseless was what Evan had said. Niall surpassed the challenge. Even without him touching her body, it was lifting up toward him, nipples tingling, sex dampening, muscles quivering as he seduced and plundered, so every nerve ending was attuned to his demand, surrendering to it.
He jerked, a groan vibrating against her lips. His body rocked forward against her double-handed grip on his T-shirt, her fingers digging into his sides. Evan was kneeling behind him, and had yanked Niall’s trousers down out of his way.
She couldn’t see Evan’s cock, but when he thrust it into Niall’s ass, she felt it all the way to her womb, her need intensifying as he put his hands on the Scot’s hips and drove deep, making Niall groan again. Sharing the memory of their first meeting had obviously stirred their Master, giving him an urgent need.
The intensity in the two sets of gazes that met hers was enough to take her breath away. “Kiss him, Alanna,” Evan ordered.
She was trying, but Niall was so overwhelming, she was just along for the ride. She ran her hands up his solid biceps, clutching as he teased her lips, bit her, moved to her throat to bite as Evan rammed into him. Being this close to the two males fucking was as primitive and mysterious an experience as watching that mountain lion in the wood.
Finding the hem of Niall’s