Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,106

up the vampire’s moods, but there was a different dynamic with Alanna in the mix. Harder to pin down. Of course, he was honest enough to admit that could have as much to do with where he was at this point as the vampire’s own state of mind.

He didn’t know what it all meant, but he only had the choice Evan had given him, to wait it out.

As always.

Since they’d been derailed by their argument, Alanna didn’t have the opportunity to sleep between the two males as Evan had intimated would happen. Her body was aching to be used after watching Evan take his servant right over her body, and letting Niall spend his seed on her flesh. If she closed her eyes, she could feel the heat of their lust wash over her again, the short gusts of Niall’s breath against her collarbone as Evan thrust into him.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, reconciling herself to taking a short nap alone, when Niall appeared in the doorway. He had a towel and was drying his hair, a reminder of her unthinkable transgression. Yet she would have done it again. She couldn’t bear them fighting about something as irrelevant as her situation, even if it brought punishment on her.

“If you’re nae too tired, we’re going to Asheville.” At her blank look, he added, “You’ll need something to wear to the wedding, aye? Evan and I keep things stored that can be shipped to us, but we have no reserves of women’s clothing.” He shot her a faint smile. “Evan’s never tried to dress me in women’s clothing, or had the urge himself, thank God. Him in a bra and heels is an image I wouldnae want burned in my brain.”

She blinked. “Are there cross-dressing vampires?”

“I met one in Amsterdam. When he shaved his legs and wore fishnets, he could compete with any starlet I’ve seen. Decent lad. His female servant was a professional wrestler. Six feet tall and the most bonny head of red hair you’d ever see. Damn near beat me in a caber toss.”

“Do I have time to get a shower?” She almost wished he’d say no, because she liked his scent on her skin. When his gaze slid down her throat, over the modest cleavage exposed by her cotton shirt, she knew he was thinking along the same lines. As a third-mark servant, he could smell himself on her even more vividly than she could.

“Aye,” he said. “Take off the clothes, muirnín. All of them.”

She swallowed at the heated command in his voice. Her body needed no awakening, but apparently his own had recovered quickly. Standing, she removed the shirt, let it fall. Unhooked the bra and watched his eyes flicker with lust over her bared breasts, the nipples already tight peaks under his gaze. When she toed off her shoes and removed the trousers and underwear, he was two steps closer. She held her breath as he closed the gap, brushing his fingers over her arm, her waist, her upper thigh, and then she caught hold of his arm for balance as he stroked her clit, her wet labia.

“You’re hurting for it, aren’t you, muirnín? Selfish bastards, we didnae do a thing for ye. Evan says for me to take care of that.”

It might be true or not, but she didn’t want the risk of asking Evan herself. She wanted to be touched, to be held and filled, hard, the way Evan had filled Niall. She was already trembling when Niall opened his trousers, releasing his cock, full and thick. Catching her around the waist, he lifted her onto him with effortless strength, standing in the middle of her bedroom, one hand palming her ass, the other snarled in her hair as he lowered her onto his erect cock, filling her inch by blissful inch. She was already spasming around him when he reached the hilt. As he lowered them both to the bed, him over her, she clasped her legs around his hips, not wanting to let go of him until this scalding need eased.

“There you are, lass. You’re such an eager wee thing.” He shoved himself deeper, and she made a soft cry that pleased him, for his eyes flamed hotter, and he did it again. “Hold on tae me now. I want to take ye to climax so fast you’ll feel ye stepped on a roller coaster.”

Fast or slow, she wanted this. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she buried