Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,122

She barely got the words out, and when he stopped, she wasn’t aware of it immediately, holding the pose and ready to count out another.

“Stand up, Alanna.”

It wasn’t easy, but this time he didn’t snap at her. His voice was stern, but not angry. Her body was stiff, aching, and the edge of the bench had left furrows in her knees. Turning to face him, she kept her head bowed, her hair curtaining her face, teasing her breasts and stomach, her smooth mound.

Evan didn’t speak, just stared at her long moments. She kept her hands at her sides, waiting, wondering if she should kneel, but he’d said to stand. Her ass was still throbbing, and she knew there’d be bruising, blood vessels exploded under the skin. With Evan’s second mark, she would heal faster than a human, but she would still see and feel those marks tomorrow.

“When I am done with you,” he said, “you will go inside and sit in the straight chair at the living room desk. I want it turned around to face the room, so Niall and I can see you. You will keep your back straight, your ass pressed down fully on the seat, and your knees parted, ankles hooked around the legs. I want you to feel your punishment.”

“Yes, Master.” That ache in her throat made her words thick. Strands of her hair close to her face were damp from tears. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please let me make it right.

He muttered a curse. Plunging a hand in her hair, he yanked her head to the side, so her chin was pressed against her left shoulder. She cried out as he sank his fangs into her throat, a ruthless penetration where pain was obviously intended to be part of the experience. He had her waist in an iron grip, and she needed the support. As he drank deep, she had to grip his rigid biceps because the dizzying rush of blood made her knees buckle. While his long fingers spread out to press into her sore buttock, his other hand continued to grip the opposite side of her neck and her hair, holding her fast to him.

He was demanding, passionate about his feeding. His hand slid around her body, leaving her buttocks to push between her thighs. As he rubbed her in a knowledgeable way that had her arching up against him, it pressed her breasts into his chest. She was already wet, had become aroused while he punished her, because that was in her nature as well, so she made a grateful mewl as he sank his fingers into her, scissored against that slickness.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been lost in pleasure to the point of physical disorientation, but this had started on the emotional end and then incorporated the physical. Longing. The word stuck in her mind as he hiked her up his body and sat them both down on the picnic table, her straddling him as he continued to feed, now holding her backside with both hands, kneading her against his stiff cock beneath his jeans. He wasn’t gentle, mixing the pain with the desire, but that wasn’t why it was excruciating.

He controlled the pace, working her against him, even as her response built, and she wanted to rub against him more fiercely. He had his arms over hers, so she could only cling to his shirt along his rib cage, wish that she could get her arms around his shoulders. She still had her face pressed to one. Even after his hand had left her neck, she’d obeyed the indication that he wanted her to stay in that position.

Then he moved a hand back between her legs, furrowing in to find her wet folds and manipulate her clit with a demand that went along with the aggressive feeding. She thrust herself against his touch in a coital rhythm, no thought, just desire taking over. She hadn’t been able to spare a thought to what Niall had been doing during her punishment, but when Evan pushed her upper body back, her shoulders were caught in Niall’s sure hands.

Evan’s steel gaze was tinged in red, pure predator as his eyes coursed down her body. If she’d had any clothes on, she was sure he would have laid his hands on her shirt and simply ripped it, tearing the bra open beneath it so her breasts would spill into his waiting hands. Niall held her still as their Master leaned forward and