Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,123

licked away the blood he’d allowed to drip down her collarbone onto her breast. His fingers were still scissoring inside her when his fangs sank into the ample curve. She cried out, her body shuddering from the overload of feeling, but then he pulled his fingers from her cunt.

“Please, Master . . .”

She’d never begged without it being commanded. But the loss of his touch, her heart so open, her soul so afraid, her mind whirling at this sensual assault, seemed to make it essential.

Niall’s arm banded across her shoulders as he moved closer, his body pressed up behind hers. As his hand slid over her hip bone, a noise broke from her throat, anticipating. She arched up violently, her breasts and jutting nipples on bold display for her Master as the Scot’s thick fingers thrust into her, his thumb working across her clit. Where Evan was relentless, breathtaking skill, Niall was strength and power, overwhelming. She was helpless in their hands.

A growl startled her, because it wasn’t human. Evan’s head lifted, and she followed his gaze to the edge of the clearing where a pair of wolves, attracted by the scent of blood, had appeared. Seeing humans, they were uncertain, but Evan made up their minds. Baring his fangs, he snarled at them with the clear message that they’d stumbled onto a much bigger, scarier predator. They were gone, their gray pelts melting into the brush.

Yes, Evan might be a less arrogant, less ego-driven vampire. But in that moment, she knew it didn’t make him one less bit savage predator than any other vampire.

As if nothing had disturbed his concentration, he returned his attention to her, a thrilling and terrifying thing. Cupping her breasts, he suckled the nipples, then bit down around one again, making her moan with the pain, but he wasn’t as ruthless this time, and it was mixed with all the other sensations. She was hurtling toward orgasm. “Master . . .”

Wait. Evan’s command was as daunting as his snarl at the wolves. But Niall’s fingers were diabolical, as if the servant was determined to make her break. She panted, she wailed, she shuddered, she fought it with all she had, until tears were coming from her eyes and her nails dug into Evan’s sides through the shirt. He watched her with those still vampire eyes even as his mouth teased and nipped, made her nipples aching and full. Leaning back from her, he opened his trousers, adjusting to free his cock, thick and ready, the flesh a pale marble in the dim light of the clearing.

As he straightened, Niall’s fingers pulled out, and he returned his grip to her arms. As Evan took hold of her hips, the Scot lifted her as well, the two men taking her up to mount the vampire’s erect cock. Evan pushed her down in a slow, indescribable descent, her body stretching to take him, even as it convulsed in that state of near climax. Niall’s fingers flexed on her upper arms, his mouth pressing against the tender flesh below her ear.

“Hold here,” Evan said, his voice remaining in that growl, fangs still showing. He pulled her hips in close, so that her throbbing clit was pressed to their joining point, his fingers tightening on her bare ass as she quivered. “Don’t you move.”

Niall had withdrawn, was doing something behind her, but she held her Master’s gaze as he coiled his hands in her thick hair, making her be still as he caressed her. She couldn’t help it, her internal muscles were making little clenches on his cock, and he gave her an admonishing look.

“Behave.”

“Trying, Master. Hard . . . not to move.”

He looked down her body, where another trickle of blood had crossed her navel. Now he dipped his fingers there, smearing the blood in a wide slash across her abdomen, then lower, over her bare mound, teasing her clit as she gasped and shuddered, continuing to hold his gaze, since that was what he seemed to desire.

It was what she wanted, too.

He wasn’t angry anymore. His order was driven by lust, the truth of it in his eyes, in the deep invasion of his cock. So she needed, had to say it.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m so sorry.”

“You should be.” He squeezed her ass, making her whimper. “Be quiet. Feel.”

He spread her buttocks as Niall’s well-lubricated fingers dipped into her rear entry, oiling her up for penetration. Her shuddering increased. Having the two of them inside her . .