. she wanted to devour Evan’s mouth, wanted to press her breasts against his chest, but she had to settle for staying still in his grasp, holding her captive to his desires as he registered her every reaction.
Niall set his hands alongside Evan’s. He’d removed his shirt, but she could feel the scratch of his open zipper on her buttocks, suggesting that, like Evan, he’d simply opened his jeans to ready himself for her. She was naked and vulnerable, underlining her full submission, her surrender to them.
She couldn’t remember ever feeling so much of her heart involved in a coupling with her Master or anyone he commanded to take her.
“You’ve done this before, muirnín?”
No. She’d never done it like this before. Never felt this way. But then she realized what Niall was asking. Anal penetration. He was making sure he wasn’t going to hurt her, determining how slow he needed to go. When the tears spilled out, Evan caught them with his mouth, cupping her face. She couldn’t help it, she rubbed her lips against his jaw, wherever she could reach, and then he turned his mouth to hers. She licked his fangs, cleaning off the blood, and then moaned as he sealed his mouth over hers, sweeping her away in the kiss.
She’s done it before, Niall. Just never like this. Join us, neshama. Close the circle.
Niall pressed a kiss to the tender bone at the top of her spine. She marshaled enough brain cells to push against him properly, to allow him to break through those muscles. But she had to fight with everything she had not to come, because the dual stimulation, this sudden claiming by both men, pushed her right over.
Once Niall was in balls deep, she was panting like a dog, trying not to move. Her only lifeline was the hold she had on Evan’s sides, the stuff of his shirt balled in her fingers. But Evan kept her still, stroked her hair off her neck, making it tumble over the arm Niall had secure around her waist.
“You will never forget that blocker again, Alanna. Not now, not ever.” The vampire’s gray eyes bored into hers.
“No.” She couldn’t manage anything more coherent than that. “No, Master.”
“I don’t care if we’re in the middle of a meeting of the whole damn Vampire Council, if it’s time for you to take it, you’ll tell me and it will be done, you understand?”
Niall drew back, and then thrust in, hard. Since he was a well-endowed male, the effect was immediate and intense, particularly when Evan exacerbated it by thrusting up higher inside her. She was filled, crazed with sensation and discomfort both. From Evan’s uncompromising expression, she knew he could make it worse, would make her climax in the midst of excruciating pain and devastating pleasure both.
“Yes, Master. I understand. I’m sorry.” She was spinning like a top in her own head. The anger and passion she’d sensed from Evan now came from Niall as well, in his punishing thrusts, the grip of his hands over the vampire’s. She’d assumed Evan’s anger was about the risk to which she’d exposed them by opening her mind to Stephen, or the inconvenience of her having such an episode in a public place, but his words and his actions told her differently. They were angry that she’d harmed herself. They were punishing her for being careless with her own well-being.
That perverse sense she’d had, that Evan’s punishment was binding her even closer to them, now made sense.
The thought was a quick, jumbled flash, too many distractions competing for her attention, the largest one being the climax threatening to crash over her. Evan changed his angle, rubbing his head inside her, making her gasp, and then pushed in deep once more.
“You don’t go until I say so.”
She cried out, as close to climax as she’d ever been as he began to pump himself into her, using her to sate his lust, commanding her to hold back. Niall was moving as well. Their complementary rhythm built into harder and harder thrusts, until she was crying and begging, but her discipline and their will held her on that knife edge, just short of the release she wanted more now than she’d ever wanted anything.
When Evan started to come, he pulled out, despite her involuntary cry of protest, the clench of her muscles on emptiness. He spurted some of it across her belly, the underside of her breasts. When he gathered the cream on his fingers,