Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,125

brought it to her mouth, she sucked on him, stared at his taut face with hungry eyes.

Then he thrust back inside her, making her scream at the pleasure of it. He kept fucking her until she was whimpering in distress, because even as he was ejaculating he was changing his angle and rhythm so that every time she was close to coming, he pulled her back from the edge. Niall came then, his hand flexing on her shoulder, pelvis slapping hard against her ass as he thrust, holding nothing back. Evan had her braced against his body, sandwiched between them.

No . . . please . . . She was throbbing, head to toe, so needy for a climax . . . for something. As good as her control was, she knew she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself. The two men had worked together to keep her balanced precariously on that cliff as they enjoyed their own release. It was terrifying evidence of their own control and self-discipline, the power they held over her.

When Niall pulled out, Evan lifted her off him, ignoring her soft pleas. He pushed her down to her knees. Clean your Master with your mouth, Alanna. No hands. Only your mouth touches me.

She was shaking so hard, even harder than she’d been in the store. Those tiny whimpers came from her while her pussy throbbed. Still she obeyed, her heart about to explode, swamped by a feeling that echoed what she’d experienced when listening to those romantic ballads. Something terrible was happening, and yet it was something she wanted as well. She was wild, out of control, cleaning him on pure instinct, licking and suckling the still hard flesh, tasting his seed, wanting to keep tasting him, touching him, staying in contact with him. She wanted to curl between his feet and stay there always.

He stopped her at last, taking a grip on her hair again. “I’m sorry, Master. Please let me know what I can do to earn your forgiveness.”

“Tell me what you want, Alanna.”

“You, inside of me, while I come. Niall, touching me . . . together. Close . . .”

She stopped, startled, her eyes snapping up to his. But Evan merely nodded and lifted her from the ground, bringing her back onto his lap once more. She thanked God for vampire virility, as he sank his hard cock back into her sensitive, tight tissues. Niall’s strong hands helped until she was fully, blissfully impaled on the vampire once again.

While Evan started a slow flex, thrust, retreat motion, sliding inside her in a way destined to rip her apart, Niall took a seat on the bench next to their Master. His brown eyes were intent on hers as he cupped her jaw. She was lost, Niall’s expert kissing ability taking her into another plane of existence while Evan kept her grounded, guided her movements. The men both held her around the waist, arms overlapping. Evan’s other hand steadied her hip while Niall’s cradled her face.

As she pleaded into Niall’s mouth, one of her hands was on Evan’s chest, gripping him, the other on Niall, holding on to them both, a triangle as she rose and fell. The pleasure was thundering toward her like the end of the world. An end she could embrace.

Evan broke her kiss with Niall then, turning his servant’s face toward him to capture his lips with his own. As he did, she reached up with one shaky hand, tracing their jaws, the way they dueled, lips wet, Evan’s tongue plunging in to tangle with Niall’s. Niall nipped at her fingers as she dipped into the joining point between them, then they were back to her again. Evan devouring her mouth, pushing his cock in deep once more while Niall started kissing her throat, licking the place Evan had bitten her, suckling her tender flesh. Evan was working her on him hard enough her breasts quivered with each downward impact. It made her nipples ache.

Come for me, Alanna.

She broke on the last syllable, her eyes wide and lips stretched like a wild animal’s, a flush running the length of her body. She ground herself down on Evan’s cock as their strong hands held her fast.

“Master . . . God . . . help . . . me . . .”

Evan went preternaturally still, watching her, absorbing all of it. Niall paused, lifting his head to do the same, both of them so close, their intent regard increasing the power of