Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,158

bench, especially when the Scot lifted her off her feet enough that she hooked her stilettos around his calves for further support.

The Mistress turned her attention back to the stage, but a feral smile curved her lips, showing her pleasure in the rhythmic vibration going through her seat as Niall mirrored Chloe’s pace, thrusting in slow, pulling out slow, making Alanna come apart.

At this angle, she realized Brendan had a brand on his lower back, a fleur de lis like her InhServ mark, with two decorative elements around it. The mark of a willing slave.

The air was so dense with lust, it didn’t surprise Alanna when the Mistress put her hand between her own legs, began to play with her pussy through the latex. She threaded her other arm beneath Alanna’s grip, so that Alanna’s exposed nipples were brushing her forearm, increasing the friction. That female–female contact galvanized Niall as well, and Alanna clutched the bench harder, biting back an involuntary grunt at the power he used to drive into her.

“Showing ye about like this brings out the animal in us, muirnín,” he muttered in her ear. “Evan wants me to take ye hard, remind ye and everyone else you’re ours. And so do I.”

So did she. Oh God, she did.

The Mistress was still masturbating, her fingertips sliding along the bench edge as if she was caressing flesh.

“Now, baby,” Chloe said. Brendan began to release, ropes of come spurting through Chloe’s fingers and over the platform. He groaned loudly, all the swimmer’s muscles flowing under her touch. Chloe had her face pressed into his back, but as she turned her cheek so it was pressed against his heart, Alanna could see she was whispering to him, words of utter devotion as she held herself against his flexing ass.

“Niall . . .” She was gasping herself. There were other similar interactions happening on the lawn, helping to cover the noise, but then the Mistress began to idly tug on the buckle beneath Alanna’s breasts, teasing her compressed cleavage with scarlet nails.

“Come quietly, muirnín.” Niall put his large hand up to Alanna’s mouth, and she sank her teeth into the two fingers he pushed against it like a bit gag. She shrieked, unable to control herself. The stimulus was overwhelming, Brendan coming before her eyes, the Mistress’s contact with her breasts, Niall and Evan’s not-so-casual decision to possess her in public to validate their claim. Most of all Niall, releasing in her spasming pussy.

He kept thrusting well after the major crash, so that she was still bleating against his hand, small aftershocks. She wanted nothing more than to go to her knees and clean him with her mouth, finish her duty.

“Nae right now, lass. We owe Mistress Regina a debt.”

As he eased her back to her feet and her mind steadied under the Mistress’s close regard, Alanna understood what he meant.

“Is your servant practiced at giving a woman pleasure?” the Mistress asked, looking past Alanna, treating Niall as her Master-by-proxy. “I thought you might sit with me while she licks my pussy.”

Niall pressed a kiss to Alanna’s sweaty neck, pulling his kilt down. “She’s not my servant, as ye well know, but Evan demands I be courteous to all ladies.” He gave Regina a wicked grin. “A hot poker in my eyes is the only thing that will keep me from looking, though, so I might still be in your debt when she’s done for you.”

The woman chuckled. “If I was Evan, I’d put your cock in a sharp-pronged chastity device to keep your mind where it should be, Niall.”

“What fun would that have been, just now? You’d have missed the chance to ogle it.”

Niall guided Alanna around the bench, fingers on her elbow to steady her wobbly knees. “Do as the lady desires, Alanna.”

She was still vibrating, could smell the woman’s desire strong and sharp. Going down on her knees in the grass exposed her bare backside to those whose attention turned to their activities. She could handle the physical demand; it was no different from much more strenuous things she’d done at vampire dinners. But wrapping her mind around what had just happened—her reaction to Chloe and Brendan, Niall’s claim spoken hotly into her ear, how she herself reacted to his touch, to the way he and Evan were—gave her a lot of emotions to manage.

As such, it was good to have Niall’s reassuring presence. He slid onto the bench next to Regina, stretching out a leg so Alanna could