Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,159

grip his thigh to steady herself. She positioned herself between the woman’s legs.

“I can order my boy to do whatever you desire to her exposed parts.” Mistress Regina nodded to a pretty, slender man in a submissive posture a few yards away. When he thought he could get away with it, he was casting her brooding looks. “He’s being punished for insolence, so he gets to watch his Mistress be pleasured rather than doing it himself. I’m certain he’d be able to give her a most enthusiastic whipping with the object of your choice.”

I’ll break him like the twig he is if he puts a finger on her. He’s looking a little too angry for my tastes.

That came from Niall, but Evan had let her hear it. Throughout their evening, Niall had purposefully steered her away from any interaction with males. Was that Evan’s desire or his own? Or both? Stephen hadn’t cared one way or another, but then Evan never fit the mold of what she expected.

Of course, she herself had unexpectedly tensed at the Mistress’s suggestion, that feeling easing when Niall stroked her hair.

“It’s not necessary.” He drew Regina’s attention to the marks on Alanna’s backside, gently sliding the toe of his large boot along the curve of her buttock. “Her Master already attended to her discipline today. Alanna, proceed at the Mistress’s order.”

She completed the task to Mistress Regina’s satisfaction, though the woman had formidable control and drew out the torment of her male servant until the young man was fair quivering with vitriol. When she finally came, her fingers locked on the back of Alanna’s neck, she left the imprint of her nails there, though she stopped short of drawing blood.

Once done with that, Niall took them strolling again. He must have realized she was a little drained, at least emotionally, so he set a relaxed pace, and made it clear they were just observing. Evan had been silent since letting her hear Niall’s thought, obviously now too deeply into his meeting to interact with them. She was starting to miss him quite keenly, seeing so many Masters and Mistresses interacting with their committed submissives. Though he didn’t say so, she had a feeling Niall shared her restiveness about it.

While some groups were still using equipment, others were merely socializing, sitting in chair groupings, sipping drinks refilled by the circulating staff. Others were in the indoor pool, whose windows and doors were thrown open to allow viewing of the naked, wet bodies.

She studied the Dominant and submissive pairings, guessing which ones were in more intense, permanent relationships versus those still in “dating” or play mode, perhaps together for this event only. Niall played along, confirming or denying, but she was warmed by his surprise at how many she guessed accurately.

About an hour later they ran into Chloe and Brendan again. Now they were both dressed, Brendan in a pair of faded jeans, Chloe on his lap, the couple sitting on a large blanket on the lawn. Chloe hadn’t changed her shirt, and it had an interesting, artistic stain pattern, transferred to the fabric from the oil on Brendan’s body. The couple was surrounded by a chatting group of friends, but when Chloe saw them, she waved them over, jumping to her feet. “Niall. I didn’t get to say hello to you earlier. The whole wedding thing and all.”

Alanna blinked as Chloe took two steps and leaped upon the Scot. He’d anticipated the reaction, adjusting as she wrapped legs and arms around him and squeezed. “Hey, what happened to the other dragon? You used to have two of them, here.” Chloe thumped his broad chest.

“Evan drew a few on me until he decided what he wanted—fighting dragons, mating dragons—but I told him I’d prefer not having beast pornography on my chest for the rest of my life.”

Chloe grinned. “I was so happy you were able to make it. Tyler was sure you guys would be in an Antarctic cave. It blew me away to find you were so close by. It was fate.”

“How could ye doubt it, little sprite?” Niall kissed her soundly on the mouth, then let her slip back to her feet. “Brendan, ye’ve walked right into a fairy ring with this one.”

Seizing Alanna’s hands, Chloe turned her toward her husband. “Brendan, this is Alanna. She belongs to Niall and Evan.”

Brendan might have gotten to his feet in courtesy, but Chloe flung herself back into his lap, so he caught her with one arm, grinning