Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,163

servant. I couldn’t tolerate even that much of a human around me. But one trained from birth to serve is . . . intriguing. Taking you from your Master will teach him a needed lesson.”

When he closed his hand on her shoulder, his grip made her collarbone protest. He could break it, but he was giving her a direction, pressing her knees deeper into the ground. “You’ll suck me off with those pretty cultured lips while I feed from your wrist. Once your Master arrives, we’ll settle the issue. You might last a few hours in my service, but it will be memorable. A true test of your training.”

As he opened his trousers, she closed her eyes, keeping her head bowed. She told herself it was no different than Niall ordering her to go down on the Mistress earlier. She was trained to do whatever a vampire, or even his higher-ranking servant, told her to do.

Leaning forward, she moistened her lips to lubricate his entry. With a satisfied growl, he clamped down on her skull and shoved himself into the back of her throat. Even with her training, the abruptness took her by surprise. He smelled terrible, and she fought her gag reflex. Focus. Pushing past it, she used her tongue and lips, all her knowledge of giving oral pleasure, to settle him down, help him realize how much more enjoyable it would be if he worked with her.

Wrapping his hand around her wrist, he pulled it toward his mouth. She couldn’t worry about Evan and Niall right now. Evan would be talking Tyler and Brendan down, addressing the same primary concern she had, of a human bloodbath. Her best service to her Master was to put her mind in a state of silence, of open service, doing whatever was required.

You are not doing what your Master requires, Alanna.

She stilled, as did the vampire, sensing Evan’s approach. The male drew his fetid cock from her mouth, thankfully, but he didn’t move away, or drop her wrist. After he fastened his trousers, he stroked her hair, fingertips whispering down to the heavy beat of her neck pulse. Smelling metal, she identified razor tips under his nails, explaining their length. Cutting her throat would be easy.

“Alanna, come to me.”

The vampire tightened his hold. Blood trickled over her collarbone, a shallow cut, but the threat was clear. “You gave her to me to enjoy until you could deign to speak to me. She will take my dick, feed me. And then we’ll see if you have the balls to take her from me.”

“The blessing and curse of an InhServ is her anticipation of a Master’s needs.” Evan’s voice was reasonable. Controlled. Could the Trad hear what she heard beneath it? It reminded her of when she’d first seen Evan feed off Niall, the dangerous glint in his gaze proving he was as much a predator as any other vampire.

“Sometimes they anticipate . . . and offer, too much,” Evan continued. “She will be punished for it. Severely. My letters of sponsorship from Lord Uthe and the Lady Lyssa prove I have clear passage across this territory, with no requirement that I petition the overlord. If you take advantage of my servant, or cause me harm, you answer to them.”

“That may be so, but they care little what I do to your servant.”

“You will take nothing further from her without killing me, and then she’ll be dead as well.” She realized he was hedging his bets that the Trad couldn’t tell she wasn’t third-marked by Evan, not with the mixed stew of blocker, Stephen and Evan all in her blood. “You answer to the Council for the death of another vampire. Lord Uthe is not known for his tolerance. InhServs have a particular value to the Council as well.”

The vampire stared over her head. Alanna could feel Evan’s presence at her back, a deadly stillness. Niall was there as well. The charged testosterone was like ozone, a prelude to an explosion.

The vampire’s nails dug into her flesh, deeper this time. The artery started to bleed freely under his touch. “I can sense your strength, vampire. You are no match for me. Your other servant, though obviously far more of a warrior than his Master, will not stop me, either.”

“This isn’t a pissing match,” Evan said patiently. “I’m simply telling you how things are. You kill me, harm my servant—either of them—you will answer for it.”

“And that’s supposed to make me quake in fear?” the