Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,177

darkness. The rumble of the RV moving over the highway was now matched by the sounds of heavier traffic. Because of yesterday’s events, they had to move during daylight, so Niall had shut all the window coverings. There was a small anteroom between the driver’s area and the living quarters to prevent any sunlight.

She heard Evan shift off the sleeper across from her. Grunt in pain.

“Master?”

“Moving to the floor,” he muttered. “Cooler.”

Before they started on their trip, she’d helped Niall unroll a cool mat, filled with chilled water that plugged into the electrical, and slid it under the camper sleeper. The rough sound of canvas scraping the floor, the slosh of water, Evan’s thud as he flopped down on it, told her he was making use of it.

In pitch black, she had very little vision, but she knew the layout of the RV. Even artificial light would be too much for him right now. Finding the kitchenette, she created an ice pack out of a wet cloth and ice and brought it back to him. Going by sense and light touches, she stepped around his feet, knelt and lay down on her side, propping herself on her elbow.

He’d stripped off his shirt, so she put the ice pack there first, sliding it over his hot skin.

“It’s always an aggravation, traveling during daylight.” The strain in his voice concerned her, though his irritable tone helped ease it. Somewhat. “No matter how well protected I am, nothing less than underground results in this. It’s like when I had fevers as a child, enhanced ten times.” His hand found hers, glided up her forearm. “That feels good. Keep doing that.”

She shifted so she was closer, but didn’t touch his skin with hers, not wanting to add to his heat. It emanated off him like steam. “Master?”

“I’m fine, Alanna. I’ve done this before. My fucked-up anatomy may think I’m a hundred, but I’m not going to act like a fledgling, always going underground before daylight.”

“Do vampires acknowledge any sins, Master?”

“Pride is a virtue to vampires, Alanna. You know that. Coveting is our favorite sport. Gluttony . . .” Capturing her forearm, he lifted her wrist to his mouth, ran his tongue lightly over her InhServ mark. “We never get enough of certain things.”

When he bit down, the ripple of pleasure, right on the heels of the pain, made her tighten her fingers over his knuckles. Blood would help him, keep him strong, and she’d willingly give it all to him. But despite the pleasurable euphoria his feeding caused, she kept bathing him with the ice pack, enjoying his chest, the muscles of his abdomen, his upper thighs. When his other hand came up, cupped her neck, he brought her down to the taste of her blood and his hot mouth. She savored both as he shifted her closer.

“Unh.” He grunted a laugh against her mouth, hand dropping to seize her wrist. She’d let the hand with the ice pack press against his genitals, covered by thin cotton boxers.

She sputtered an apology, reflexively jerking back. The back of her head met his palm, saving her from the metal edge of the sleeper, though the momentum of her reaction had rapped his knuckles. He hadn’t had to do that. It was just a bump to her head. But he had.

He was still chuckling, and it was infectious, foolishly so. Deliberately this time, she slid the ice pack right under the loose waistband of the boxers, freeing the ends of the cloth so the ice tumbled over his privates.

His roar of indignation would have sent her scampering, but he could see far better in the dark than she could. So she found herself wrestling with a vampire. He restrained himself enough to make it somewhat even, at least for a moment or two, but then she was giggling and squealing as he rolled over, pinning her to the camper floor.

He put ice down her soft tank top and into her panties, making her squirm and thrash until he put a cube directly against her clit and labia.

“Master,” she panted. His hand closed on her throat, his elbow pinning her arm to the floor of the camper.

Put the other one over your head.

She obeyed immediately. When he put his mouth on the damp curve of her breast, swelling above the neckline of the tank, the mood shifted back to Master and servant in an instant. She went still and quivering beneath him. Oh, but the ice was excruciating