Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,45

everything is visual, even with your eyes closed. I’m going to be silent now. Take your time with it, and when it feels right to you, remove your clothes the way the elements direct you.”

Niall knew exactly which words had stumped her. When it feels right to you. Whenever Evan tried to get her to act on her own desires, that tension returned to her shoulders.

When the vampire shifted his gaze to Niall, he anticipated what he wanted, no thoughts needed. He removed his shirt, dropped it over a rock. As he crossed the ground, he knew she could hear him coming, for her head tilted, eyes still closed. Standing behind her, he touched the curve of her spine, bringing her to her feet. He slid his fingers into the spaces between her rigid ones, lifting her arms out to her sides. It brought their bodies into alignment, his chest and upper abdomen against her shoulder blades.

“Use my hands and body for balance. Feel the wind, sway like the trees do. He likes to watch the human form meld with the natural one. That’s what he’s ordering ye to do.”

Her shoulders immediately eased.

That’s cheating, Niall.

We have to help her get started. She doesnae ken how to make a choice that belongs to her.

She does. She did. For one key, fateful moment.

Aye. Look how that turned out for her.

He knew Evan wasn’t really pissed that he’d helped her out; it was why he’d wanted Niall to go to her. She’d begun to sway, and was using him for balance, her fingers curled over his straightened ones, her shoulders brushing his chest, her hair teasing his stomach, blowing against his thighs. Lord God, she was beautiful. Like some lovely Fae spirit, so fragile and elusive. Not even real.

But that wasn’t a beauty thing. It was as if her spirit was already half gone . . . or had never been called fully into her body. Perhaps she was a changeling, only she was pure sweetness, not a drop of evil to her. Her tongue could be sharp on occasion, but that was a woman’s way. That sharpness had surprised her far more than it had him.

Her arms dropped, elbows bending so she could slide her hands over her stomach. Niall unhooked the lacy bra she was wearing, stroking the straps off her shoulders. When he dropped it to the side, she straightened, stepped away from him. As she did, she lifted her arms the way she had when their hands were laced in the forest, only now she reached up alone to cup the moon in her palms.

As Niall stayed in her shadow, Evan watched them both. The Scot was one of the most graceful men he’d ever known, a fact made even more entrancing by how big and powerful he was. Guided by the touch of his hand on her bare waist, she molded her body back into the lines of his like a trusted dance partner. Opening her trousers, he slid them off her hips with her underwear, leaving all those pale curves exposed to the moonlight and their mutual male pleasure.

Niall left the garments gathered over her hiking shoes, so now she was like one of the slender trees Evan had photographed, the shoes and clothes keeping her rooted in place, contrasting with the slim beauty of the torso and limbs rising above them. She swayed against her pinioned state, caught in her own erotic response. Niall backed off a few feet, dropping to a knee to watch her. Evan snapped a couple of shots, knowing he could do a great deal with the expression on his servant’s face as well as Alanna’s profile when she finally turned to look at Niall. The wind lifted her hair off her shoulders, rippling it across her back. Even with his second mark, she was cold, a shiver rippling along her skin, but other parts of her were warm. And about to get warmer.

“You were rude to my servant,” Evan said.

Alanna’s head rose. A languorous movement, showing her sensual immersion, but as Evan’s words settled into her mind, she straightened, despite the clothes hampering her legs. Her head dipped down again, her hands going to her sides. A cultured and highly trained servant responding to his command, she was part of the power of the Vampire Council, those who knew nothing of quiet mountains and a moonlit gleam on a woman’s skin. Their loss, and he wasn’t in a mood to share.