Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,52

him, she stroked the seam of her buttocks up his length and back down. Pressing her damp cunt against the solid mass of his testicles, she could feel the wet spot against her ass where his seed had dampened his shorts. She was wet now herself, wanting to feel flesh against flesh, and Evan granted her wish.

“Take him out, Alanna. Put him between your thighs. No penetration. I just want you to get him slick using your cunt.”

Turning to her knees, she moved down the bed to get the shorts off Niall’s hips. The job was already half done, since Evan had his hand and wrist well below the waistband in the back. Niall’s jaw was tight, his eyes glittering on hers in the darkness. It made her look back down at her task. Yes, he was another servant, but his expression was fierce . . . overpowering. Sliding his boxers off, she left him naked for his Master. She wanted to touch the thick organ she’d freed. He had a handsome cock, clear fluid at the tip tempting taste. Her pussy throbbed as she imagined taking its width and breadth in her mouth, between her legs.

Sexual service was a part of a servant’s duties. With the flow of visitors in Stephen’s household, that service had often been creative. Seeing servants lose control, be pushed far beyond where they thought they could go and climax, was a vampire specialty. It was entertainment, politics, and the primitive expression of the vampire nature. Predator, dominant, top of the food chain.

Yet thinking of those demanding vampire gatherings, the political machinations that had driven many of them, Stephen’s watchful gaze, his distant nod or faint smile when he was pleased with her performance . . . in comparison to this, those moments felt sterile. Physically pleasurable, yes, but there was something here she hadn’t experienced then.

Intimacy. This wasn’t a performance before other Council members, coupling her with other servants to show off her flexibility or exotic InhServ skills. Evan’s focus was on Niall, and he was bringing her into that focus, making her a partner in taking the Scot somewhere unexpected.

“Face him, Alanna. Straddle his cock.”

She slid up Niall’s body, bringing her bare skin against that hard, furred terrain of muscle. Just that contact made her quiver, hard, especially when the Scot put his large hand on her lower back, digging his fingers into the top of her buttock to gather her to him. He nuzzled her cheek, her temple, his eyes still half closed.

Her Master had given her an order, but she was caught staring at the strong planes of Niall’s face, the intensity of his brown eyes, the set of his mouth. The strands of hair sliding over his temples. Her fingers quivered.

You may touch him as you desire, Alanna.

She lifted her fingers toward his face, but just before she made contact, she hesitated, meeting Niall’s gaze.

Niall gave her a nod of permission as well, his jaw flexing. She touched his temple first, the thick strands of hair there. As her knuckles drifted down his face, Evan turned his head to press his lips against her hand. She stilled, holding her breath at the touch of the heated, damp mouth. When he put his mouth on his servant’s shoulder again, she watched the fangs lengthen, puncture the flesh again. A trickle of blood escaped, sliding over the fingers she now had resting on Niall’s chest. Though it was too dark to discern the details, he had a tattoo there, something that covered most of one pectoral and his upper abdomen, because she felt the faint ridges of the scarring necessary to anchor a tattoo in a third mark’s flesh.

Spreading out the fingers of her other hand, she followed the bridge of Niall’s broken nose, moved over his lashes. Down the cheek to the jaw, to his mouth.

It was as if time had stopped, something significant and potent happening because of her touch. He relaxed in his Master’s arms, she felt it, though he drew her even closer with that powerful arm around her waist, turning them into one sensual creature, moving in a twined pattern on the quilts, inside this earthen womb.

You said you were trained to dance, Alanna. Give him a dance that will make him fight not to come.

Evan was having to remind her to do as he’d commanded, but he didn’t sound impatient with her distraction. She recalled herself to the assigned task, though she regretted drawing back from