Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,53

whatever this moment was. Locking both arms around Niall’s shoulders again, she arched her body fully against his.

“This is called a serpent dance,” she whispered. She gazed at his cheekbone, that intense stare too much for her. As she imagined the provocative dance, she relaxed and dropped her shoulders, putting her upper body into a sinuous roll, forward, then lateral, so her breasts dragged in an oblong shape across his chest and back, her nipples sliding over his. The motion carried to her rib cage. She was a serpent, moving through grass, over the curves of a stone. Over the curves of a rock-hard body.

Niall’s hand flexed on her lower back, his breath sharp and hot on her face. His cock grew thicker, longer, so when she brought her hips into it, he was a hard bar against her mons. The tip brushed over her navel, leaving that moisture. She wanted to gather it on her fingers, taste him.

“Do it,” Evan rumbled. “And look at our faces as you do it.”

Sliding her fingertips over her stomach, she collected Niall’s semen and brought it to her mouth. As she did, she lifted her gaze. The tissues between her legs became even more swollen, glazed with her own honey at the twin gazes lasered on what she was doing. Two male bodies this close to her, demanding and wanting a tangled variety of things. Strangers, and yet somehow far more familiar to her than the many others she’d coupled with regularly before the Council.

Mindful of Evan’s original order, she opened her thighs, shifting upward to capture Niall’s cock. It brought her breasts closer to the temptation of his firm mouth before she sank again, bearing his thick cock into a horizontal position between her thighs. As she made the adjustment, he thrust forward unexpectedly.

Unexpected to her. Had Evan not anticipated it, Niall would have sunk halfway into her channel. Instead, Evan’s hands locked hard on his hips, holding him fast. He bit his servant’s shoulder in another place, a rough penetration that made Niall grunt, just as Evan thrust deep into his ass, turning the grunt into a growl, a groan. Niall’s fingers dug into Alanna’s buttocks in involuntary reaction. She felt the impact of Evan’s penetration all the way to her womb, even though she merely held Niall between her thighs now.

“Bastard,” Niall hissed.

“You had no leave to fuck her. You’re more disobedient than usual tonight, neshama.” Evan’s voice was a croon, though, as his hand slid down Niall’s chest. Alanna swallowed as he plucked at her nipple. “And you’re not doing as you were instructed, Alanna.”

She began to roll her body against Niall’s cock once more. Since she was dripping wet, it was easy to do the sinuous lower body movements against him. Her priority was her Master’s desires, not her own, but when Niall had tried to slide into her, she’d had to fight the desire to angle up, take him deep. Her lower belly had a sexual clench to it that was longing, need . . . lust. She remembered earlier on the mountain, the tears. That ache was part of what was in her lower belly now, but she was helpless to back away from it.

“Do you want Niall to touch you, Alanna?”

He was already touching her, the grip of his fingers likely leaving additional bruises on her buttocks. She wanted more, though. Wanted him to cup her breasts in his large, heated palms, pinch the nipples the way Evan had his. But it wasn’t about her wants.

“If that would please you, Master.”

Beyond the initial thrust that had taken him balls deep in Niall’s ass, Evan hadn’t moved. Now those gray eyes that became fully dark in the gloom lifted to her face. “Keep working him while you look at me,” he murmured.

She sensed Niall’s eyes on her face as she performed the slow, provocative glides, her hips and clit coming in contact with Niall’s pelvis each time she came back up. Then back down, the ridge of the head stroking unevenly over her tissues, a delicious friction. Her pussy spasmed, making her hand slip to his chest, fingers tightening in the hair there.

“You could come just by doing this, couldn’t you?”

“If it’s what my Master desires me to do.”

Dropping a casual kiss on Niall’s shoulder, a quick lick over the area he’d punctured, Evan pulled out and rose, moving out of view. Niall let out a breath, registering the pang of loss, his mouth tightening. To