Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,54

make up for it, Alanna kept doing as Evan had commanded. She worked herself over Niall, all her most skillful movements called into play as she stared at the Scot’s neck. He touched her jaw, drawing her face up toward those fierce eyes. He had a hunter’s look, intent on pursuing his kill, running it to ground. He knew it was beyond escape. It made her shiver.

“Bring her to the edge of the bed, Niall. Your feet on the floor, her between your thighs, continuing to do what she’s doing, only facing me.”

She let herself be lifted, turned, and when Niall slid them to the end of the mattress, she saw Evan had taken a seat in one of the roomy chairs facing the end of the bed. She braced herself on Niall’s knees, her feet on the floor between his as she recaptured his cock between her thighs, began to dance and slide upon it once more, a titillating lap dance. As she positioned herself, she had to glance down. The sight of his cock pushing out between her thighs, splitting her labia, both of them slick with her juices, made her whimper. She moved her hands so she was holding his on her hips, and he was moving with her, helping to work her on him, taking over with his strength, making it less about the dance and more about male demand, the urge to be thrusting inside her, instead of through the split between her thighs. He was rubbing against her clit, taunting her, making her lose her focus.

Look at me, Alanna.

She was no longer leading, for Niall had taken over the movement. She was bent forward, a supplicant position toward the vampire facing her.

Evan was casual about his nakedness, one leg draped over the chair leg, the other braced on the floor. The artist would make a good subject himself, and she wondered if he’d ever done a self-portrait. Not an easy thing, since vampires had no reflection. Regardless, she wanted to paint a picture of him in her head and hold it there forever.

His cock brushed his belly, testicles drawing the eye. He was a good size, in proportion with his body. Her gaze covered the pale expanse of his chest, the knotted musculature of his shoulders. She didn’t know if she had leave to keep looking at him, but he didn’t say not to do so.

“Do you want Niall to touch you, Alanna? Cup your breasts, stroke your clit?”

Imagining such things sent a shiver through her, another gasp. Vaguely, she realized he was asking her the same question over and over, as if she wasn’t providing him the answer he was seeking. But the answer was the same. “If it pleases my Master.”

Evan cocked his head. “So anything that pleases me, will please you?”

“I am your servant, to do with as you will.”

He slid his hand down his body to grip himself. Stroking his length, he rubbed his thumb over the head, using that lubrication to help with the pumping motion. His hips shifted, responding to the stimulation, his head dropping back to the chair. Lips parted, eyes on the ceiling.

She licked her lips. She wanted to go to him, put her mouth on it, finish it. So she put more effort into working with Niall, though he was getting her more and more excited, rubbing her clit against his cock, pulling her against him with his fingers digging into her hips, her backside smacking against his hard lower abdomen.

Was Evan aware of what was happening within a few feet of him? She sensed Niall’s eyes were on his Master as well, watching him work that long cock. Was he wishing, like her, that he was over there, having the chance to taste, touch . . . be used for their Master’s pleasure? Why had he pulled out, drawn away from them?

She kept doing the long strokes on Niall’s cock. Each one was torture now, a desire to bear down harder, grind herself on him. The pocket between hip and labia was damp with her fluids now, her thighs tracked with it.

Evan’s hand convulsed into a fist, hips lifting up off the chair as his chest expanded in a shuddering response.

Please . . .

His gray gaze came back to her. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Alanna. No. Don’t tell me what you want. I’ll tell you what I want.”

That is what I want, Master. To serve your desires.

She hadn’t intended to disobey,