Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,74

whose heart embodied the noble tragedy of the chaotic mortal world.

Niall remained still as he circled him and the cross. He was being uncharacteristically obedient, but he understood the environment enough to respond to it appropriately, even if it wasn’t his natural way. His lips tightened, though, as Evan knelt before him. Capturing his Scot’s gaze, he slid his hands under the kilt, up the powerful thighs, thumbs grazing the testicles as he wrapped long fingers around Niall’s hips, the curve of buttocks. The carnival was so saturated with sexual promise, it took no time for Niall to respond, his cock rising, held in place only by the heavy fabric of the utility kilt.

Evan easily read Niall’s desire to see his Master take his cock in his mouth. On the occasions Evan had done that, Niall was usually at his mercy, hands tied above his head or behind his back, body hard and straining toward Evan’s relentless mouth. But here, his hands were free, body held back only by Evan’s command. He could thread his fingers through Evan’s silken dark hair, tighten and pull, push him down harder, feel his clever mouth and tongue at his pace, all along his shaft.

Evan rose, meeting him near eye to eye. Provocative, neshama. Stay still. Fingering Niall’s belt, he unbuckled it. His servant obeyed, though his tension increased. Evan removed the kilt, folded and put it aside. Niall was barefoot, so now he was fully naked, on display for the admiring—and growing—crowd. Evan didn’t blame them for looking. Niall’s muscles were developed through his hunting and scouting skills, his combat training and their active physical life. The fighting skills were necessary, but in watching Niall train, Evan often reminded him those skills were to be employed against servants or other humans with nefarious intents; not for Niall to step between him and another vampire.

Niall gave him a gimlet eye now, since Evan was letting him see the drift of thoughts in his mind. The day might come when I save your arse.

Lord Uthe’s letter of patronage is sufficient to handle the vampires.

Aye. Vampires are a civilized lot. All of ’em offer you tea while their lawyers look that over. Nae a single one of them has tried to rip you to shreds for being in a territory, unmarked by the overlord. Oh, wait. A couple o’ them have, aye?

Evan gave him a level look. Sliding his hand onto Niall’s broad shoulder, he tangled his fingers in the man’s loose hair. “Get on the cross.”

Niall angled his chin, brushing Evan’s knuckles and freeing his hair in a slow movement, the men’s gazes staying locked. Then he inclined his head. Moving to the cross, he aligned his arms with the upper ties, spreading his legs to accommodate the lower part. The way he looked on it made Evan wish he had the ability to carry such a thing on all his travels. Now he crisscrossed the straps provided over ankle, calf and thigh, then biceps, forearms, wrists. As he cinched them, he noted his servant’s cockstand became more pronounced and thick. When he was done binding him, he stroked it with a curled fist, squeezing the heavy balls. Niall’s pulse leaped, the broad chest expanding. Turning his attention to the crowd, Evan saw admiring glances, even from the pretty slaves ordered to keep their gazes down. He didn’t blame them for the transgression.

He raised his voice so he could be heard by the audience. “I need a female slave to keep my servant occupied while I prepare. Any volunteers?”

The redhead in the blue see-through frock has a mouthwatering rack.

Stop trying to direct, or I’ll pick the biggest, ugliest male brute out there to work you like a steam engine.

Bugger off. It’d be a shame to break this cross. You couldnae afford to pay Tyler for it.

Evan pressed his lips against a smile. Ironically, the dark-haired Hispanic Master of the redhead with superior heavy breasts and lush hips had stood up, bringing her with him. “My slave, Leila, is at your service. I am Joseph.”

Evan could already smell her arousal. The overload of sensual stimulation in this environment had her dripping wet. Niall, with his heightened third-mark senses, would be driven crazy by the scent. Perfect. It would help him manage the pain. “My thanks. I want her to work him in her mouth during my preparations. But I don’t want him to come. Just get him so close to it he’s hurting for it. I