had her eyes closed, but she knew when Evan came into the cabin. Niall was the deep parts of the forest, earthy, warm and dark. Evan was the wind through the pines, swirling out over the gorges and through the folds between the mountains.
Keep your eyes closed, Alanna.
Evan’s hands closed on her breasts, thin cloth alone between her taut nipples and the warmth of his palms. Slowly he squeezed, thumbs tracing down the cleft as he brought the curves together. She swayed against Niall’s unbreakable hold, a cry breaking from her lips as Evan put his mouth over her nipple.
They gave her no time to change gears, to go back to docile service. Instead that storm swirled inside her, becoming something new and strange. Violent, needy. Her heart ached like someone was trying to rip it from her chest.
“Master . . .”
I’m here. We have you. You’re ours.
“I need . . . you. Both of you.”
There was no room for anything but the free flow of thoughts. She wasn’t trying to explain her training, but something far deeper. And Evan understood.
“I know, einayim sheli, yekirati. My metuka.” The language was soothing, musical, sensual, and he kept repeating the words as she surrendered to Niall’s strong grasp, leaning into him. The Scot kissed her brow, her eyes, tasted her skin. Her lips felt bereft, but she wanted, needed . . . to do it better. To kiss Evan first. She wanted that chance at a first kiss again.
As his fingers brushed her chin, an acknowledgment, she made a glad sound. The vampire’s mouth covered hers, fangs making a short scrape over the sensitive inside of her bottom lip. When he used his tongue to tease hers into a dance, she realized she’d put her arms around his neck, that dark silky hair at his nape threading through her fingertips. Niall adjusted them forward so she was full against Evan, his arms taking over the embrace as Niall knelt behind her, pulling her skirt down to her ankles and freeing her from it before raining kisses on her bare thighs, large hands stroking her calves and the backs of her knees.
Evan’s arms were strong and sure, holding her against him as he explored her mouth. He didn’t discourage her from using her hands, so she caressed his shoulders, feeling the shape of him, the strength of his upper arms. When he broke the kiss to nudge her head back and take a sharp nip at her throat, her fingers spasmed on his shoulders, nails digging in. She wanted to draw blood, wanted to be . . . fierce. Show him how much she wanted to please him.
She needed to serve, to take care of him. It was what they trained her to be.
No, yekirati. This was part of you long before the Council groomed it. They gave you technique, skills, but you are the artist. Show your desire to serve, to surrender, in the way that fits your soul, not their requirements. That’s what I want from you. I need you to feel who you are, and let that spread your wings. Be a flower feeling the sun, no thought, just reaching for the warmth and the pleasure, because that is what you are.
Spinning on that thought, she dug her fingers into him further as Niall’s mouth touched her inner thigh, his strong hands spreading her so he could use his mouth to tease the sensitive perineum. When the tip of his tongue traced her rim, his hands spreading her wider, lifting her, the stimulation had her bucking against Evan’s hold. This was what she wanted. To be passionately responsive, totally mindless, at their mercy, giving them pleasure . . . simply by responding to the pleasure they were giving her.
She cried out as Niall’s thick fingers slid into her pussy, his mouth still busy on her nerve-rich rear opening. Evan let her fall back against their combined hold as he bent to suckle her breasts once again. She was teetering, off-balance, with no fear she would fall. It was unusual to feel so safe, even while she was whirling through a heavy haze of desire.
The men handled her as easily as a doll between them, though not the kind of doll Evan had denigrated. Now Niall relinquished her fully to Evan, and the vampire hiked her up his body, guiding her legs around his hips as he moved toward the back of the house, toward Niall’s large bed. As he did,