Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,92

into her throat as she took him just as deep as their Master. Gripping his base, she teased his testicles. He had a heavy, large sack, and she reveled in noting every difference between the men, the overwhelming sensations that came with serving her Master’s cock in her body, while pursuing the sharp pleasure of caring for his servant’s with hands and mouth.

All the way up and down, she used every oral skill she had on Niall’s shaft, working him as relentlessly as Evan was working his cock inside her. Deep plunge, then slow drag up, tormenting all those wonderful nerve endings around the ridge of the head, sucking the pre-cum off the tip, worrying the slit with her tongue. She wanted him to come, wanted to swallow every drop of his seed.

The lass had considerable talents, but it wasn’t that which overwhelmed Niall. He could now clearly see what Evan had suspected was held deep within her. Enthusiastic yet trained compliance couldn’t hold a candle to an uncontrolled passion for surrender. Tightening his fingers in her hair, he goaded her to new heights, even as he had a fierce response of his own.

Fuck. We’re never giving her up, Evan. Never. Not to those bastards.

When their eyes met, he saw some of the same resolve in the vampire’s expression. As well as Evan getting lost in a vampire’s savage lust, his eyes glinting red, fangs baring as he worked himself closer to climax.

It catapulted Niall toward the same finish line. Alanna was rocking against him, her nipples brushing his thighs as Evan thrust into her. Niall’s seed boiled in his balls when the lass made pleading, animal noises against his cock, her efforts becoming more frenetic, bringing them all to the same high pinnacle. God, he wanted to be where Evan was, and yet experience her mouth like this.

There is time, neshama. She has much to learn about true pleasure, giving and receiving.

Overlapping Niall’s fingers on her shoulders, Evan leaned closer to them both, driving into her. Her mouth took Niall even deeper, her cry strangled as Evan sank his fangs into her shoulder right next to Niall’s grip, perfuming the air with the metallic odor of blood mixed with arousal. Her hands scrambled for a purchase, landing on Niall’s thighs to brace herself, every feminine fingertip pressing into his muscles, hard enough to leave bruises. He drove up into her mouth once, twice, and then, at Evan’s nod, he let go, the same moment the vampire did. Their combined release pushed her over.

A gasp, another gasp, and then she was fair howling, scrabbling, digging her nails in, scoring him with her teeth, but in a savage, pleasurable way he embraced, making her work to get all of him. Evan had his arm around her waist, holding her snug against him as he made those last few deep plows that felt so good to a man when he was deep in a woman’s climaxing cunt, spending himself. Alanna made soft kitten cries as the movement took her over another rise, and Niall held her tight as her claws bit further into his flesh. Aye, she was theirs, no doubt. All theirs.

There was something to be said for that training, after all. As soon as she oriented herself to it, she set that pretty tongue to cleaning him, getting every drop she’d missed off his balls and shaft, his thighs. She was still experiencing aftershocks, making those sexy little noises against him as she tried to take care of him. God, he could fuck her all night long. She wanted to give so much to a Master, it was intoxicating.

Evan was right. The Council hadn’t made her anything. They’d merely polished the gem, but the true value was in the rough cut, when her real emotions took over. If only they could convince her of that without having to shock her with cruel words and cold water. He couldn’t do that to her again. Not after seeing this.

Evan pressed his hand into her back, bringing her to a halt. She was breathing hard, an emotional as well as physical response. Aye, it was catching up to her, the significance of what she’d just done. Plucking her off her elbows and knees, Evan guided her to straddle Niall as he rose to a sitting position himself. Niall gathered her close so she could curl one arm under his arm, around his back. She was limp, her other arm folded against herself, but