Taken by a Vampire
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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 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, but the words just tumbled from her. His brows knitted, lips firming.
“I want your mouth on my cock, Alanna. But you have to come to earn that. And I want you over here pretty damn fast.”
“Yes, Master.”
When Niall put his other arm over her chest, just above her jutting nipples, so close the hairs of his arm tickled them, it gave her an anchor for her hands. She worked her hips harder on him and he pressed his thighs closer. She realized he was moving his hips in tandem with her now, thrusting between her thighs, against her wet, empty pussy. He’d overwhelmed her serpent dance with pure male aggression. As she tightened her thighs on him, the ridged head of his cock bumped against her clit with devilish knowledge.
“Oh . . .”
“Aye, there I am, muirnín.” Niall’s voice was thick and dangerous. “Think ye can play with a wild beast and not get run to ground?”
“I’m getting impatient, Alanna,” Evan said silkily, his eyes pinned on her in the darkness. “Come now. I want you to gush on Niall’s cock.”
Her pussy spasmed again, her clit hardening, and her nails dug into Niall’s arms. “Work that pretty cunt against me, girl,” Niall muttered against her ears. “God, you have the finest arse. Makes me want to sink deep into it, make ye scream.”
She gave a small cry when the climax took her. As she went over, Niall’s grip shifted, capturing her breasts and pinching the nipples, sending sensation screaming straight between her legs, adding to the climax. She was bucking against his cock with no training at all now, just pure involuntary reaction to the climax crashing through her.
She forced herself to ride it not one second longer past the strongest waves, so she was still quivering with it when she slid down between Niall’s legs, moving on all fours to cross the few feet to Evan’s knees. Niall’s hands steadied her on her way down, then they slipped away. Her long hair was loose so it slid from her back, the ends teasing her knuckles as she came to her vampire Master. Evan made a low noise of approval.
“Still in those aftershocks, aren’t you, you lovely beauty? Hold still, right there. Not a single move. Look at me. I want to see the need on your face.”
Her mouth was within inches of his erect cock, but he bade her stay still as those aftershocks rolled through, making her shudder, her thighs tighten and quiver. She whimpered, licking her lips.
“You want it badly, don’t you?” Evan’s eyes glowed in the darkness. “I can smell how ready you are for us.”
She didn’t hear him command Niall, but since he could be in either of their minds, it gave him the element of surprise. When the Scot’s hands slid over her backside, slipping between her thighs to nudge them farther apart, she widened her stance at Evan’s nod. Then even farther to accommodate Niall’s shoulders when he lay down on the floor between her knees. Her breath came in shallow pants, her eyes on Evan’s watching face.
“Like a beautiful wild animal. She’s all desire and need, Niall.”
Niall’s fingers curled over her thighs, pulling her down onto his mouth. She arched up as her thighs flattened toward the floor, coordination lost at the first touch of his mouth. As she made tiny, involuntary jerks against his hold, Niall licked up her fluids, his thumbs parting her buttocks as he did so, teasing her rim so more aftershocks fluttered and spasmed against his tongue.