Once Niall was in balls deep, she was panting like a dog, trying not to move. Her only lifeline was the hold she had on Evan’s sides, the stuff of his shirt balled in her fingers. But Evan kept her still, stroked her hair off her neck, making it tumble over the arm Niall had secure around her waist.

“You will never forget that blocker again, Alanna. Not now, not ever.” The vampire’s gray eyes bored into hers.

“No.” She couldn’t manage anything more coherent than that. “No, Master.”

“I don’t care if we’re in the middle of a meeting of the whole damn Vampire Council, if it’s time for you to take it, you’ll tell me and it will be done, you understand?”

Niall drew back, and then thrust in, hard. Since he was a well-endowed male, the effect was immediate and intense, particularly when Evan exacerbated it by thrusting up higher inside her. She was filled, crazed with sensation and discomfort both. From Evan’s uncompromising expression, she knew he could make it worse, would make her climax in the midst of excruciating pain and devastating pleasure both.

“Yes, Master. I understand. I’m sorry.” She was spinning like a top in her own head. The anger and passion she’d sensed from Evan now came from Niall as well, in his punishing thrusts, the grip of his hands over the vampire’s. She’d assumed Evan’s anger was about the risk to which she’d exposed them by opening her mind to Stephen, or the inconvenience of her having such an episode in a public place, but his words and his actions told her differently. They were angry that she’d harmed herself. They were punishing her for being careless with her own well-being.

That perverse sense she’d had, that Evan’s punishment was binding her even closer to them, now made sense.

The thought was a quick, jumbled flash, too many distractions competing for her attention, the largest one being the climax threatening to crash over her. Evan changed his angle, rubbing his head inside her, making her gasp, and then pushed in deep once more.

“You don’t go until I say so.”

She cried out, as close to climax as she’d ever been as he began to pump himself into her, using her to sate his lust, commanding her to hold back. Niall was moving as well. Their complementary rhythm built into harder and harder thrusts, until she was crying and begging, but her discipline and their will held her on that knife edge, just short of the release she wanted more now than she’d ever wanted anything.

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When Evan started to come, he pulled out, despite her involuntary cry of protest, the clench of her muscles on emptiness. He spurted some of it across her belly, the underside of her breasts. When he gathered the cream on his fingers, brought it to her mouth, she sucked on him, stared at his taut face with hungry eyes.

Then he thrust back inside her, making her scream at the pleasure of it. He kept fucking her until she was whimpering in distress, because even as he was ejaculating he was changing his angle and rhythm so that every time she was close to coming, he pulled her back from the edge. Niall came then, his hand flexing on her shoulder, pelvis slapping hard against her ass as he thrust, holding nothing back. Evan had her braced against his body, sandwiched between them.

No . . . please . . . She was throbbing, head to toe, so needy for a climax . . . for something. As good as her control was, she knew she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself. The two men had worked together to keep her balanced precariously on that cliff as they enjoyed their own release. It was terrifying evidence of their own control and self-discipline, the power they held over her.

When Niall pulled out, Evan lifted her off him, ignoring her soft pleas. He pushed her down to her knees. Clean your Master with your mouth, Alanna. No hands. Only your mouth touches me.

She was shaking so hard, even harder than she’d been in the store. Those tiny whimpers came from her while her pussy throbbed. Still she obeyed, her heart about to explode, swamped by a feeling that echoed what she’d experienced when listening to those romantic ballads. Something terrible was happening, and yet it was something she wanted as well. She was wild, out of control, cleaning him on pure instinct, licking and suckling the still hard flesh, tasting his seed, wanting to keep tasting him, touching him, staying in contact with him. She wanted to curl between his feet and stay there always.

He stopped her at last, taking a grip on her hair again. “I’m sorry, Master. Please let me know what I can do to earn your forgiveness.”

“Tell me what you want, Alanna.”

“You, inside of me, while I come. Niall, touching me . . . together. Close . . .”

She stopped, startled, her eyes snapping up to his. But Evan merely nodded and lifted her from the ground, bringing her back onto his lap once more. She thanked God for vampire virility, as he sank his hard cock back into her sensitive, tight tissues. Niall’s strong hands helped until she was fully, blissfully impaled on the vampire once again.

While Evan started a slow flex, thrust, retreat motion, sliding inside her in a way destined to rip her apart, Niall took a seat on the bench next to their Master. His brown eyes were intent on hers as he cupped her jaw. She was lost, Niall’s expert kissing ability taking her into another plane of existence while Evan kept her grounded, guided her movements. The men both held her around the waist, arms overlapping. Evan’s other hand steadied her hip while Niall’s cradled her face.

As she pleaded into Niall’s mouth, one of her hands was on Evan’s chest, gripping him, the other on Niall, holding on to them both, a triangle as she rose and fell. The pleasure was thundering toward her like the end of the world. An end she could embrace.

Evan broke her kiss with Niall then, turning his servant’s face toward him to capture his lips with his own. As he did, she reached up with one shaky hand, tracing their jaws, the way they dueled, lips wet, Evan’s tongue plunging in to tangle with Niall’s. Niall nipped at her fingers as she dipped into the joining point between them, then they were back to her again. Evan devouring her mouth, pushing his cock in deep once more while Niall started kissing her throat, licking the place Evan had bitten her, suckling her tender flesh. Evan was working her on him hard enough her breasts quivered with each downward impact. It made her nipples ache.

Come for me, Alanna.

She broke on the last syllable, her eyes wide and lips stretched like a wild animal’s, a flush running the length of her body. She ground herself down on Evan’s cock as their strong hands held her fast.

“Master . . . God . . . help . . . me . . .”

Evan went preternaturally still, watching her, absorbing all of it. Niall paused, lifting his head to do the same, both of them so close, their intent regard increasing the power of the orgasm. Her heart was literally going to explode. Then Evan’s expression became more intent, facial muscles tightening, and she knew the spasming of her pussy would bring him to climax again.

“Please, yes . . .”

As he pistoned up inside of her, letting the second climax go, Niall turned to his Master. Threading his hand through Evan’s hair, he set his mouth to the vampire’s neck and bit. He bit hard, such that Evan growled, clamped a hand down on Niall’s thigh with bruising force. Finding the opening of Niall’s jeans, he gripped his cock in a pumping fist. Niall bit even harder, his hand skating across Evan’s chest, pulling open his shirt to scrape strong fingers across his chest, the flat nipple. She gasped as Evan released, his seed a hot stream bathing her channel. When Niall came in his Master’s grip, the milky fluid fountained, bathing Evan’s fingers, Niall’s bare abdomen, splattering across her spread thighs. Her aftershocks intensified.

With trembling fingers, she collected some of the seed and brought it to her pussy, smearing it over the base of Evan’s cock, her still sensitive clit, and then brought those same fingers to her mouth. Both men watched her with hot, demanding expressions that made her want to start it all over again, even the punishment.

Especially the punishment. It had made her feel more . . . at peace, than she’d felt in quite a while.

Evan’s gaze softened, and he cupped her face, running a thumb over her lips. “Motek,” he murmured. “Such sweetness. You’re a treasure.”

Alanna shuddered under his touch. They were all done, staring at one another, breathing hard. Niall had eased his bite, given Evan a nuzzle, then a lick to deal with the mark he’d left. Evan didn’t appear ready to let her go, and Alanna wasn’t sure what to do. This was when she’d normally climb off Stephen, attend to cleaning him. Instead, Evan eased her forward, guiding her to put her head on his shoulder. Niall stretched his arm behind Evan, so she was cradled between them. Particularly when Evan shifted her so she straddled his thigh and Niall’s adjacent one, her knees pressed between the splay of each man’s legs. Evan’s arm was back around her waist, Niall’s overlapping it again, both keeping her close.

She never wanted to disappoint him, wanted to make them both happy. She wanted to say she was sorry again, but she understood she’d done that, and been punished. Then her Master’s words rendered her speechless.

“I’ve never cared that I’m not the biggest dog in the yard, Alanna. That wasn’t what being a vampire was about to me. But feeling him in your mind, hurting you, knowing my mark wasn’t strong enough to override his . . . I’ve never in my life wanted power the way I wanted it then, to crush him for causing you a moment’s pain.”

For hurting what’s mine.

Niall was obviously startled by the thought his Master had shared with them both. Evan touched his knuckles to Niall’s jaw, linking the three of them. Alanna felt a desire to reach up and touch Niall there herself, increasing the bond. However, before she could, the Scot gave Evan a short nod. Adjusting Alanna so Evan had her cradled in his lap, Niall rose and left them. She watched him stride toward the cabin, refastening his jeans as he went, the muscles across his wide shoulders tense.

“Why does he do that, Master?” she whispered. “Why does he draw away from you when it’s obvious how much he loves you?”




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