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The Vampire Queen's Servant (Vampire Queen #1)(17)
Author: Joey W. Hill

"Well, my lady, perhaps you should let me make your silken walls more so with my tongue, for an easier fit." He swallowed. "Christ, let me fuck you, Lyssa. Let me give you pleasure."

His fingers closed into fists as he braced himself for what might come next. Protecting her he'd been prepared to do. Taking care of her. But he hadn't expected to be at her total mercy.

"Not just yet. I think you need a test in obedience first. You're talking out of turn again. I'd also advise you to think twice before you ever call me familiar again." Rising to her knees, she spread the hem of her robe out like a curtain just above her knees as she straddled his forearms. As she looked down at him, he had to fight the urge to crane his neck back, see if she had spread open the garment enough to give him a glimpse of heaven.

"I'm going to move over your body now. If you don't remain still, I'll stop, get off the bed and leave you this way for an hour as punishment before we start again."

In this position he could fondle the base of her bare ass with his fingertips, for the back of the robe was draped over his hands. But as she stared down at him, he didn't.

She walked on her knees, as delicate in her movements as a crane through water. Watching the hem lift above him as she moved toward his head, he felt the wave of trapped heat beneath. He inhaled her a moment before she released the robe and it drifted over his face, closing him into darkness. The soft fabric brushed his jaw, the lines of his shoulders and biceps as she moved along the length of his arms, now like a wild cat gliding slowly over a fallen tree. When she straddled his head, her thighs brushed his temples, the heat of her cunt just above him as she progressed.

He registered wetness on his forearm. Warmth. Arousal she'd left there.

All intentions to obey dissipated. Perhaps she'd do as she'd threatened. Perhaps not. That was her decision. This one was his, and he was going to make it damn hard for her to make hers.

He eased upward so she'd know his action was premeditated and began to lap at her, his tongue making the second sweet contact of the night with those slick lips. He didn't rush, didn't try to devour her in one bite. Didn't want to nip at her like a dog and make her jump away. He teased, stroked, made her hesitate on the point of decision of what to do about his disobedience. Whether to follow her own mandate or decide it was worthwhile to take some time to mull it over.

In this position his chin and lower lip had the best access to her clit and so he rubbed her, letting her feel the rough friction of the trimmed fringe of his beard as he delved deeper with his tongue, using his neck muscles to strain higher. Oh, sweet Jesus in heaven. That was a shudder of response against his mouth. As he clamped his lips more tightly over her, starting to suckle around his thrusting tongue, he nuzzled the tiny puckered entrance to her backside with his nose.

She dug her hand into his chest and the upper part of his abdomen for balance. The imprint of all five fingers seared his skin like a tattoo. She began to rub herself against his mouth, the wet heat of her body lubricating her movements so he felt his cheeks, mouth and chin getting damp. He reveled fiercely in it, her taste. He might have sold his soul to take her just once in the quiet, magical dimness of her bedroom.

She started to move toward his feet again, leaving his face. Turning his head, he bit the inside of her leg gently, trying to hold her through persuasion, but she kept going, the skirt of the garment whispering over his face, a trail of pitch black filled with her scent. Her knees moved over his shoulders, then back to the bed on either side of him. When the robe slipped from his face she'd reached his hips. She turned to face him, swinging her leg over his cock and giving him the incredulous hope she'd impale herself, give him that welcoming glove.

Instead, she seated herself on his stomach and untied the robe, letting it drop off her shoulders and pulling it free so she sat upon him completely naked. His gaze moved over her. His lady. His Mistress. Why it was so easy to think of her that way had to be more than just Thomas's training, and he knew it. While he couldn't explain it, he couldn't deny the swirl of primitive desire taking him over, making him willing to do whatever she wanted to accept him.

As all born vampires were, she was perfect. Not a blemish to her pale skin, no memory evoked by childhood scars. Now he could see what he'd known from tasting the sweetness of her pussy, that she had no silky black hair between her legs to match the God's bounty spilling over her shoulders and down her back.

As he watched, she reached between her legs with both hands and came away with wet fingers. Starting to rock her hips again, she stroked herself against his stomach. Bumped his cock with each undulation of her ass, performing a sinuous dance upon him.

His throat was dry as she arched back, a lithe move to trace her damp fingers along the inside of his right leg and then his left. Her backside pushed his cock down with the crescent angle of her body. She ran her hands along the outside of his calves, then his thighs, marking him with the honey she'd gathered on her hands. In that position, if he could ignore the screaming in his neck, he could look down his body to an unimpeded view of her pussy in its glistening state.

She continued to rock upon him in that relentless, slow-rolling motion, creating friction between them. He groaned as more of her juices made tiny tracks over the petals of flesh. Still arched, she brought one hand back there—holy Christ—penetrated herself, thumb rubbing her clit. Then she stretched almost as far as she'd made him do to paint a circle of her fluids on his ankles, the arches of his feet.

When at last she rose, her pale face was flushed. She sank her fingers into herself again, oiling herself all the way to her top knuckles. Sweeping her hands behind her once more, she gripped his cock. Using her dew to lubricate his shaft, she pressed her buttocks around him, rubbing. Slow, up and down.

"Did you know when cats rub their faces against you, they're marking you with their scent?" she asked.

He didn't have a clue as to the price of a newspaper or who was president. He was hypnotized by the glide of her body. The feel of her ass pressed around his cock, sliding up and down, aided by the response leaking from him. Her upper body tilted up, the small breasts quivering, her glossy hair whispering on her shoulders.

"If I decide to keep you, I'll mark you this way often so other vampires know you're claimed. We have a very keen sense of smell."

She released herself abruptly and leaned down over him, her breast just over his mouth. "Please me, Jacob."

   
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