Bound by the Vampire Queen (Vampire Queen #8)

Jacob inclined his head, surprised Gideon was so cognizant of what was required. The first rule of most vampire after-dinner entertainments was they preferred their servants stripped, with the exception of any harnesses or other sexual embel ishments.

When Jessica swal owed, Jacob met her gaze.

“Close your eyes. Just get lost in it. That's the key.

Remember, everything you're doing is for the pleasure of your Master. Though he might not realize it, you have the ability to make him feel that way. You can make this work for both of you, Jessica. You have that power.”

She nodded. Closing her eyes, a shudder ran through her, but also a deep, deep breath. Moving slow and deliberate, but determined not to treat her like a breakable egg, Jacob pushed the clinging fabric of the black dress down her body. He revealed her demi bra that pushed up her breasts in tempting display, then the brief thong panties and gar-tered stockings. Christ, she was a vision, all toned, smooth muscles from her work with Mason's horses. Gideon dropped to a knee, taking over the removal of the dress over her spike heels. Jacob steadied her as she stepped out of it, though he left on the shoes to make the display all the more delectable.

Good. They all knew what they were doing.

Though he and Gideon had a better sense of what would turn the vampires on, Jessica had an intuitive sense of what fascinated her Master.

As Gideon removed the dress, he dropped it to the side and then leaned forward, pressing his mouth to one buttock, nipping her. When she jumped, he turned it into a flick of his tongue over the silky skin, his large hand sliding along the curve, caressing her. Her head dropped back in response, Jacob setting his hands to her waist to hold her. As he did, he bent to those tempting breasts in the demi-cups. Sliding his mouth over the plumped-up curves, he teased her nipple inside the bra, curling his tongue around it, the friction of his tongue and the lace making her draw in a breath.

He was rewarded with the first tentative scent of arousal, her pussy dampening beneath the thong panties. In the meantime, Gideon went right for the intimate act that would warm their nervous girl.

Those few months of intense training he'd spent with his new Master and Mistress showed now. Teasing between her buttocks with his mouth, he used his tongue against the thong strap, pushing it against her rim and licking her with that covering to increase the friction and sensation. She gasped. The fact her Master took her often meant her body would respond to skil ed lovemaking. Jacob expected she was helping it along by imagining Mason's hands, his mouth. It was what he'd done at the beginning himself, imagining his lady's touch. Her desires.

Even now, what drove him overal , despite the delectable provocation of a female as beautiful as Jessica, was the fact this was commanded by his lady. Despite the casual flow of conversation, he knew Lyssa was watching him, fol owing every movement with razor-sharp attention. In addition to enjoying the visual stimulation of it, she was likely also imagining when he'd done things like this to her.

He knew she took a possessive pleasure in it, watching him exercise skills she'd nurtured as he offered them to another servant, by her will . Even as she imagined it would be her later, the one who owned all that skil , taking advantage of it, marking him as hers anew. And that never ending spiral stirred him further as well.

“Undress us, Jessica,” he commanded. “Make us hard. Make every male vampire watching you hard, including your Master.”

She started with him. As Gideon continued to distract her in ways that had her making little jerks of movement, she unbuckled Jacob's belt, her fingers drifting across the soft stuff of his slacks. When she leaned into him, her mouth closed on his throat, teeth pressing into the jugular.

“Tease,” he muttered, and was delighted by the curve of Jessica's lips against his skin. She was pul ing out of her fear enough to think about the things that particularly aroused a servant . . . and a vampire. “It will make all the lady vampires get wet,” she whispered.

Gideon chuckled against her flesh, bit her hard enough she gave a tiny yelp. “Gotta watch her, Jacob,” he said, glancing up at his brother. “She's meaner than she looks.”

As she slid to her knees and opened his slacks, Gideon rose behind her, fingers playing in her hair.

When the slacks dropped onto the rise of Jacob's buttocks, she kept the belt threaded, holding him to her as she pushed the fabric out of her way. She tongued his cock, stretched out long and thick in front of her.

As good as that felt, she wasn't dealing with two true submissives. After her provocative use of the belt and her taunt, they took the lead away from her.

While Gideon removed her hands from the belt, Jacob slid it free of the loops and let the slacks drop.

Tightening his hand in her hair again, Gideon held her off his brother as Jacob toed off his shoes, got rid of the pants. She glanced up at him out of long-lashed hazel eyes, her lips moist. Jesus, any male with an ounce of Dom in his blood would kil to have her. And since vampires were all Dom, it was no wonder Mason was so protective.

Gideon guided her so she went back down on Jacob's cock, though she had to do it with mouth only because Gideon knotted the belt around her wrists at her lower back. Stripping off his own clothes, he tossed them aside and then knelt behind her anew, guiding those bound wrists so her hands closed over his own cock blindly to stroke as he pushed her farther onto Jacob. Jacob took over the grip in her hair.

With the brothers' intuitive senses, a pure submissive female was a pleasure to read. The more they subjugated her to their needs, driving up her pleasure, the more she'd get lost in it. Jacob dared a glance toward Mason. He was sitting on the fringes of a group, and it appeared Lyssa was drawing him into the conversation. The subject was mostly about the erotic scenarios around them, since the vampires were fully engaged in the display.

Though Mason stil had that unfathomable, vaguely homicidal look, it was obvious that watching his servant service two males in ways she'd serviced him was having an arousing effect on him. Jacob hoped Jessica had some energy left when it was all over, because he sensed Mason would later ruthlessly drive her to that mindless edge again and again, imprinting his claim on her once more.

Jessica had a skil ed mouth and he was close to coming in no time. Mindful of his lady's order, and again blessing and cursing her insight, he slid his cock free of those sinful lips. Her hands were equal y skil ed, because his brother looked like he'd been fighting a similar battle for control. But they weren't the only ones. When Gideon removed the belt and helped Jessica up, her mouth was sensual y bruised, her eyes dazed. Jacob had pushed the bra down when suckling her, and her exposed nipples were erect. Slick arousal marked her thighs.

“Want to practice some of those sparring skills I showed you now?” He kept his voice low, teasing.

“See what you can handle under distraction?” She got her breath back enough to manage a spirited look at them both. “I'm not the one carrying a tree branch between my legs. I think I have a shot at landing a punch or two.”

She was a scrappy street fighter, for all that he and Gideon could outmatch her. Since they both knew how to pul back to pace their opponent, they could make it an engaging match. One the vampires would enjoy, watching the volatile interplay of naked bodies.

However, before they could move into position to engage, Jessica let out a soft moan, rocking forward. Her eyes closed as she slid one hand to her breast, cupping the curve and teasing the nipple.

The other slid down to the juncture of her thighs, dipping into that wetness and rubbing it over her clit with nimble fingers. Lyssa had given each vampire latitude to change up the game as desired, and it appeared Mason had just taken over, to assert his command. Her lips wordlessly formed his name, confirming it.

“Fuck,” Gideon muttered, watching her body undulate precariously. “Let's lay her down, so she can keep doing that.”

Jacob took the hand that had been caressing her pussy. Lifting it to his mouth, he sucked the honey off her fingertips. She moaned again, throat working.

Whatever Mason was saying was sending her close to the edge. If she teetered over it without his leave, then she'd be all his again, subject to his punishment. In a way, it was cheating, but Jacob knew if she was his, he'd do exactly the same.

As they began to lower her down to the ground, she writhed in sudden abandon. It slid Jacob off balance, and as she rol ed off his hands, she landed a hard punch to Gideon's side, sweeping his legs from the floor and slamming him down to his ass.

Twisting behind Jacob, she knocked him in the kidney with a solid kick before she bounced back on her feet, eyes sparkling.

“I haven't forgotten what you taught me on the beach at Mason's,” she told Jacob. “But apparently you have.”

“Oh, it's on now,” Gideon promised, getting to his feet with an anticipatory grin. “You're going down, girl.”

“Thought I just did that.” Reaching back to unhook the bra, she shimmied out of the panties, leaving herself as naked as the two of them. She twirled the panties on her fingers, dancing back and dropping them in Mason's lap with a coquettish smile, those lashes fanning her cheeks once again before she came back to the circle. Mason's amber eyes glittered, a near smile at her playfulness.

There'd been appreciative whistles and catcal s from the vampires at the maneuver, and now the three of them held center stage as they circled. With the element of surprise gone, he and Gideon restrained themselves to keep the sparring evenly matched, a fair exchange of blows and maneuvers that highlighted the naked, muscular and toned forms executing them. Of course, they couldn't be blamed for using their superior fighting skills to exercise quick capture and releases that pressed Jessica between them. They did it several times, until Gideon got a lock across her chest, and Jacob caught her thighs up on his hips, both of their cocks angled for penetration if they chose. He met Gideon's gaze, a silent communication and flick of his gaze that his brother fol owed, giving him a slight nod of understanding.

She was panting, but that vulnerable position had her eyes widening once again. Jacob made a soothing murmur in his throat as Gideon gentled his grip, letting her head drop back on his shoulder as they teased her with the feel of their cocks lodged at her two openings. Reaching between them, Gideon col ected slickness from her pussy to lubricate his way into her ass, painting her rim, inserting the tip of a finger. She made a raw, needy noise.