The Vampire Queen's Servant (46 page)

He couldn't help his thoughts,
even knowing she was in his mind where she could hear them. She rose, a slow
glide. Keeping his eyes on her, he framed Seanna's breasts in both hands,
lashing at her nipples, using some of his own strength to drive her up again.
Her nails were raking his shoulders, drawing blood, so much like his lady he
had to stifle a groan.

Lyssa was a slow, sensuous
shadow behind the flames of the dim candlelight. She trailed her hand on
Brian's shoulder as she passed him, a mild reminder of her ownership. The
scientist stilled momentarily to watch her, then was drawn back into his
fascination with his own servant.

Seanna gasped as Jacob changed
angle and kept the pace at his own desire. He was getting precariously close,
but he knew it wasn't Seanna's welcoming cunt. It was his lady's approach. As
Seanna went over that cliff, she left him behind, proving the point. Expectant
pulsing energy rushed to his cock as Lyssa moved behind him. Her hand whispered
along his shoulder as it had Brian's, only it changed track, descended. He kept
moving as he felt she desired him to do, his upper body flexing, muscles
rippling under her touch as he fucked a stranger at her command. Her nails
passed over where Seanna had scored him and he shuddered as he felt his lady's
lips touch there, her skirt brush the back of his legs. Her hands came to rest
on his hips. Pressing against his buttocks, she moved with him, her mound
rubbing at the seam of his ass, lower, the tops of his thighs.

"Mistress… my lady…"
His desire became explosive, his need for release ratcheted up to blazing. He
could have gone now, but still he waited… He was following her hands as she
tightened on him, released, driving him in and out more slowly, tormenting him
not from the dragging friction of Seanna's cunt, but from the control her
slender hands were imposing on him. Fondling, directing him, working him as
intimately as if she were fucking him. When he licked at Seanna's breasts with
all the focus of a blind man, the hair on his forehead brushing the base of her
throat, he heard the breath of sound behind him. His lady's breasts, loose in
the soft shirt, brushed his back. The hint of a taut nipple, the rough lacings
at odds with the silken mounds beneath as she kissed his neck.

Would you like to come for
me, Jacob?

Yes, my lady. God, yes.

Then you may. You have three
seconds
—

It exploded from him before she
could complete the sentence. It was all his body had needed. All that mattered
was she'd required it, commanded it. He had no ability to explain why he'd made
that so important, such that every temptation couldn't push him over the way
the whisper of her voice in his mind did now, like a lever flipping.

He rammed Seanna hard against
the table, taking her aftershocks up to the intensity of a climax, her body
arching impossibly as she screamed. There was pleasure in knowing he didn't
have to be gentle, that he could give her pain to assuage some of the shadows
snarling in his soul. Relentlessly he kept fucking her, spiraling himself into
a darkness he didn't know, at the behest of the darkness behind him.

At the moment he came, it pushed
Tara over as well. She screamed, drawing Jacob's attention to see Richard had
turned over the oral play to Liam. The blond servant tongued his Mistress
frenetically while bent over the dining room chair so Richard could drive into
his muscular ass. Liam's guttural response was muffled in Tara's cunt, but it
was obvious Richard was not going to be outdone. Both male servants came at the
same time. Jacob shifted his gaze away, closed his eyes and thought only of his
Mistress. He had no desire to bond with the man who might have been ordered to
fuck him. Or that he would have had to fuck the way Richard was doing now.
Pleasure and disgust warred within him, but he could not deny his Mistress her
pleasure, even to save his own pride.

As Jacob came, Lyssa moved with
him, her body firm against his back, hips curved to his. He dropped to one
elbow on the table over Seanna. The two women worked him together until he was
sure they'd drained every drop he had. When at last they slowed, he had to stay
where he was, head bowed, breathing hard, sides shuddering.

"Magnificent," Richard
murmured. "Lady Lyssa, you've outdone yourself this night."

Jacob felt his lady touch his
hair, a lingering contact gone before he could turn his lips to it. She left
him as if he were Bran and she'd just made him perform some type of trick. As
if the intimacy, the melding of their minds that had driven him to the powerful
public climax, had never existed.

When he had the composure to
raise his head, Richard sat in Tara's chair again and Liam straddled his knee,
facing outward as Richard played with the man's cock. Tara sat on the table,
kissing her servant. Liam held her waist as Richard fondled him. Jacob could
envision she would eventually straddle the servant and wrap her legs around
Richard. Debra was writhing under Brian's touch and softly begging for
permission to come, quiet whimpers like a pleading kitten. Brian was absorbed
in her response, shaking his head to deny her as he continued to work his
fingers on her clit, his fingers wet with her arousal.

Lyssa placed her hands on the
back of her chair, as if using the ornately carved wood as a shield for her
body.

"I think he met the
challenge quite adequately, wouldn't you say, Lord Richard?"

"He's magnificent, Lady
Lyssa," Richard acknowledged. "I'll look forward to tripping him up
another time, another way. I'd love to see him and Liam wrestle for the right
of who gets to fuck whom." Amusement crossed his features. "Though I
still think he'd be more dismayed by winning than losing."

"Indeed." Lyssa
studied Jacob. "Jacob, clean yourself up and get dressed. You've served me
well tonight. Please make sure the floor gets cleaned up. We'll take our coffee
in the library."

"Yes, Mistress." Jacob
pushed himself up, his mind too disoriented from the climax to offer more than
the automatic response. Until he realized what he'd called her. His gaze
flitted to her to find her green eyes alive with something beyond pleasure,
something it oddly seemed she didn't want him to see. She immediately shifted
her attention to what Richard was saying.

Somewhere in his fogged brain he
knew that was a good thing. Because he wasn't at all certain he wanted to focus
too much on what had just happened.

The guests began to rise,
apparently responding to her cue and intending to continue their sensual
pursuits in the library. Brian lifted Debra's quivering body off him, guiding
her as she clutched his arm, her breath shallow with arousal. When Richard took
Liam and Tara out the door just behind the couple, Jacob noted he didn't spare
any attention for Seanna. Perhaps he was displeased with her for losing his
wager. Or he was more involved with Tara and Liam at the moment and wouldn't
give thought to Seanna until he wanted something from her again. When he did,
he of course would assume she'd be close at hand, a well-trained pet.

Seanna's eyes widened when Jacob
took her by the arm, easing her to her feet. Bending, he picked up her clothes
and offered them to her. "There's a bathroom just down the corridor. If
you'd like to wash up, there are towels there." He kept his hand at her
elbow as she got her bearings. "Are you all right?"

She nodded, then started as
Jacob lifted a cloth napkin, pressed it between her legs just as his seed began
to tumble from her, keeping it from traveling down her legs. She shuddered at
the light touch.

"You're a strange one,
Jacob Green," she observed.

When Jacob glanced at her, he
found her expression almost open and friendly. She surprised him by touching
the side of his face the way a much wiser, older sister would have done.
Closing her hand over the cloth, she took it from him. "I'll take
advantage of that bathroom now. My Master will have need of me again before
long. He tends to like to release his cock only between my lips."

Nudity in the dressing area of
the circus was one thing. This open carnality was something entirely different
and new to him. His lady had known that, fully exploited it tonight. He'd
responded to her challenge because it wasn't in his nature to back down, but he
found himself somewhat shell-shocked to think about what he'd done. How aroused
he'd been by it. By his lady's pleasure in his performance.

You know what a sexual
submissive is, Jacob
? He remembered her words,
uncomfortably.

"It's been a pleasure,
Irishman." A slight smile crossed Seanna's face as she drew his attention
back to the present. She ran her fingertips over the flush that had risen on
his neck at her bald words. "I fully expect you to be eaten by wolves
before I see you again, but I hope I'm wrong."

As she walked away, her lush
hips swayed with such natural sensuality he knew it wasn't feigned. Jacob bent,
picked up his clothing. When he looked up, he found his lady standing in the
doorway.

The length of the room was
between them, the images of what had just happened here. Crockery shattered on
the floor, swept there by his temper. He couldn't think of anything to say.
Anything he wanted to say.

He gave a clumsy, short bow,
eager to head for the kitchen and blessed privacy.

"You think you'll ever have
privacy again, Jacob?" she asked softly.

A muscle ticked along his jaw.
He felt his teeth grind together. "I have what my Mis—my lady sees fit for
me to have."
Damn it
.

"Tell me, is that what
bothers you the most?" she asked after a pause that made the air in the
room feel exponentially warmer. "The fact that heeding my will made you
harder than you've ever been in your life, or that your cock wouldn't release
without my command?"

Maybe what bothers me the
most is how you keep refusing to admit what you really want, my lady.

With a curl of his lip that
could only be called a snarl, he turned on his heel and headed for the kitchen,
leaving her alone in the dining area. He'd intended the insult, but knew she
wouldn't call him on it, because they both knew she'd won that round.

The answer to her question had
been painfully clear, so that not even a mental response had been necessary.