Free Vampire Trinity by Joey W. Hill Page A

powerful experience, and she enjoyed seeing the pleasure and wonder cross Debra’s face as she adjusted her pace accordingly.
    Gideon had turned his head, but now Anwyn directed his eyes back down. “Keep your attention here.” She placed her fingers at her collarbone, ran them down her sternum, into the folds of her shirt. “Don’t look up until I say you can.”
    Do you want me to bark and roll over, too?
    We might play fetch later, if you’re very good. Curling her hand in his hair, she tugged, not gently. He held his position, enduring the discomfort, his blue eyes intently studying the rise of her breasts, the valley in between. He was a breast man, she knew, and he liked hers exceedingly well. He’d quickly learned her ability to read his mind could be turned against her, so that he showed her in painstaking detail how he would run his tongue down that valley, tease in between, scrape the pale skin with the rough shadow of his beard, move over to take the nipple deep, suckle her hard . . .
    Her pussy contracted around his head, and his gaze flickered in triumph, his lips pressing together, for of course his thoughts stoked his own arousal.
    Keep pushing, Gideon, and I’ll have her change out that dildo for something much larger and thicker. Something far more like Daegan’s cock.
    His gaze snapped to hers. The recoil in his mind from such a threat was far more volatile and emotion-driven than his flat rejection of Brian or any other man touching him. But she doubted Gideon realized the significance of that difference in reaction, or what it told her.
    Eyes back down, Gideon. If you want to please me. And so Brian can get his readings.
    He hasn’t gotten any for a near-death experience yet. But his gaze left hers, returned to her breasts.
    Arching a brow, she ran a hand up his flank, nails digging in a little. You don’t seem to have any wooden stakes on you, vampire hunter. But impaling me on this would be quite a way to go. She lifted her hips, taking him deep again, clamping her muscles so it was a slow, tight drag back down to the head that made him grimace, mutter a quiet oath.
    She missed the razor tips she used to wear beneath her nails, but until she learned control over the seizures, they were a tiny pleasure she couldn’t risk. She liked the way his body reacted when she left cuts on his flesh. He was particularly sensitive around the nipple area.
    Debra had arrived behind him, and Anwyn glanced toward her, her gaze traveling over the woman’s breasts, the slope of abdomen, the well-greased dildo bobbing gently between her legs. When she met Debra’s gray eyes, the servant acknowledged her, then swept her gaze down, acknowledging her dominance. It was similar to working with Janet, Ella or Charlene, her Atlantis staff submissives, except this woman never had an end of shift. Her life was devoted to serving Brian, in whatever way necessary.
    The type of slave almost impossible for a human Dominant to obtain in a civilized society. Feeling that familiar yearning return, she also remembered Daegan’s words to her before he left. I wanted you as my servant, but in truth, perhaps what drew me to you was that you were a vampire in every other way but blood.
    The desire to own someone down to the soul was a human sin, the desire of a god. She shied away from the thought, even as her vampire blood eagerly embraced it. Perhaps that was why the gods had given her Gideon temporarily. The humbling reminder that even a vampire couldn’t always have what she wanted.
    But she did have this moment. “Debra,” she said, her voice low so it wouldn’t break over the tiny storms of sensation emanating from that provocative joining point between her and Gideon. “Touch him in whatever manner you wish before you put that inside him. I want to see you enjoy him.”
    It was like giving a child free run of a candy store, she thought, watching Debra’s gaze travel from Gideon’s tense broad shoulders, down the