She had her eyes closed, but she knew when Evan came into the cabin. Niall was the deep parts of the forest, earthy, warm and dark. Evan was the wind through the pines, swirling out over the gorges and through the folds between the mountains.

Keep your eyes closed, Alanna.

Evan’s hands closed on her breasts, thin cloth alone between her taut nipples and the warmth of his palms. Slowly he squeezed, thumbs tracing down the cleft as he brought the curves together. She swayed against Niall’s unbreakable hold, a cry breaking from her lips as Evan put his mouth over her nipple.

They gave her no time to change gears, to go back to docile service. Instead that storm swirled inside her, becoming something new and strange. Violent, needy. Her heart ached like someone was trying to rip it from her chest.

“Master . . .”

I’m here. We have you. You’re ours.

“I need . . . you. Both of you.”

There was no room for anything but the free flow of thoughts. She wasn’t trying to explain her training, but something far deeper. And Evan understood.

“I know, einayim sheli, yekirati. My metuka.” The language was soothing, musical, sensual, and he kept repeating the words as she surrendered to Niall’s strong grasp, leaning into him. The Scot kissed her brow, her eyes, tasted her skin. Her lips felt bereft, but she wanted, needed . . . to do it better. To kiss Evan first. She wanted that chance at a first kiss again.

As his fingers brushed her chin, an acknowledgment, she made a glad sound. The vampire’s mouth covered hers, fangs making a short scrape over the sensitive inside of her bottom lip. When he used his tongue to tease hers into a dance, she realized she’d put her arms around his neck, that dark silky hair at his nape threading through her fingertips. Niall adjusted them forward so she was full against Evan, his arms taking over the embrace as Niall knelt behind her, pulling her skirt down to her ankles and freeing her from it before raining kisses on her bare thighs, large hands stroking her calves and the backs of her knees.

Evan’s arms were strong and sure, holding her against him as he explored her mouth. He didn’t discourage her from using her hands, so she caressed his shoulders, feeling the shape of him, the strength of his upper arms. When he broke the kiss to nudge her head back and take a sharp nip at her throat, her fingers spasmed on his shoulders, nails digging in. She wanted to draw blood, wanted to be . . . fierce. Show him how much she wanted to please him.

She needed to serve, to take care of him. It was what they trained her to be.

No, yekirati. This was part of you long before the Council groomed it. They gave you technique, skills, but you are the artist. Show your desire to serve, to surrender, in the way that fits your soul, not their requirements. That’s what I want from you. I need you to feel who you are, and let that spread your wings. Be a flower feeling the sun, no thought, just reaching for the warmth and the pleasure, because that is what you are.

Spinning on that thought, she dug her fingers into him further as Niall’s mouth touched her inner thigh, his strong hands spreading her so he could use his mouth to tease the sensitive perineum. When the tip of his tongue traced her rim, his hands spreading her wider, lifting her, the stimulation had her bucking against Evan’s hold. This was what she wanted. To be passionately responsive, totally mindless, at their mercy, giving them pleasure . . . simply by responding to the pleasure they were giving her.

She cried out as Niall’s thick fingers slid into her pussy, his mouth still busy on her nerve-rich rear opening. Evan let her fall back against their combined hold as he bent to suckle her breasts once again. She was teetering, off-balance, with no fear she would fall. It was unusual to feel so safe, even while she was whirling through a heavy haze of desire.

The men handled her as easily as a doll between them, though not the kind of doll Evan had denigrated. Now Niall relinquished her fully to Evan, and the vampire hiked her up his body, guiding her legs around his hips as he moved toward the back of the house, toward Niall’s large bed. As he did, he recaptured her mouth. It was at least a three-page kiss, because by the time he was done with it, she was making quiet pleas in the back of her throat from his relentless plundering of her lips, mouth, tongue. When he laid her back on the bed, straddled her waist and opened his trousers, she was already parting her lips, wetting them, her eyes avid for what he was offering.

His long, thick cock was as pale and beautiful as the rest of him. She wanted to close her hands around it, but he’d adjusted his knees over her arms, holding them pinned as he slid closer. When he teased her mouth with the head, making her reach for it, she felt a curious joy at the playfulness. Then that playfulness disappeared, eyes darkening as she cried out, a guttural, yearning noise. Niall had plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, holding her thighs down and open with his powerful hands as he swirled and suckled, then teased her clit. He was going right for aggressive arousal, and she was catapulted up that ramp so quickly, she was almost afraid to take Evan into her mouth, for fear of biting down from the wave of passion that tumbled her in its grasp.

But her Master was demanding she service him, and she rejoiced in his want, his need. She took him deep, no choice, because he thrust hard, pushing into the back of her throat, taking control of the motion so she had to struggle to keep up. A true struggle, with what Niall was doing to her. Oh God, she couldn’t focus. It was too much, Evan’s taste, his organ stretching her lips, requiring mindless submission from her, Niall catapulting her toward orgasm.

Master . . . I can’t . . . I’m going to come . . .

Yes, you are. By our will alone. Let go and feel, Alanna. I want to see it.

She redoubled her efforts on him, trying to do what she should, but it was erratic, her lower body shuddering and jerking in Niall’s firm grip. The orgasm rolled over her, and she was screaming against Evan’s cock, no finesse, sucking him out of crazy need, lost in the pleasure of serving their desires. The dense heat of male lust in the dark room cocooned her like Niall’s coat. Something sure, solid, real.

The Scot kept licking her even after the largest wave of the orgasm had passed, keeping her struggling and moaning. Then they were turning her, lifting her onto all fours. Smoothly, the men changed places, Niall stretching out on the bed beneath her and Evan behind her, his hands firm on her hips.

Take care of him, now, my sweet. While I enjoy your wet pussy.

Yours, Master. It’s yours.

She made a sound of pure ecstasy as Evan filled her, stretching her. Putting a hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her down toward Niall. She clawed at Niall’s shirt, tearing buttons off so she could put her mouth on the dragon tattoo. Niall’s eyes flamed with heat and he gripped her shoulders, exerting pressure. Telling her what he wanted.

Watching you suck me drove him crazy, Alanna. He demands you service him as well.

“Yes, Master.” It was a whisper as she met Niall’s tawny eyes and then lowered her lashes, intent on her goal and his demand.

Working her way down, Evan moving with her, she pulled open Niall’s jeans, pushed the boxers out of the way. Seeing the slit of his cock pearled with fluid made her salivate. Evan was driving in deep, pulling out slow, taking his time despite how hard he was. Vampires never rushed unless it suited their purpose. He’d have her insane with arousal again in no time, not that she was far from it now.

“Show this lazy servant what you can do, eh, lass?” Niall muttered.

When she nipped at his broad head, she earned that dangerous chuckle. “You’ll be under me again, InhServ. Mind those fancy manners now.” He tugged her hair, in lust and reproof.

In answer, she bit him harder, but groaned as Evan sank deep again, staying there this time, rotating his hips as he held hers fast, letting her feel the rub of him against every clenching part of her channel. “Ohhh . . .”

I gave you a command, yekirati. Take care of my servant.

Niall’s cock was thick and hard, ready for her mouth. She felt nourished by the heat and weight of him filling her mouth. He pushed into her throat as she took him just as deep as their Master. Gripping his base, she teased his testicles. He had a heavy, large sack, and she reveled in noting every difference between the men, the overwhelming sensations that came with serving her Master’s cock in her body, while pursuing the sharp pleasure of caring for his servant’s with hands and mouth.

All the way up and down, she used every oral skill she had on Niall’s shaft, working him as relentlessly as Evan was working his cock inside her. Deep plunge, then slow drag up, tormenting all those wonderful nerve endings around the ridge of the head, sucking the pre-cum off the tip, worrying the slit with her tongue. She wanted him to come, wanted to swallow every drop of his seed.

The lass had considerable talents, but it wasn’t that which overwhelmed Niall. He could now clearly see what Evan had suspected was held deep within her. Enthusiastic yet trained compliance couldn’t hold a candle to an uncontrolled passion for surrender. Tightening his fingers in her hair, he goaded her to new heights, even as he had a fierce response of his own.

Fuck. We’re never giving her up, Evan. Never. Not to those bastards.

When their eyes met, he saw some of the same resolve in the vampire’s expression. As well as Evan getting lost in a vampire’s savage lust, his eyes glinting red, fangs baring as he worked himself closer to climax.

It catapulted Niall toward the same finish line. Alanna was rocking against him, her nipples brushing his thighs as Evan thrust into her. Niall’s seed boiled in his balls when the lass made pleading, animal noises against his cock, her efforts becoming more frenetic, bringing them all to the same high pinnacle. God, he wanted to be where Evan was, and yet experience her mouth like this.

There is time, neshama. She has much to learn about true pleasure, giving and receiving.

Overlapping Niall’s fingers on her shoulders, Evan leaned closer to them both, driving into her. Her mouth took Niall even deeper, her cry strangled as Evan sank his fangs into her shoulder right next to Niall’s grip, perfuming the air with the metallic odor of blood mixed with arousal. Her hands scrambled for a purchase, landing on Niall’s thighs to brace herself, every feminine fingertip pressing into his muscles, hard enough to leave bruises. He drove up into her mouth once, twice, and then, at Evan’s nod, he let go, the same moment the vampire did. Their combined release pushed her over.