Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender by Kate Pearce, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Marie Harte, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, Emily Ryan-Davis, Carrie Ann Ryan, Joey Hill, T. J. Michaels, Sasha White Page B
Authors: Kate Pearce, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Marie Harte, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, Emily Ryan-Davis, Carrie Ann Ryan, Joey Hill, T. J. Michaels, Sasha White
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one. I like that about my servant.
He gave her a lingering look, and returned his attention to the child.
“Yes, it was on Debra’s desk. But what’s on my servant’s desk is mine, because she’s mine. Right? You take from her, you better be sure you have the permission of her vampire.”
She wished he felt that way about vampire social gatherings. Especially when Lord Graham was in attendance. She was already hoping they wouldn’t encounter him in Texas, but that was pretty close to his territory. The very thought that he might join them at the Texas overlord’s home had her tightening up, but she sent herself a firm admonishment. There was nothing she could do about it. She’d get through it, as she always did when she encountered him.
With a start, she realized she’d drawn Brian’s attention. His hazel eyes were suddenly much sharper, suggesting irritation. Anger? Because he’d been talking to Kane, she hadn’t expected him to be listening. But even if he was, he didn’t usually care about how she managed her solo appearances at vampire gatherings, anyway. He knew she’d handle them appropriately, for she’d proven she could, repeatedly. She tried to think of something to say to address whatever had aggravated him.
Fortunately Kane distracted them both. He handed her back the candy bar with a dignified nod, though he directed his words to her Master. “I apogize, Brin,” he said.
Brian’s mouth twitched at the solemnly mangled English. “Apology accepted.” Then he broke off a small piece of the candy and handed it over. “Remember what I said.”
Kane’s eyes lighted on John. The boy was already second marked by the young vampire and occasionally offered him blood, though his mother and father were still his primary source for the time being. Jo, a second mark on the estate, also served as his blood nanny when the demands on Lyssa as Council head made regular feedings difficult.
John shook his head vehemently. “Forget it. You’re not putting that sticky stuff on me. Let’s go find Jo.”
As Kane preceded him out of the lab, his stalk a short-legged, less steady version of the haughty sweep his mother had perfected, John gave Debra a hopeful look. “Can I stake him? Just once? You guys could bring him back to life, right?”
Brian chuckled. “Dr. Frankenstein I’m not, John. And I wouldn’t advise saying that around Lady Lyssa.”
“She threatens his life all the time.” John, unimpressed, followed Kane out. A few moments later they heard the boys take off like a charge of cavalry, indulging their favored pastime of striking all the suits of armor on the main hallway that led back to the living quarters of the estate.
Giving her a humorous look, Brian shook his head and turned back to his work on the counter. She studied his back. The nerves in her wrist were still tingling from his lips, her mind whirling at emotions he’d revealed as he delved into her mind. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen later tonight, but he had her unbalanced, for certain. She was afraid, anxious, aroused…anticipating. But mostly afraid. Because her heart was considering the impossible.
Brian was gazing into his microscope with that concentrated set to his mouth that always made her want to nibble on his lips. His hip was cocked, hand braced on the edge of the stainless steel counter, a lock of hair falling over his right eye, which was focused as a laser beam on what he was doing. She could almost feel his mind accelerate, the numerous calculations he was considering in that oblivious sexy pose.
Sometimes when she was close to him working, she had the urge to be like Whiskers. The cat was often found in the furnace room, asleep in a flat, furry puddle on top of the machinery. All those complex interior parts working together to produce a heated, humming vibration. She wanted to flatten herself against Brian, just feel him thinking, breathing. The pulse of his heart and mind made her world
He gave her a lingering look, and returned his attention to the child.
“Yes, it was on Debra’s desk. But what’s on my servant’s desk is mine, because she’s mine. Right? You take from her, you better be sure you have the permission of her vampire.”
She wished he felt that way about vampire social gatherings. Especially when Lord Graham was in attendance. She was already hoping they wouldn’t encounter him in Texas, but that was pretty close to his territory. The very thought that he might join them at the Texas overlord’s home had her tightening up, but she sent herself a firm admonishment. There was nothing she could do about it. She’d get through it, as she always did when she encountered him.
With a start, she realized she’d drawn Brian’s attention. His hazel eyes were suddenly much sharper, suggesting irritation. Anger? Because he’d been talking to Kane, she hadn’t expected him to be listening. But even if he was, he didn’t usually care about how she managed her solo appearances at vampire gatherings, anyway. He knew she’d handle them appropriately, for she’d proven she could, repeatedly. She tried to think of something to say to address whatever had aggravated him.
Fortunately Kane distracted them both. He handed her back the candy bar with a dignified nod, though he directed his words to her Master. “I apogize, Brin,” he said.
Brian’s mouth twitched at the solemnly mangled English. “Apology accepted.” Then he broke off a small piece of the candy and handed it over. “Remember what I said.”
Kane’s eyes lighted on John. The boy was already second marked by the young vampire and occasionally offered him blood, though his mother and father were still his primary source for the time being. Jo, a second mark on the estate, also served as his blood nanny when the demands on Lyssa as Council head made regular feedings difficult.
John shook his head vehemently. “Forget it. You’re not putting that sticky stuff on me. Let’s go find Jo.”
As Kane preceded him out of the lab, his stalk a short-legged, less steady version of the haughty sweep his mother had perfected, John gave Debra a hopeful look. “Can I stake him? Just once? You guys could bring him back to life, right?”
Brian chuckled. “Dr. Frankenstein I’m not, John. And I wouldn’t advise saying that around Lady Lyssa.”
“She threatens his life all the time.” John, unimpressed, followed Kane out. A few moments later they heard the boys take off like a charge of cavalry, indulging their favored pastime of striking all the suits of armor on the main hallway that led back to the living quarters of the estate.
Giving her a humorous look, Brian shook his head and turned back to his work on the counter. She studied his back. The nerves in her wrist were still tingling from his lips, her mind whirling at emotions he’d revealed as he delved into her mind. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen later tonight, but he had her unbalanced, for certain. She was afraid, anxious, aroused…anticipating. But mostly afraid. Because her heart was considering the impossible.
Brian was gazing into his microscope with that concentrated set to his mouth that always made her want to nibble on his lips. His hip was cocked, hand braced on the edge of the stainless steel counter, a lock of hair falling over his right eye, which was focused as a laser beam on what he was doing. She could almost feel his mind accelerate, the numerous calculations he was considering in that oblivious sexy pose.
Sometimes when she was close to him working, she had the urge to be like Whiskers. The cat was often found in the furnace room, asleep in a flat, furry puddle on top of the machinery. All those complex interior parts working together to produce a heated, humming vibration. She wanted to flatten herself against Brian, just feel him thinking, breathing. The pulse of his heart and mind made her world
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