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An elegant St Andrew’s cross dominated the performance area It was a piece of art itself, a dark polished wood, the ends carved with birds and decorative scrollwork, the flat surfaces below the restraint eyelets worn even sles of forers over the silk of those spots, felt the contrasting shapes of the carvings

Glancing over at Niall, he was pleased with the way his servant looked He wore only a dark gray kilt, and his hair was tied back loosely on his shoulders Niall had never been tattooed, not during all these years He was a blank canvas except for Evan’s third mark, the chai symbol on his chest that most in this croould take for a brand They were not entirely wrong

He reht he’d lain in bed with his servant, his hand on that third , inhaling the scent of Niall’s skin as he teased his throat, sipping his rich blood Niall had followed the ured out the shape

A dragon, the sylish?

The Scot’s voice had been thick, trying for a else as Evan tasted hi his hand down Niall’s sto it slow and steady, the way he was taking his nourishment When he was done, he wanted him hard, because he’d roll him over and make him come into the sheets while Evan released inside hion banner, it meant no quarter No rules Total domination

And that’s what ye have over me?

He’d lifted his head, seen his servant’s tawny eyes studying hi that over Evan’s answer had been to shift on top of hi into his hair as he captured his ainst Niall’s stiff cock, the Scot groaned, kissed him back fiercely Evan planted his knee so he couldn’t roll theainst his testicles as he plundered the heatedthe delectable mouth

When he slid back down to press his lips over that spot, Niall’s hand brushed his back,into his scalp as Evan scraped a fang over hi, but he didn’t turn hi to his heart beat As he was doing that, his servant’s mind stilled, as it often did in such e hand between Evan’s shoulder blades, those fingers curved against Evan’s flesh, a need unspoken

Co back to the present, Evan focused on the task at hand He’d ordered Niall to ren so it wouldn’t be affected negatively when the hair returned, but he liked the unique experience of seeing that broad expanse as a tanned, firm canvas Beneath the kilt, Niall was just as bare and fired a vision of pushing his servant to his knees, raking up the kilt and taking hiht here, before the curious early arrivals

Niall was leaning against the cross in a seely casual pose, but now his head lifted, attention shifting to the vampire

"Maybe afterward," Evan n posted outside the silk cord, Artist at Work--please keep voices down to help with creative process, it wasn’t necessary His head would soon enter that space where he would create, tuning everything out The canvas would be everything He’d stood in the middle of a plant factory, otten lost in photographing and sketching the workers’ faces, the nize in themselves as they became one with thewhere the people were overlaid with a depiction of the creation of the world, the divine machinery that put it all into motion It had been one of his more complex works

This was not so co He’d already developed it in his head, and knew eventually Niall would bear three dragons on his flesh Evan could see each clear in his mind, how they would relate to one another on his servant’s skin He wouldn’t do them all at the same time, but every detail of this first, fierce male predator must be perfect A protector for his most iedy of the chaotic mortal world

Niall re uncharacteristically obedient, but he understood the environh to respond to it appropriately, even if it wasn’t his natural way His lips tightened, though, as Evan knelt before hiaze, he slid his hands under the kilt, up the powerful thighs, thuers around Niall’s hips, the curve of buttocks The carnival was so saturated with sexual pro, held in place only by the heavy fabric of the utility kilt