And my bodyknows.
I suck in a breath as he pushes it inside, inch by inch, forcing my body to stretch around the intrusion. I feel every ridge, every slick drag of it until it bottoms out, and I’m gasping, my hands clutching the sheets behind me.
Sawyer shifts on the bed beside me, his chest still rising and falling. He sits next to me, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes, his cock already starting to harden again as he strokes it lazily.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “That’s hot.”
“Give her nipples a pinch,” Talon instructs Sawyer.
The man does as Talon directs, his hand reaching out, cupping my breast, calloused thumb flicking my nipple before rolling it in a pinch. I jerk.
The toy inside me is pulsing now with every slow withdrawal and push Talon gives me, and I can’t focus on anything else.
Talon kneels between my legs, a priest at the altar of his own destruction.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Fighting me when your body wants to beg.”
I shake my head, lips parting in protest, but the moan escapes before I can stop it.
The collar around my throat suddenly feels too tight. My slick is dripping down between my ass cheeks, sticky and obscene. The toy slides in deeper, slower, angling up, and my vision spots.
I lift my eyes to Talon's bare chest. The open leather jacket frames it like a goddamn gift. His body gleams, skin and scales catching the low light of the room, alive with restrained power. Those perfect, ridged abs flexing with every precise movement, the sharp cuts of his hips leading straight to that line of pants I’ve wanted to tear open a hundred times.
Now that I know what’s under them, I’m hungry to touch, to taste, to claim him again. Like no one else ever has, like no one else ever will.
The need rips through me so hard I forget to breathe.
I want him.
Not just sex. Not just pleasure. I miss his fire, his heat, hiseverything. I want to drink down every shard of Talon and feel full again.
But I can’t feed from him. And it hurts me as deeply as I feel the pleasure he is giving me.
Talon fucks me with the toy relentlessly—deep, smooth thrusts, dragging it against every swollen nerve until my vision whites out at the edges. His gloved fingers press into my thigh, anchoring me open as I writhe.
My hands fist in the sheets. I tilt my head back and groan, trying to shut it down, trying to resist the way my power churns, hungry and wild, like a beast clawing at the walls of my flesh.
My hunger turns rabid. A thousand sharp teeth gnaw at the inside of my ribs. My stomach cramps, my skin flushes, my head feels light.
I need to feed. Sex flows all around me. Mine and Sawyer’s energy intertwines though I’m at the mercy of Talon. From him, I cannot drink a drop.
No.
No, no, no.
I can’t feed. I won’t.
But Talon sees it. Sees the change in my breathing. The desperation breaking through my armor. His next thrust with the toy is brutal. Perfect. Cruel.
“Let go,” he says softly. “Stop trying to starve yourself just to prove a point.”
Sawyer reaches down even as he pleasures himself to join Talon’s efforts, rubbing my clit. I gasp, my spine arching off the bed.
“Let me give it to you,” Talon nearly begs. “Let me give you what you need, even if it’s through someone else.”
I clench my eyes shut tight as my senses leave me.
“No,” I protest again even as my body riots, twisting and climbing toward that inevitable peak. Pressure coils, sharp and unbearable, right behind my pubic bone as my stomach flexes almost painfully.
