"Please," she nods, openly eager.
My body clenches with anticipation.
I untie her coat and slide it over her shoulders, making sure the material scrapes against her skin, intentionally exciting her senses. My power catches a whiff of her arousal and it's like a delectable fruit sliding along my tongue with its sweetness.
The relief of a mere taste has tears springing to my eyes.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t be weird.
Merry is clad in a corset, panties, and stockings held up by garters. "You smell good," I say. It's true, an inviting cherry blossom perfume emanates from her skin.
"So do you," she says. "Like a light, sweet candy."
My anxiety lessens slightly as I realize how well Talon chose for me, yet again. Women are lovely to be with in a different way from men, as there is often a genuine mutual admiration and complimentary nature to the exchange.
I lightly push her hair away from the smooth skin of her shoulders and lean in, slowly enough to give her time to move away. When she doesn't shy back, I press my lips to hers experimentally. They are soft and taste sweet, compelling me to deepen the kiss and slide my tongue past her teeth. When I gain entry, she moans.
I can’t wait any longer.
I sip from her sexual energy. It's the barest trickle but the relief of knowing it is the first taste of a meal I desperately need is near overwhelming.
My hands skate teasingly over her arms and body, and she does the same in kind. Soon we are devouring each other, hands mussed in hair, limbs sliding and pressing against each other.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I need more.
Merry licks and sucks down my jaw as she plucks and pulls at my nipples. My eyes flutter and I meet Talon's hot, focused gaze.
Gratitude swirls and deepens my arousal, and I try to convey it to him with my eyes. We've spent more time speaking through our eyes than with our mouths, though that's been changing recently.
Still, I recognize his relief for me. He can't stand me in pain. Not from a splinter or a bruise. I'll be sure to point out how annoying that is to him later, since he was so generous to share all my faults.
And yet I want him too. Flaws and all. Deeply, forever.
For the thousandth time, I wish it was him touching me. I wish it was his fingers finding my slit the way Merry is, gently running his fingers along it, spreading my wetness and causing my stomach to coil tight with slow building anticipation.
I dream of it being his lips tugging at my aching nipples, pulling and teasing them, sending electric shocks down to my sex.
Talon's intense expression never changes but his stance shifts, and I know he hears my thoughts. I'm broadcasting them as loudly as I can.
I want you with me.
I want you in me.
I always want you.
A hunger pang strikes me in the gut, and I turn my attention back to Merry, kissing her thoroughly until she comes away panting.
Another sip.Delicious.
"Shall we?" she says, tilting her head toward the bed.
I nod.
"Wait." Talon stops me with a word. He picks up the long chain attached to the collar. It could extend across the length of the room, but he wraps a significant amount of it around his fist while giving me plenty of slack. He nods, signaling me to join Merry on the bed.
Again, we speak with our eyes.
I won't let you hurt her. You're safe.
