I nod back.
Sliding between Merry’s legs, we plunder each other's mouths, exhilarating in the soft supple skin of each other. I tear down the corset and tease and tug at her tight brown nipples with my teeth as my fingers rub at the lace panties. I press the roughness of the material against her clit and lower lips until they’re soaked.
Merry's head falls back, and she moans, surrendering to my touch. Another sip.
Fuck. Fae lords. Thank witchtitting gods.
The pain of starvation is slowly but surely being replaced by Merry's sexual energy. Soon her corset is gone, and she's bare from the waist up.
I already know this meal might be the best I've ever had since I've never been so hungry, and she is so very lovely.
Dropping down to my knees, I tug her panties to the side and swipe up her wet pussy with my tongue. Her hips jerk as she gives a pleasured shout. Oh lords, she tastes like honeyed lust, and I’m lost.
The cold crystal chain traces my spine, leading to where he has a hold on my collar. My mouth works harder against Merry, her taste coating my tongue, her moans vibrating down my throat. I spread for him anyway, ass high, offering him the view. The shame of it, the heat of it, the way I’m performing for both of them at once—it makes me wetter than I can stand.
Merry grabs the headboard behind her as my tongue quickly swipes and dips inside her honey. Then I’m suckling, attacking her clit, my hands pushing her thighs further apart, spreading her like a meal for me. And she is.
I take my first substantial drink of her energy.
Oh fuck.
It's so good, hot stinging prickles attack the backs of my eyes. I'm close to weeping with relief.
I need to go slow, but I can't stop myself. I drink her sexual energy in deeply a second time.
A harsh jerk, the crystal chain scraping between my ass cheeks as Talon yanks me out of it.
Too much.
This time I want to cry from frustration, but he's right. I was taking too much, too soon.
As if sensing the dynamic needs to change, Merry directs me up and turns me around so I'm facing Talon up on my knees. Pressed to my back, Merry plays with my breasts, dropping hotkisses over my shoulders. My hips jerk. The apex of my thighs is dripping wet.
Finally, her manicured hand finds my mound. I shout in relief as her fingers rub at my clit. I'd curve over if she weren't holding me up against her with the other hand, still playing with my breast.
"Do you want it slow or fast?" Her husky words send a shiver through me.
"Slow.” My request is raspy.
I look directly into Talon's eyes as she rubs me with deliberate and steady strokes.
I'm trying so hard to be careful, to not lose focus. Grounding myself in Talon helps.
"Spread me so he can see," I tell her.
Surprise registers only slightly on Talon's dark expression, but I know he's rocked by me voicing that out loud.
It feels like we are putting on a show for him. He’s always been privy to my sex life, but this time I’m deliberately involving him.
"Sit back." Merry directs, not even hesitating.
Sitting with my legs spread, knees up, Merry wraps her arms around me to pull my lower lips apart.
"You like that view?" Merry asks, directly addressing Talon.
His throat bobs and his weight shifts again. A hand brushes by the front of his pants as if he is resisting the urge to either rearrange himself or grab hold.
He never has. Not once.
