The sexual nature shifts as Talon dives into the most private parts of me, wrenching them up to the surface. It's all true, but my throat locks. I don’t want to say it out loud, surrounded by all these people pleasuring me.
“I want to hear it, princess,” Talon demands, his jaw clenches with anger. “Say it.”
But I'm already committed. I always have been his, and he's always been mine, and nothing will ever change that. Even if it tortures us for the rest of our lives.
“I’m your good girl,” I sob. “I’m yours.”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Talon says. “You want to come so hard? You are going to take it all. You’re going to be filled and fucked becauseI say so.” He yanks my chain, only hard enough to get my attention.
“That’s it,” he goes on. “Look at me while you come. You know that’s the only way you get there. You need me watching you—owning it.”
I turn my gaze to Talon's eyes. He stands at the edge of the bed, his hand still sliding along his beautiful dick, my leash wrapped on the other.
That’s all I need. My nails dig into the strong chest below. My knees press into the sheets. The moment I have that line of sight, everything inside me tightens. Focus sharpens.
My entire body pulses, shaking. I ride the man below me with desperation, push back against the man behind me, and grind down into the woman's hand.
And I come apart right there in front of Talon, with all of them watching, touching, helping. I scream through the orgasm, legs trembling, vision white.
And I feast.
Chapter 24
A Full Scale Shift
AURORA
The air outside the club is cool and quiet, with only the sound of our boots on the wet concrete. The others we left on the bed, sleeping like the dead but still very much alive. I checked. Twice.
Talon and I don’t speak as we walk. The silence is heavy. The bound-up leash still dangles between us as I didn't bother to take off the collar.
I should be sated. I’ve never fed like that, from so many at once, but part of me still growls with hunger. Not dangerous, not ravenous…Just hollow.
I wonder how long I have before I need to come and top myself off again. That's how I should think of myself. Like a gas tank that needs to be refilled, but never to the top. Always running on less than full, but it’s doable, right?
I’m not the only one left unsatisfied.
I glance at Talon as I shift the pack on my shoulder. He didn’t come. Just tucked himself in his pants and helped me set things right.
I was able to use the attached bathroom for a quick shower, taking a moment for some semblance of normalcy even if I’m not fully sated.
My lashes flutter shut as the echo of Talon's commands still hovers in my ears before etching into my bones. I’ll forever be haunted by the fierce expression of possession and need as he slides his hand up and down his dick.
He exposed himself. Even in front of those other people. Something he’s never done before.
Talon's right. What we've been doing is too dangerous.
But I can’t stop.
I love him. Beyond reason. Beyond sanity.
My heart is so full of him, it's a wonder it hasn’t cracked my ribs open.
We round the corner of the warehouse into a long industrial corridor near the Boston Harbor, the salt tang in my nose. Rusting shipping containers line one side. A crooked blue-and-white street sign marks the dock zone ahead.
Talon slows.
So do I.
