All too soon, that finger was gone. As was his mouth.
Reaching down, he fussed with his breeches. Something warm and hard suddenly prodded my opening. His hand delvedinto the hair on top of my head and tugged, tipping my head back slightly. He snared my gaze.
And rammed deep.
I dragged in a stunned breath at the burning stretch. Shit, he wasthick.And long.
And moving.
He fucked the way he kissed—rough, raw, feverish. The urgent, forward snaps of his hips made my back scuff the woolen sheet. The smarting friction did nothing to detract from the pleasure that streaked up my core with each slice of his cock.
I curled my bare leg around him, using my calf to pull him deeper. The sounds of my moans, his grunts, and the hard smack of flesh got lost beneath the loud flapping of canvas and the moaning of the wind outside.
His gaze never moved from mine, always awash with need, avarice, and something wholly indecent. It wrecked my nerves, battered at my defenses, and made me feel far tooseen.
Something began to build inside me. A tension that kept tightening. Twisting. Contracting. Sharpening.
My head started to feel light and fuzzy as I drowned in sensation. Every time my eyes began to close, he pulled at my hair, making my lids snap open.
The muscles in my thighs trembled as my core began to heat and spasm. I was heading fast toward an implosion and I knew it. Felt it.
I scratched at his back, my breath hitching. “Talon.”
His jaw firming, he hiked up my leg and began slamming deeper and harder.
My release surged closer. Little sparks of pleasure danced in my bloodstream. And in a matter of moments, those sparks became lightning-fast whips of white-hot bliss.
His mouth dropped down on mine, capturing the scream that tore from my throat as my inner muscles spasmed aroundhis dick. His pace turned frantic as he powered into me like a savage, pursuing his own release. Then a thickfuck, yeahgrunt spilled from him as he shoved his cock unbearably deep and went still above me.
I felt his dick swell and throb. Felt the hot splashes of his come. Felt the tension drain from him little by little until, finally, he collapsed on top of me.
Our breaths noisy and ragged, we both lay there, shaking with the aftershocks.
Well, he definitely had a tongue. I’d been ninety percent sure that he had before now, but it was nice to have it confirmed.
Moments later, he withdrew from me and went to his knees. He stared down at me, his languid gaze inscrutable. I didn’t like that. Didn’t like that he’d pulled back from me so fast.
But what had I expected?
It was common knowledge that Talon seemed to view sex as no more than a release valve. He’d kissed me, something that was apparently rare for him, but I wasn’t reading anything into that. The kiss had just been too punishing, too loaded with anger. A substitute for words that he’d never say aloud.
Still, despite having no illusions here, I felt a twinge of disappointment all the same. And it didn’t feel nice to know that he would inevitably view this as a mistake, given he never tangled with candidates.
But I was a big girl. I’d deal with it. And I really had far bigger problems right now.
He stood, crossed to his knapsack, and pulled something out of it. A small cloth. He threw it to me, and I caught it easily.
I cleaned myself up and, like him, quickly redressed. As it occurred to me that we had failed to use anything to prohibit conception, I froze momentarily. Recalling a conversation I’d had with Khalida, however, I quickly shook off my anxiety …
“It kind of surprises me that Eva and Talon didn’t conceive any children, given the length of time they’ve been together,” I had once remarked.
“Vitus took away his ability to procreate,” Khalida had told me. “The god wanted a singular being, not to begin another race. Talon is definitely singular. There’s no name for what he is, really.”
Right then, he opened the tent flap and made a clicking sound. Three Laelaps padded inside. Wanting to thank them for coming to my rescue earlier, I would have headed right for them if Talon hadn’t first gestured for them to lie on their blankets. Fine, I’d do it tomorrow.
He settled on the woolen sheet and patted it once, silently ordering me to lie beside him. No sooner had I positioned myself flat on my back on the bedding than he dragged the cloak over us.
Though he lay on his side facing me, he didn’t close the small distance between us. Didn’t touch me. Didn’t do anything at all.
