Page 27 of Hardest Hearts


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She lifts her gaze to look at me, before running her tongue around the head of one, and then the other.

Michael mutters a curse and lifts her, breaking her concentration.

Fuck me. Her attention is back on him as he tries to impale her on his cock.

I beckon to Theo. If he wants more than my tail, he’s going to have to come closer.

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Theo/Talon

Ican’t move as I watch her sink onto Michael’s cock. I don’t think it will fit even though I have seen her take it all before, but each time she lifts up and slides down she takes a little more. There is a heat in my blood that has nothing to do with rage and killing. My claws clack together as I imagine grabbing a handful of her hair and thrusting into her.

It’s her hands I want on me, even though I’m not sure what of me there is. I should know what I am, what I look like, and I don’t.

I have feet because I can feel them when I walk.

And I’m pretty sure I have a dick because that is where the heat and need are centered. This time I don’t have to watch and be left yearning for what can’t be. This time they know I am here, and I am close enough to touch. If I didn’t have foot long claws that are made for killing then I would be running my hands over her.

I glance at Joe. This time I can be a part of it.

As much as I liked to be hugged. I want to hug. I want to be able to touch. I want this tension to be released. Their moans, the scent of their lust, fills me with an envy that makes me want to destroy it no matter how much I want to come and change.

The heat of their bodies, the pulse of their blood…it would be easy to slit their throats before they even notice. Their moans will change to the blood-soaked gargle of the dying. The promise of death is stronger than the whisper of pleasure.

Joe lifts his hand and crooks his finger at me. One set of eyes watches Julie, the other is looking at me. It’s disconcerting. I’d have to kill him first. He’s the most dangerous. Without him, the other two would be easy.

Michael is half blind and Julie is soft and warm and would be delicious. I can almost taste her hot human blood. I can’t remember the last time I ate.

I know why I don’t, but the reason seems petty with her so close.

It takes me several breaths to suppress the urge to kill. I have friends. Lovers? I can’t kill them. If I do, I will become even more lost and I don’t want that, no matter how much Under, as Julie calls it, murmurs in my ear.

I want to feel pleasure.

I want to feel like a man.

I want to go home.

I step over Michael’s legs toward Joe. I’m sure he’d rather be jerking Michael off, or fucking her than touching me.

Julie reaches out and wraps a hand around one of Joe’s dicks. He inches closer so she can take the other in her mouth. Yes…that’s what I want. I want her soft mouth around me, her tongue stroking the head of my dick.

Joe’s tail wraps around my waist, moving me closer to him. I cross my hands over my chest, so I don’t accidentally cut anyone. If I did that, they would only let me watch, and I can’t go back to that, not now that I’m a part of this. His tail is warm against my skin and his grip in firm but not tight.

Maybe if I close my eyes, I can imagine I’m being held by hands. But if I close my eyes, then I can’t watch and I want to make sure I remember every sigh and slap of slick skin.

As Joe’s hand reaches for me, he whispers, “you sure?”

Like I’m going to change my mind and stay trapped with the desperate urge and no release. I’ve seen him stroke himself. He knows what he’s doing. I think he’s the only monster I’ve ever seen pleasure himself and I wonder if that’s because he was living with Michael and even if he’d forgotten the attraction, enough remained that he wanted release.

“Let me feel something other than blood lust.”

He nods and I see the understanding in his eyes. I was wrong. It isn’t Michael on the edge of tipping over. It is Joe.

Joe groans as Julie uses her tongue to tease the head of one of his cocks, then he’s reaching for me. I sense the moment the tip of his claw breaches the shadows that surround me. Even though he’s not looking at me, I don’t care. There’s nothing to see.

Julie sucking his dick and riding Michael is far more interesting.

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