Chapter 17 Talon
SEVENTEEN
TALON
Fuck, she’s magnificent.
Mara rolls her hips slowly, grinding against Dredyn’s cock.
Her challenge to all of us goes straight to my dick.
Dredyn’s hands are clamped on her thighs, tight, and I know he’s two seconds from flipping her over and fucking her right on the mat.
Jasper’s on the bench behind us, but I don’t even have to turn around to know he’s just as wound up over this.
“You think this is a game, Princess?” I murmur, pushing off the ropes. My pulse is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. “You throw that out like a dare and expect us to just pick?”
Mara’s lip curves, leaning forward, her palms braced on Dredyn’s chest as she deliberately grinds against him again, dragging a ragged groan out of him. Then, before any of us can move, she’s up, sliding off him and ducking back under the ropes.
She doesn’t look back, just bolts for the stairs, laughter trailing behind her like smoke.
Oh, fuck no.
The chase is on.
The three of us rush up the stairs, me taking them two at a time.
She thinks she can tease us like that and the wolves aren’t going to just come after her?
She’s already halfway down the hallway by the time I hit the main floor.
Moonlight cuts through the large modern windows, painting silver across her skin as she darts toward the bedroom.
She’s still in those tight leggings and sports bra from sparring, every curve of hers on display.
I catch the edge of her laughter turning breathless as she rounds the corner toward the main room.
Dredyn is a goddamn freight train, and Jasper’s flanking my left as the three of us barrel down the hallway.
She wants all of us tonight. Whatever Valen said to her rattled her cage, and this is how she wants to put the bars back together—remind herself who she belongs to.
Game on, Princess.
I shoulder through first, heart pounding, cock already straining against my sweats. The room’s dark except for the glow from the hallway spilling across the bed. She’s standing at the foot of it, chest rising and falling fast, eyes bright with triumph and anticipation.
“Caught me,” she whispers, voice husky. “Now what?”
Dredyn’s behind me, breathing hard, and Jasper steps in last, closing the door with a click.
I stalk forward, slowly, letting her see exactly what she’s unleashed.
I reach her in two strides and cup her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip. “Now, we finish what you started.”
Her pupils are blown wide, lips parting on a shaky exhale. She leans into my touch, and her mouth opens under my thumb. She nips the pad of it, making my cock throb.
I don’t answer her with words, I answer with my mouth on hers. She melts into it instantly, fingers twisting in my shirt, pulling me closer, like she can’t get close enough. I taste beer and adrenaline and her, and it’s fucking addictive.
Dredyn slips behind her, sandwiching her between us, his hands sliding under the hem of her sports bra, pushing it up and off. She breaks the kiss on a gasp as he palms her breast, thumb rolling over her nipple and tugging hard.
“Thought you could run from us, Hellcat?”
Mara arches between us, head falling back onto his shoulder, exposing the long line of her throat. “Maybe I just wanted to be caught.”
Jasper catches her wrists, lifts one to his mouth and bites down on the inside of her forearm. His other hand slides down her stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of her leggings and tugging them down her hips.
I drop to my knees in front of her. She looks down at me, lips swollen, chest heaving. Whatever Valen said tonight still lingers in her eyes, and I hate it.
So, I do what I do best—make her forget about everything else in the world.
I press my mouth to the soft skin just above her panties. She jerks in the others’ arms as Dredyn holds her up now, one thick arm banded under her breasts, the other sliding down to cup her through the fabric while I peel her leggings the rest of the way off.
“Fuck, Talon,” she gasps as I drag my tongue up the inside of her thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive crease where leg meets hip.
I hook her leg over my shoulder and lick into her like I’m starving.
Her hips start to chase after my tongue and I work faster.
She’s soaked already, thighs trembling, and every moan she lets out goes straight to my dick.
Jasper turns her face to his and kisses her, swallowing all of the moans I elicit out of her with my mouth.
I slide two fingers into her, curling them just right and she rips away from Jasper’s mouth to cry out. “That’s it, Princess,” I murmur against her clit, sucking hard enough to make her knees buckle.
Jasper signs something above me to her that I can’t make out, but Mara does and nods.
She comes fast and hard, clenching around my fingers, her whole body locking up as the orgasm rips through her.
Dredyn holds her through it, growling praise in her ear, while Jasper strokes her hair back from her damp forehead.
But we’re nowhere near done.
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and she looks up at me. Dredyn spins her around before she can catch her breath, bending her over the edge of the bed. He’s already shoving his sweats down, cock thick and heavy in his fist.
“My turn,” he says as he fists his dick before lining up and pushing in with one thrust.
Mara’s back bows, a low moan tearing out of her as he bottoms out. Jasper’s in front of her now, kneeling on the mattress, guiding her mouth down onto him. She takes him eagerly, hollowing her cheeks, one hand braced on his thigh while the other reaches blindly for me.
I strip fast, climbing onto the bed behind Dredyn’s rhythm.
He’s fucking her hard, hips snapping, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Every thrust pushes her further onto Jasper, and the sight of it—all three of us connected through her—makes my chest tight in a way that has nothing to do with lust.
This is ours.
She is ours
And tonight, we’re reminding her that in a world like ours, we’re the only ones she needs to believe in.
I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back, mouth at her ear as Dredyn drives into her and Jasper threads his fingers through her hair. “You’re right where you belong. You’re ours. No one takes you again. Understand?”
Dredyn’s behind her, cock still hard and pressing against her ass. He grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. “Answer us when we talk to you, Hellcat. Who owns this filthy little body?”
“You—all of you.” She gasps, arching into him
Jasper signs, “Good girl. Now take my cock in that pretty mouth again.”
We move, lifting her onto the mattress and positioning her on her hands and knees between the three of us.
Dredyn kneels behind her, sliding back inside her, making her cry out.
Jasper’s in front, fisting himself as he guides her mouth back down onto him.
And me? I’m at her side, one hand wrapping around her throat from the front, fingers pressing just enough to feel her pulse race under my palm.
“Remember when he took you?” I whisper, leaning close as Dredyn starts fucking her slow and deep, making her rock forward onto Jasper with every snap of his hips. “When we couldn’t find you? Thought we’d lost our pretty little slut forever?”
She moans around Jasper, her eyes watering as she looks at me. There’s pain there, but it’s mixing with the heat, the need. We’re corrupting the trauma, turning it into something twistedly beautiful.
Dredyn slaps her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Look at you now, Hellcat. Taking three cocks like the greedy whore you are. Bet you missed this—being our fuck-toy.”
Her body clenches visibly, a whimper escaping as Jasper threads his fingers through her hair, holding her down, forcing himself deeper. He signs with his free hand, “You were made for this—for us.”
I tighten my grip on her throat and I can feel Jasper’s dick ramming into the back of it, making her eyes go wide as she bucks against Dredyn, chasing to the edge of her orgasm.
“That’s it. Feel it? We’re the only ones who get to choke the life out of you.
” I release her, and she sputters around Jasper’s cock, trying to suck air back into her lungs, her whole body is shaking as an orgasm wracks through her. “And bring you back screaming.”
Dredyn picks up the pace, pounding into her relentlessly, his hands digging into her hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Like you were waiting to be ruined again. But you love it, don’t you?”
She nods frantically, pulling off Jasper just enough to gasp. “Yes! Fuck, yes. More.”
Jasper doesn’t let her talk long. He pushes back in, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts, his abs flexing as he watches her take it. “You’re so perfect, taking our cocks.”
We almost lost her. Chase and her family had her for over a month. The Syndicate could have hidden her away forever and we’d never know what it felt like to have her under us again.
I will kill any man that ever tries to take her away from us ever again.
I slide my fingers between her legs, where Dredyn is pounding into her. “Come for us, Princess. Now.”
She shatters and Dredyn follows her over the edge next, spilling deep inside of her.
Jasper’s next as he comes down her throat.
The moment they ease out of her body, I pull her into my lap, her body limp and spent against mine.
She’s crying softly now. I look down, worried, but see nothing but relief on her face.
“I missed you,” she murmurs, burying her face in my neck. “All of you. So much.”
“I know, Hellcat,” Dredyn says, collapsing beside us, his chest rising and falling hard, one possessive hand splayed over her hip. Jasper’s on the other, forehead pressed to her shoulder, fingers tracing slow patterns along her spine.
The king-sized mattress is not built for four of us, especially when three of us are pretty large men.
“Move your giant ass, Dre,” I mutter, shoving at his thigh with my foot. “You’re hogging half the bed.”
Jasper smirks, reaches over Mara’s back, and flicks Dredyn’s ear hard enough to make him flinch. Mara lets out a soft, watery laugh against my chest.
I press my lips to her temple. “Stay put, Princess. I’ll get a cloth.”
She clings for a second longer, then lets me go. I slide off the bed, pad to the en suite, and run warm water over a soft washcloth. When I come back, Dredyn’s already pulled her into his lap, cradling her like I was before I left.
There’s barely room for me when I climb back in, but I wedge myself in anyway—my front to her front, one of her legs hooked over mine. Dredyn grumbles about space, but he shifts to make it work, and Jasper just reaches across her to shove at both of us until we settle.
I run the warm cloth gently between her legs, cleaning her up with slow, careful strokes. She sighs, eyes fluttering shut.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
Dredyn’s hand covers mine for a second, helping guide the cloth, then he tosses it toward the laundry basket and pulls the duvet up over all of us. Her small body is sandwiched between the three of us, my arm under her neck, Jasper’s draped over her waist, Dredyn’s leg thrown over both of ours.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Whatever it is, we’re right here,” I say.
She takes a shaky breath. “Valen... he told me how the Syndicate really works. It’s not one man at the top, it’s three. One from each house—DSN, PTO, OCK. Three bloodlines that vote on everything.”
Dredyn’s hand tightens on her hip. “We know that part, Hellcat. We’ve heard the rumors, anyway.”
But I’ve never heard of that.
“No.” She swallows hard. “Valen’s father is one of them—the PTO seat. Dayton Hughes’s dad was DSN’s, but he’s dead. And the third... The third is one of the OCK fathers. One of yours.”
One of ours.
One of our fathers is part of the machine that hurt her, that sanctioned Chase. That almost killed her.
I force my voice to remain steady, even though rage is clawing up my throat. “You’re sure?”
She nods against my chest. “Valen wants them dead—all three. Says it’s the only way to end it. He asked me to... to find out which one.”
Dredyn scoffs. “That pretty bastard wants you anywhere near this?”
“He said he’s trying to dismantle it, that it’s worse than we know—trafficking, real trafficking. He’s seen the books. But I don’t... I don’t know what to believe anymore.”
Jasper shifts, propping himself up on an elbow so he can see her face. “We will verify Valen’s story, and we will figure this out.”
She turns to look at him, eyes wet again. “If it’s one of your dads... how do I even look at you the same? How do we—”
“Hey.” I cup her face, making her look at me. “Listen to me. Whoever’s sitting in that seat, it’s not us. We’re not them. We chose you. We’ll keep choosing you, over family, over blood, over everything.”
Dredyn’s voice is as rough as gravel. “If one of our old men is a part of this, we’ll handle it, together. You did the right thing by telling us instead of hiding it from us. You don’t spy for Valen. You stay right fucking here, with us.”
Jasper nods. “We protect what we love.”
She starts crying again, and I pull her closer, feeling Dredyn and Jasper do the same until she’s completely surrounded, no space for the world to get in.
“We’ve got you, Princess. No more running. No more secrets you carry alone. We’re in this together—all of it.”
The bed creaks as Dredyn shifts again, grumbling under his breath. “Still too fucking small for this cuddle pile. Tomorrow, we’re buying a California king. Or two mattresses we can push together. I’m not spending another night with Talon’s bony ass in my ribs.”
Jasper snorts silently. “Your snoring is the real crime.”
Mara laughs through her tears—a small, broken sound that turns real when Dredyn tickles her side in retaliation.
We stay like that, tangled and arguing over bed space and snoring volume, until her breathing evens out and the crying stops. Until she’s asleep between us, safe.
Because now we know.
One of our fathers is a monster.
And tomorrow, we start figuring out which one.