16. Alex
Chapter 16
Alex
Alex clung to the demon before him like he needed him for survival, and he was beginning to think that maybe he did. He and Talon felt inevitable. Everything about Talon, every sharp edge, seemed to fit into the gaps of Alex’s lonely life. Empty spaces he hadn’t even known were there.
His mouth opened to accept Talon’s tongue, their lips crushed together between their teeth like neither of them could get close enough.
Talon tugged him off the stool, one arm like a steel band around his back and the other gripping the back of his head tightly to hold Alex how he wanted him. It felt like Talon was trying to consume him.
“Turn around,” Talon ordered, spinning him to face the island.
Heat burned through him as Talon opened his jeans and pushed both them and his underwear down at once, leaving them bunched halfway down his thighs. One hand pressed against his back, bending him over the island, and a weak sound left him. He was too vulnerable like this, embarrassment mingling with the heat.
And then Talon knelt behind him, and his blood ignited in his veins. Strong fingers pried his cheeks apart, and Talon buried his face in the heart of him.
“Talon!” he cried out, his voice strangled, and his knees quaked. Talon’s wet tongue lapped at his hole and then speared into him. A low groan spilled out of him, and he pressed his cheek to the cool marble, gripping the edge with white knuckles.
Clever fingers snuck between his legs, wrapping around his length and pumping it in time with the tongue fucking in and out of him. Alex was hurtling toward the end embarrassingly fast, circling his hips between the two points of maddening pleasure. His body shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Talon, please, please,” he said mindlessly.
Talon stood, pushing his shirt up and trailing kisses up his spine. He tugged the shirt up and off, reeling Alex back against him. Strong fingers closed around his throat, urging his head back onto Talon’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, little bird, I’ll get you there,” Talon crooned in his ear, mouthing at the bruise on his shoulder, shaped like Talon’s teeth. “And I’ll make sure you enjoy every second. Let go of your rage for now. Let me carry it, and I’ll return it to you when we’re done.”
It was far too easy to relax in the safe circle of Talon’s arms. From the moment they’d met, Talon had done nothing but try to please him. Surrendering to him now felt like a foregone conclusion. Talon stroked his cock as though rewarding Alex for obeying, and a moan pitched from him.
“Go upstairs,” Talon said, tugging Alex’s jeans back up so he could walk. “Get naked. Make yourself comfortable on my bed. I’ll join you in a moment.”
Alex slid away, gripping his jeans to keep them from falling again and turning around to look at Talon, who was watching him with half-lidded black eyes. He was as beautiful as he was dangerous, a thorned rose, drawing unwitting hands toward its beauty only to sink into their skin when they were off-guard. But somehow those thorns curled away when Alex got close. Talon had never been anything but kind to him.
Alex pressed closer, wanting to see what happened when he disobeyed. Dark brows rose as though Talon couldn’t hide his surprise, but no anger manifested itself. He drew Talon into a slow, wet kiss, backing him against the island. Talon opened for him at once, letting Alex explore the taste of him and set his own pace. His hard length was obvious through his sweatpants, pressing into Alex’s hip, but he made no move for more, letting Alex lead.
“You constantly surprise me,” Talon said between kisses. “When I expect you to resist, you obey. When I expect you to obey, you resist. And I am a very hard man to surprise.”
You’re not even a man at all, Alex considered saying, but it seemed like pointless semantics when the evidence of his manhood was a rigid outline pressing into Alex’s hip.
When Alex made no move to go toward the stairs, Talon rolled his eyes good-naturedly and manhandled Alex around. Keeping his hands on Alex’s hips, he marched him toward the black metal staircase.
“I’m not fucking you over the kitchen counter—today,” Talon said. “I have a feeling you’ll be more comfortable in the bed, fragile little human that you are.”
“Hey,” Alex protested halfheartedly, valiantly ignoring the way his whole body flushed with heat at Talon’s words.
Upstairs, Alex’s gaze was immediately drawn to the sprawling bed in the center of the room, with luxurious black sheets and blankets and a wrought-iron headboard. Tall bookshelves lined the glass wall that overlooked the city, blocking out much of the light and casting the bed in shadow. He supposed that was necessary for someone nocturnal.
Talon quickly divested Alex of his clothing and shoved him down hard onto the bed, which was as soft as expected. He shifted around, resting his head on a pillow that smelled like Talon, like soap and tobacco and spice, and watched as the demon pushed his waistband down.
He was wearing nothing beneath the sweatpants. His body was lean and long, and his cock bobbed free of the fabric, flushed red and uncut. He was beautiful, and Alex distantly wondered if he would ever tire of looking at him. He looked like a marble statue, his raven black hair and midnight eyes a stark contrast against the perfectly white canvas of flesh.
Alex’s mouth watered with the desire to taste him. He scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled Talon between his legs. His full cock was almost at eye level, and Alex’s stomach flipped at the prospect of putting it in his mouth. He’d never done that before, but he wanted .
“Little bird, speak your mind,” Talon said, carding clever fingers through Alex’s short hair.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” he rasped.
“Mm. If I ever say no to that, you can assume something is very wrong.”
Alex huffed out a laugh. “Only, I’ve never—done that before.” He stroked his hands up and down the back of Talon’s thighs, reveling in the sensation of coarse hair and bare skin on his palms.
An animalistic growl vibrated out of him, and Talon tilted his head back like he couldn’t bear to look at him.
“I expected as much. It pleases me very much to be your first—and your only.” Strong fingers threaded into his hair, gripping just tight enough to feel possessive. “Your only , little bird.”
“Yes,” Alex agreed breathlessly. “Just you. Only you.”
He gently wrapped his fingers around Talon’s length, smiling at the sound the demon made. He pulled the foreskin back to reveal the plump head and, recalling what Talon had done to him, pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip.
A quiet noise left Talon, and Alex suddenly understood what he meant about feeling powerful when someone surrendered. Talon could probably snap him in half if he wanted, but he was making himself vulnerable for Alex, letting Alex bring him pleasure.
He sucked the head into his mouth, humming curiously at the taste of clean skin as he suckled lightly. Talon’s fingers curled firmly around his head. The barest amount of pressure in his fingertips had Alex sliding forward, taking his cock deeper.
“ Ah ,” Talon sighed. “There you go. Don’t worry, I won’t give you more than you can handle.”
How did the power shift so quickly back out of his control? Alex stopped wondering, his free hand gripping Talon’s hip while the demon slowly, patiently, fucked in and out of Alex’s mouth.
“You’re so good,” Talon praised as his cock inched deeper. “So fucking perfect for me. Just relax. See how much you can take.”
Alex’s awareness went a little hazy as Talon worked himself in and out of his mouth. His eyes grew heavy, and even when Talon brushed the back of his throat and his gag reflex convulsed, it wasn’t enough to bring him fully out of it.
“That’s enough, little bird. Lie back and let me take care of you now.”
Alex had no reason to resist this time, so he laid down and shifted his hands under the pillow beneath him. Cold metal met skin, and a bite of pain had him drawing away with a grunt.
Talon, withdrawing a clear bottle of lubricant from the bedside table, froze. Black eyes turned toward him, finding the line of blood on the heel of Alex’s hand.
“Knife under your pillow?” Alex asked, studying Talon’s careful expression.
“Always. Alex…” Not little bird . Talon rarely said his given name.
He’d heard stories about demons drinking human blood. He’d never known for sure whether it was true.
Throwing caution to the wind, he angled his knees up, making a space for Talon between them, and held out his hand. “Do you want a taste?”
Talon was on him in a heartbeat, bearing him down into the mattress. Their cocks rubbed together deliciously as Talon guided his hand up and sealed his mouth around the cut with a wanton moan. The suction of his mouth drew a gasp from Alex, but it didn’t hurt. Talon’s eyes rolled back as though Alex tasted divine.
Talon turned his head and captured Alex’s mouth, and Alex tasted the iron of his own blood on Talon’s tongue. He fucked into the vee of Alex’s hip, sliding their cocks together with zero finesse, like he was desperate for it.
Talon popped the cap on the lube, smeared some on his fingers, and shifted back without breaking their kiss. A moment later Alex felt one digit press inside him, that burning stretch that was quickly growing familiar—even pleasant, because he knew pleasure would soon follow.
“Knees up,” Talon said raggedly, and Alex lifted his knees, cradling Talon’s sides. “Keep them up. I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re gonna feel so perfect.”
“Talon,” he groaned, rocking against the finger now deep inside him. There was no trepidation in him over what they were about to do. He trusted Talon to make him feel good. Just as he’d known how much Alex could take when he was sucking him, he trusted that Talon knew how much he could take here, too. “More, please, more.”
Talon obliged, and a second finger joined the first. A pitiful moan left him, the burn overriding the pleasure. Talon quickly kissed down his body and swallowed his cock to the root, distracting him from the burn as he scissored his fingers and added a third. It felt like too much, like he was going to burst. A sheen of sweat coated his skin, and he couldn’t stop the way his body writhed at the intrusion. Talon went slowly with him, fucking his fingers in and out with careful deliberation until the way finally eased.
Pleasure coiled in Alex’s gut, and soon he was writhing with new purpose, fucking himself down on those fingers and up into Talon’s mouth. He could just imagine how much better Talon’s cock would feel, his body blanketing Alex, his hands and mouth on him.
“Please, Talon, I’m ready, please .”
Talon came off his cock with a pop . “You’re ready, huh? You want me to fuck you?” He opened the cap on the lube and squirted some into his hand, coating his cock generously.
“Yeah, yeah,” Alex breathed. He slid the knife out from under the pillow, studying the gleaming blade in the light.
Above him, Talon went very, very still, one hand wrapped around himself and the other resting on Alex’s inner thigh.
Pain didn’t bother Alex. He was a paladin, trained to be a warrior. With a smirk, he pressed the tip of the blade under his collar bone and drew a short line of crimson beading to the surface. The blade was so sharp he barely felt the sting.
Talon pushed his knees up, and Alex tossed the knife to the edge of the bed. The fat head of his cock pressed against Alex’s hole, and they both groaned as it pressed past the first ring of muscle and slipped inside. Then, Talon fell forward as though helpless, sealing his mouth to the wound and sucking hard as he worked his cock in and out of Alex’s willing body until he was as deep inside as he could possibly be.
The breath was stolen from Alex’s lungs as their bodies became one. It hurt, yes, but the pain was bright and good , like a splinter removed from the skin. A sense of rightness settled inside him. This was the way things were meant to be. Him and Talon, together.
Talon lifted his head. A droplet of blood clung to his bottom lip, which he absentmindedly licked away as he pressed their foreheads together.
“Tell me when you’re ready, little bird.”
He struggled to take a deep breath, and when his lungs filled with air, he nodded. “Okay. Okay, I’m ready.”
Fingers curled under Alex’s shoulders as Talon moved his hips, withdrawing and then tunneling back inside. Alex’s mind went blank. He lost his anger at the guild, his anger at the thing that killed his family. All he knew was Talon.
The pain faded, replaced with a sensation of fullness. Sparks of pleasure exploded under his skin with every thrust, and he couldn’t stop the moans from spilling past his lips. He never wanted it to end. It was all skin and heat and boiling pleasure, building in his gut.
At some point Talon reached between their bodies and took his neglected length in hand, stripping him in time with his pounding thrusts. Heat burned down his spine, and he arched, throwing his head back and screaming as his orgasm hit him.
Talon came with a muffled groan against Alex’s chest, his cock jerking in Alex’s sensitive hole.
Turning his head, Talon kissed him, lazy and sloppy, as they both shuddered through the aftershocks. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move, and Alex had no problem bearing his weight. Their hands idly explored each other’s bodies, carding up into sweat-damp hair and learning all of each other’s dips and curves. When he finally slipped from Alex’s body, Talon sat up and pushed his knees up once more, leaning in to inspect his leaking hole.
“Oh, little bird, you’re beautiful, all filled up with my cum,” he murmured, massaging a thumb over it.
Alex mewled.
“That feel good, baby?” Talon kissed his knee. “Are you sore?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Sorry, but I’m what they call insatiable,” Talon said, pressing his thumb just inside the hole and tugging at the rim to eke another moan from Alex. “I’ll do my best to let you recover.”
“Then get up here and stop messing with me,” Alex said, though it lacked heat.
Talon grinned, crawling up his body to kiss him tenderly. Alex wasn’t sure he would ever stop hungering for more of Talon’s affection, greedily opening up for every slick kiss. He would never tire of this.