Chapter 8 The Reward
The Reward
Talon lifted his witch’s motionless body from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. He held no illusions anymore—this was his witch. Gods help anyone who tried to take her from him because he’d rip them apart and stomp their corpses gleefully into the ground.
He washed her carefully, making sure the cuts were clean and covered, checking her for other injuries as he went.
He’d always been one to take good care of his toys.
She was exhausted, and she’d certainly wake up sore in all sorts of interesting places, which pleased him.
His witch was tough enough for his most unhinged desires.
She’d proved that tonight. He hummed softly as he worked, pulling her into his arms when he was done to return her to bed.
After braiding her hair, he tucked himself around her and kissed her temple. He lowered his hand between her legs and stroked her there idly, just because he could.
He let her sleep for a few hours before his lust for her riled him again.
Settling between her delectable thighs, he nuzzled into her soft, inviting cunt.
He worked gently, because he didn’t want to wake her before he’d had his fill, kissing and licking and nibbling every inch of warm, slick flesh.
She tasted fucking amazing, and he’d never get enough.
Spreading her wide, he licked her with long strokes of his tongue.
She shifted under him and moaned softly, but didn’t wake.
Her arousal climbed the longer he worked, until she was coiled so tightly, he knew she was right on the edge.
He held her there for a few minutes so he could enjoy the soft sounds she made as he invaded her filthiest dreams.
He slurped her clit between his lips and sucked hard. She jolted awake under him, her back arching and her thighs tensing. She bit her lip so as not to cry out. Her hand settled on his head and pulled him closer.
Her fingers tightened around his horn when he sucked again. “Fuck, Talon, that’s so good.”
His name fell from her lips on the sexiest sigh and did strange things to his chest. He hummed into her cunt as he continued to feast on her. He held her on the precipice for a long time because he didn’t want the moment to end. Her grip on his horn felt proprietary, felt right.
All he wanted to do was worship her. He kept on with slow, patient attention until his name was on her lips again in a gasping, trembling plea. He pushed her gently over the edge and held her while she quaked under him, his mouth still savoring the taste of her.
When the last of the aftershocks finally eased, he turned her onto her left side and cuddled in behind her. His fingers stroked her thigh, near his mark.
“Go to sleep,” he rumbled into her ear.
She wiggled against him, murmuring pleasantly, and then did exactly that.
Beam woke nuzzled into the warm, magnificent smelling man who she had claimed as her own weeks ago, but who had finally returned the favor. She was pressed into the side of his chest with his arm around her. It was the second-best way to wake up.
“Do you ever sleep?” she decided to ask, since he was in bed with her for a change.
“Rarely.”
“What do you do all night while I’m over here snoring?”
“Mostly plot new and interesting ways to wake you up.”
She laughed. “I’ve liked all the ways you’ve come up with so far.”
He let out an amused grunt and moved to part her unresisting thighs, fingers brushing over the marks that were already healing under the plastic film. “Do we need to talk about this?”
“No, I’m pretty clear on what it means.”
His hand slid up. “It means this cunt is mine,” he said as he cupped her possessively.
She sighed, resigned to her fate of never not wanting him. “I understand.”
“I’m happy to discuss terms, though, if you want to.”
“I like the terms we’ve established.” She rested her chin on his chest. “What language is this?” she asked as her fingers traced a few of the symbols inked over his ribs.
“Korean,” he said, but didn’t offer more.
“Is that where you’re from?” she prompted again, after a few beats.
“Yes.” He paused but seemed to pick up on the fact that she wanted to know more about him. “I miss it sometimes. I haven’t been back in a long time.”
“Kai said Emil keeps his guards pretty busy.”
Talon nodded. “We get regular days off, but not usually long enough for a trip like that.” He picked up her hand. “Plus, I don’t really have a reason to go back.”
She decided to take a chance. “I’d like to see it.”
Rather than withdrawing from her as he might have a few weeks ago, he smiled. “Yeah?” He moved his hand so he stroked hers. “I would enjoy showing you where I’m from.”
She watched his lacquered fingernails dance over her skin for a quiet moment. “Why didn’t you put the spell back?”
He raised a curious eyebrow. “You can tell when it’s on?”
“I can now. My magic is attuned to you.”
A strange expression crossed his face and was gone in an instant. “I thought I’d give you a few days off. I imagine it gets oppressive after a while.”
“It does.” She swallowed. “But I like it.”
He rumbled in response, looking pleased, his fingers sliding up her arm as if he couldn’t help himself. “What do you like about it?”
“I like that no matter what I do or is done to me I can’t come unless you let me.” She met his eyes. “It makes me so fucking hot.”
He slid his hand down her spine until he cupped her ass. Pulling her closer, he whispered in her ear. “What else makes you hot?”
“Everything about you.” A delicious shiver moved through her as she thought about the way he made her feel. “Especially your cock.”
He made a low sound in his throat and pulled down the covers, freeing his hardening cock. He was glorious in his natural form, now that he’d allowed her to see him this way. “Take what you want.”
Beam sat up slowly, taking in the long planes of his body with appreciation as she rose.
Palming the furry weight of his balls, a surge of lust shook her when he groaned in response.
She’d never touched him like this and had rarely even looked at his body.
He usually controlled every aspect of their engagements and had been careful that she not see him in this form.
She had some sense of what this moment meant to him, and the import of it made her feel possessive.
She ran her hand up the length of him, examining his cock with curiosity.
He was very thick, with a notable curve toward his belly.
The head was flared and broad, much more so than a human cock.
Halfway down, a heavy ridge circled his girth before widening out so much at the base that she couldn’t even get her hand around him.
The lower portion was covered in more textured skin with pronounced bulges and veins.
He seemed very sensitive there based on the rumbling growl that came from his chest when she stroked over him ever so lightly.
She found him utterly breathtaking.
Lowering her head, she licked along the underside and then worked her way up to his crown. He tasted like pine and musk on her tongue. The choked sound he made set her stomach fluttering.
She slid her hand down along his cock, noting how hot and firm he felt, especially below the ridge. A fold of furry skin surrounded his thick base, forming a sort of pouch. She ran one finger around the edge. “It tucks away in here when it’s not hard?”
Talon nodded, watching her with interest. “Not often the situation when you’re around.”
She smiled at him and licked again. “Hearing that makes me hot too.”
“I can tell,” he murmured and reached out to touch her face. “My magic has gotten used to you too.”
She locked eyes with him again. “You can feel when I’m aroused.”
“At first it was only when my hex was on you, but after a while it became permanent.” He ran his thumb over her lips. “It happens with satyrs when we choose a mate.”
Her heart thumped heavy in her chest. “Is that what I am?”
“That’s what my mark means.”
Her pussy clenched. Until he’d said the word, she hadn’t known that being his mate was what she wanted more than anything.
“Judging by the surge of lust I just felt, you like the sound of that.” He reached around behind her head and guided her down toward his cock. “Show me how much.”
She drank him down in a long, slow glide. Winding his fingers in her hair, he relaxed back into the pillows to watch her.
He coaxed her up and down along his length. She couldn’t get much beyond the ridge into her mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind, especially when she used her hand to fondle the lower part as well. “I love how your mouth feels around me.”
The praise was unusual from him, but it worked just as well as the degradation. She dropped her hand between her legs to touch herself while she sucked him off, her desire already soaring.
He chuckled with approval. “That’s right, work that delicious cunt. Get it nice and wet for me so I can slide right in there when I’m done with your mouth.”
She increased the pace of her fingers and moaned around him.
His hand tightened on her neck. “I can’t wait to feel you riding my cock.”
She took him deep, stretching her mouth around as much of him as she could swallow down. His broad head cut off her breath entirely.
He held her down with only slight pressure against the back of her neck, but it was more than enough to make her feel helpless. “Pinch your clit for me.”
She did as he ordered and whimpered around his cock at the bolt of pleasure that shot through her.
He pushed an inch deeper, lingering there for a long moment, and then pulled her up. “Get on my cock. Right now.”
She repositioned up to kneeling and swung a leg over him. He gripped her ass as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock. Her thighs quaked on either side of him.