Chapter 37 Aeri #2
Despite my need, my curiosity gets the best of me. I pull back only to find all the buttons from his shirt are not only undone but missing…
It takes me a second to realize what it means, and I can’t even begin to explain why it turns me on even more, but it does. Judging by the way his eyes flash, I’d say he knows it too.
He quickly slides it off and discards it before quickly moving his hands back to hold me as if he’s just as desperate to touch me as I am him.
I won’t pretend I’m not a little bummed, though. Yes, getting his shirt off was probably faster like this, and I love being able to see his bare skin and the tattoos that cover most of his chest and arms, but damn it, do I wish he had his wings out.
Would it be weird to ask?
I know they had tucked them away because of the garden. Bast had explained that most things here could and would be happy to try and eat not only me but anyone, given the chance. I’d watched in silent fascination as they tucked them away, but is it still necessary?
We’re still in the garden, but this area around the blanket is pretty clear.
“What’s wrong?” Talian asks, and I hear the concern in his voice as he freezes, his hand just barely edged up my shirt. The feel of his hand on my bare skin steals my breath and makes me take longer than it should to realize he’d just asked me a question and is expecting an answer.
I bite my lip, unsure if I want to voice my question aloud or not. I don’t have wings. What if I’m asking something weird or taboo?
“Darling, whatever it is, you can tell me,” he assures me, unwilling to let it go as he leans in, pressing his nose to my throat and pressing soft, open-mouth kisses to the very sensitive skin there.
Fuck.
“I was just a little bummed that you don’t have your wings out,” I say in a rush before I lose my nerve.
Talian freezes, and I peek open an eye to find him staring down at me with a look I can’t decipher.
“I-I’m sorry. Was that rude to ask?” I stammer out, looking in his eyes to try and see if he’s upset or not. It’s impossible to tell at first, but after what feels like far too long, I watch as his eyes begin to glow and a smile curves his lips.
He doesn’t answer, and every second of silence makes me worry more until suddenly his wings snap out, unfolding to their full wingspan behind him.
My breath catches as I stare, mesmerized.
“Wow…” I swallow hard, flexing my fingers into his biceps to keep myself from reaching out.
“Wow, me?” he asks with a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Nah, definitely a wow, you, Aeri. You fucking wow me more all the time.”
His fingers wrap around my right wrist, pulling my hand from his chest, and my eyes go wide as he guides it over his shoulder.
I reach out, the need to feel his wings more pressing than the need to breathe, and I forget how the second my fingertips brush the soft, almost stretchy skin pulled tight between each section.
I feel his cock twitch, getting impossibly harder beneath me. Talian releases my wrist, and I lean into him until our chests are pressed together to better explore. His head drops back, and his eyes fall closed, his breathing labored, which only makes me want to touch him more.
His wings curl forward as if encouraging me to explore, and I do just that. Pushing up on my knees, I let my fingers wander up to the hard spine of them, the sharp points they end in.
“Fuck, Aerilyn.” Talian’s voice is strained, as if he’s struggling to speak. I sit back, planting myself back on his lap once again, watching his face. The way he reacts to me, looks at me, touches me…
It’s exhilarating.
I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: Talian is fucking stunning, but right now, having him like this, it’s empowering.
I lean into him much like he did to me earlier, only instead, I catch the lobe of his ear between my teeth to gently nibble it.
“I need you inside me,” I say on an exhale, my voice hardly more than a whisper, but I might as well have shouted them with the way he responds.
His eyes fly open as his arms wrap around me, and he flips us, pressing my back to the blanket, gentler than should be possible with the heat in his eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
With a flick of his wrist, my leggings and shirt are gone, leaving me in only my bra and underwear.
I don’t have to look to know his clothes are gone, too.
He presses up, hovering over me, and I take in every delicious inch of him.
His skin is like a doodle pad with ink all over the place, words and pictures, but the biggest piece is a raven on his chest.
They swirl and move, and I’m not sure if that’s real or my mind playing tricks on me.
I reach for him, but this time he stops me, pressing my arms back down to the ground and easily holding them in one hand. I don’t try to get free, but I don’t need to; even without magic, it’s not hard to know he would overpower me.
“My turn, Darling.” The smile on his lips is mischievous, but before I can push back, he’s moving down my body, dipping his head to press his lips to the soft skin of my stomach right above the band of my underwear.
My mind goes blank, my lungs stop working, and my body feels like it just got hit with an electric current.
Fuck.
He doesn’t touch my underwear, instead moving over them to press kisses to my thighs, his tongue poking out to taste and tease. I’m not even naked, he’s hardly even touched me, and already I feel like I might combust.
“Talian.” I’d meant to chastise him, but my voice hardly works, coming out as a broken plea that would usually be embarrassing.
His eyes cut up to mine, looking at me through his long, thick lashes, as his smile turns wicked.
“Sorry, Darling, I just needed to build the mood. I wasn’t sure I would ever get to touch you again. After our time together last time, I swore the only way I would allow it is if it was me fucking you, not Oliver.”
Before I can really think about what he’s saying or think of a response, he presses forward, burying his nose and mouth into my still panty-covered pussy.
I feel his hot breath through the thin material, followed by his wet tongue, and feel his groan as he tastes me. I’ve no doubt soaked through my panties even before he set me on his lap, so I can only imagine how wet they are now.
It takes me a second to remember why I’d been attempting to stop him before he decided to manhandle me.
I just got off my period!
I thrash in an attempt to stop him or get him to move away, but I swear that only makes him double down.
The heat of his mouth is enough to scramble my mind as I get lost in the building pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember.”
His nose presses against my clit as he talks, his face still buried in my most intimate area, and I can’t stop the gasp it rips from me as I thrash, but Talian holds me in place.
Wait.
I look up to find my hands held by shadows. Talian now has one hand grasping my thigh to allow him access; his other hand barred over my waist to keep me in place.
When had he done that?
Again, I feel his chuckle, but this time it stalls the air in my lungs.
“Vibrations, got it.”
His fingers gather up the material of my underwear, and with a simple tug, he rips them off my body. It stings, but not enough to hurt; if anything, it heightens everything.
Not that I get the chance to think about it.
One second I’m focused on the sting at my hip, the next I’m bowing off the ground, coming undone. Vibrations shake me as he licks into me before pulling back and moving up to my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge.
Talian doesn’t stop; he’s like a man possessed, starved and dying. I’m his feast, and I could die like this, and I would have no regrets.
My vision blurs, and finally he pulls back, and I realize with a jolt that I’d stopped breathing.
My lungs burn as I gulp down air while Talian pushes up to sit on his knees, watching me.
His face glistens with my wetness, and damn, I made a mess of him.
If he minds, he doesn’t show it, instead making a show of licking his lips.
I’m happy to see there’s no blood on his face though. Sometimes this kind of stuff can make me start bleeding again. Though now that I think of it I doubt he would mind very much. Talian knew I was on my period the last few days and didn’t even hesitate just now.
“If you think my tongue is cool, wait till you get to experience Kai’s,” he says with a wink, and the memory of him as a snake flashes in my mind.
My chest rises and falls fast as I gasp for oxygen, but even though he’s just made me come harder than I ever have before, I can’t stop my eyes from sliding down his body.
Already, I can feel the way my pussy flutters around nothing, desperate to be filled.
My eyes fall to his boxers and his very obviously hard cock that strains against the material.
I’m not exactly trying to hide it, but I still feel my cheeks heat when his gaze meets mine, and I know he saw.
With a snap, my wrists are free, but still I remain where I am, unsure what to do and still a little boneless.
That only lasts all of two seconds before Talian slides his arm under my waist and yanks me up against his chest before falling back to sit on his ass.
His cock throbs, and now it’s only one layer of material between us, and I’m not sure if I’m just hopeful or what, but I feel like I can feel the cool metal of his piercing.
“I’d intended to draw this out longer.” He pants out, letting me know just how affected he is by all of this. “But if I wait much longer, I might very well come in my boxers instead of that perfect pussy the way I need to.”
His words give me goosebumps, and his smirk tells me he knows the effect he has on me. Before I can tell him to get fucked, I feel his boxers disappear, leaving us skin to skin, my dripping pussy pressed to the warm, smooth skin of his very large, very hard cock.