Chapter 92
Chapter Ninety-Two
Falcon
Iturn my gaze onto Robin. She’s on her knees, bright eyes full of desire.
There’s no doubt in my mind about what she wants right now.
I lean in and kiss and her.
She kisses back ravenously.
I break the kiss and look into her eyes. “Do you want my mark now?”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “I want your mark. And I want to mark you.”
That last part is a surprise, but I’m willing to indulge it.
“I’m going to mark you here,” I tell her, stroking the unmarked side of her pretty throat.
“Okay,” she says. “Can I mark you here?”
She touches my throat, and I nod. “You can mark me anywhere you want.”
“Now?” she asks, showing me her teeth have sharpened.
“Now,” I agree, sinking lower to make it easy.
She moves her head in close and bites down slowly, making it sting a little.
“Harder,” I instruct. “It has to be hard enough to leave a permanent scar.”
She bites down harder, and I’m filled with the euphoria that comes with the acceptance of a new mating mark.
She moves back and looks at it.
“Me now,” Shayne insists, moving in close.
She smiles at him, showing her teeth are still sharp.
“Anywhere,” he whispers.
She moves in and makes her mark on his throat, like she did mine.
He moans as she bites down, harder than she did with me.
Smiling as she moves back, she gazes back at me.
“My turn,” she says, pushing her hair back out of the way.
I mark her throat, exactly where I showed her I would.
She sighs blissfully when I move back.
“Now, I’m going to lay down, and you’re going to get on all fours, with your pussy above my face, and I’m going to lick your clit while Shayne gives you his knot.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she murmurs.
Getting into position is easy.
Waiting for Shayne to fill her with his knot is harder.
I have to admit, it’s an interesting angle.
My tongue flickers over the base of his cock before it touches her clit. I try a few different ways to lick before I find the one she responds to with a gasp. Then, I lick her until she’s groaning deeply, her pussy squeezing around Shayne’s knot.
Now, he gasps. “I didn’t think you could get any tighter!”
I move down a bit and run my tongue over Robin’s swollen belly.
He stutter-gasps and she cries out.
It’s all over for both of them in seconds.
“You … That was …” Shayne protests, as I slide out from under Robin.
“One dirty trick deserves another,” I tell him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”
He shakes his head at me. “Because we’ve got all night?”
“Because we’ve got a lifetime,” I correct him. “Tonight is all about what Robin wants. It’s her claiming.”
We look at her, and she bites down on her lip.
I know what she’s going to say before she says it, and all it does is make me smile.
“More.”