Chapter 31 Talon
THIRTY-ONE
TALON
Patience has never been my virtue, but I’ve enjoyed the show so far. And now, she’s looking up at me with those dazed eyes, equal parts exhausted and hungry for whatever comes next.
I lean over her, one hand braced beside her head where Dredyn’s just was, the other trailing fingertips along her collarbone. “Hello, Princess,” I purr, flashing a playful grin. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.”
She manages a shaky little laugh. “Talon… I’m—” She pauses, not sure what to say. Overwhelmed? Sated? Or perhaps she thinks she’s too spent for more.
I chuckle softly. “Wrecked in the best way.”
My hand skims down her body, from her chest to her belly, tracing meaningless patterns that make her shiver. “But I think you have a little more left in you.”
“I—I don’t know if I can…”
I put a finger to her lips to hush her. “Shh. Don’t worry about a thing.
” My finger trails down from her mouth, along her chin, and down her throat slowly.
“I’m not going to push you past your limit, Mara.
But I have a feeling you’ll enjoy what I’m about to do.
” I smirk. “Even if you think you’re all out of stamina… I have my ways.”
At that, Dredyn snorts quietly from the side, but I just flash them both a cocky wink. This part is my specialty.
Maintaining eye contact with Mara, I slink down her body in a sinuous motion, dragging the covers with me until I’m crouched between her parted legs.
She tenses a bit, guessing my intention.
Her thighs try to press together, a reflex of modesty, but I easily slide my shoulders between and guide them open again.
“Oh no you don’t. Keep these pretty legs spread for me.”
She flushes a deep shade of pink but obeys, letting me settle between them. I hook her knees over my shoulders casually, grinning as her breath catches. Those thigh-high socks she’s still wearing are a delightful contrast against her bare skin.
She lets out a shaky exhale, trying to calm herself. I glance up at her body. From this angle, I have a perfect view of her breasts rising and falling rapidly, and beyond that, Dredyn and Jasper watching intently. I catch Jasper’s eye and raise an eyebrow as if to say, “Watch and learn.”
He frowns, but I see a hint of a smirk tug his lips.
Dredyn just rolls his eyes at me.
I suppress a chuckle.
Time to focus.
Turning back to Mara, my gaze zeroes in on the prize before me.
Her pussy is still flushed and slick from all that’s happened.
God, she’s gorgeous. I lean in and inhale softly.
The heady scent of her arousal mixed with Jasper’s cum hits me, and I hum in appreciation. I could get drunk on that smell.
Mara’s hips shift self-consciously. “You don’t have to… it’s messy, I—”
Without letting her finish, I dart forward and lick a slow, broad stripe through her folds, from bottom to top.
Mara’s words dissolve into a strangled cry. Her head falls back to the pillow and her hands fly to grip the sheets. “Oh!”
I smirk against her, my tongue finding that sweet little bundle of nerves and flicking it mercilessly. If she’s worried about a bit of mess, I’ll show her how little it bothers me.
I wrap my arms under her thighs, anchoring her hips in place. Then, I feast.
There’s no other word for it. I delve into her with enthusiasm, licking and sucking up every drop of her and Jasper. My tongue teases her entrance, then slides in as deep as I can, curling to lap her inner walls. Mara practically convulses, a choked sob of pleasure ripping from her throat.
“Talon—oh my god—” she gasps, one hand flying to my hair. She grabs a fistful, as if unsure whether to pull me closer or push me away. Either way, she ends up just holding on for dear life as I pleasure her.
I groan into her, the vibration making her squeal. She’s hypersensitive, her clit throbbing under my tongue each time I circle it. But even as she writhes and cries out, her hips are tilting toward my mouth, seeking more. Atta girl.
I glance up as I latch onto her clit and give it a gentle suck. Her back arches clean off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dredyn mutters under his breath.
I smirk and return my full attention to Mara’s drenched core. She’s babbling now, something between a sob and a moan. “I—I can’t… it’s too… ohh!” Her protests melt into another moan as I slide two fingers inside her.
Her inner walls spasm around my fingers instantly. She’s close, despite thinking she couldn’t possibly have anything left. I know better—women can go and go, if you know how to treat them.
And I pride myself on being an expert.
“Talon… please!” she wails. Whether she’s begging me to stop or to never stop, I honestly don’t care. Her tone says it’s good—too good. I flick my tongue faster over her swollen nub, relentless now.
Her thighs start to shake around my head, and her grip in my hair tightens almost painfully.
Yes, there it is.
Her entire body tenses, and I feel the gush of her release as she breaks apart.
Mara screams. Loudly. It’s music to my ears. I don’t let up, lapping at her eagerly as her third orgasm crashes through her. She’s sobbing my name. “Talon, Talon, oh!” Legs quivering uncontrollably against my shoulders.
I only gentle my assault when I feel her pushing weakly at my head, finally oversensitive. I give her one last soft kiss right on her clit that makes her squeak, then I withdraw my fingers and sit up, licking them clean with a dramatic sigh of satisfaction.
Her chest is heaving as she gulps in air, her entire body limp, glistening with sweat. Tears streak her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, and her hands lie flung to the sides, trembling. I crawl up beside her and can’t resist planting a smug kiss on her cheek.
“Jasper got your first, princess,” I whisper into her ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “but I’ll be your favorite.”
A weak laugh huffs out of her—half incredulous, half too sated to care about my cheeky comment. Through her panting, she manages a breathless reply. “You… are… ridiculous…”
I beam. “And you love it.”
She makes a sleepy sound and I notice her eyes fluttering closed, completely done in. Her body has likely hit its limit and then some.
Behind me, a low chuckle comes from Dredyn. “Cocky bastard,” he rumbles, but there’s no malice in it. Jasper signs something quick—looks like an insult or a playful jab, but I’m too lazy to parse it out right now.
I content myself with gathering Mara into my arms. She’s as limp as a ragdoll, but when I arrange her half on top of me, her head on my chest, she nuzzles in with a little hum.
“There we go,” I murmur, stroking her damp hair back from her face. Her eyes are closed, her breathing evening. I think she’s already half asleep, poor thing.
Jasper silently disappears from the room for a moment—I catch the door opening and closing. Dredyn climbs onto the bed on Mara’s other side, careful not to jostle her too much. He runs a hand gently up and down her back, soothing.
“Welcome to the pack, Princess,” I whisper down to her. She doesn’t respond, lost in an exhausted haze perhaps, but the slight smile on her bruised lips speaks volumes.
The door creaks again, and Jasper slips back inside, a towel steaming faintly in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He passes me the glass first, silent but efficient, then crouches to tend to her. I sit up enough to bring it to Mara’s lips.
“Drink, love,” I coax softly. Her eyes slit open, and she obediently takes a few sips. Good girl. She truly is out of it. Her head lolls back to my chest as soon as I take the glass away.
That’s when I realize I should probably have some pants on—my cock’s still half-hard and very naked under the covers. Jasper’s glance flicks down, then back up, mouth twitching.
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, smirking. “Keep staring. Won’t make yours bigger.”
Dredyn snorts, shaking his head. “You two comparing cocks over her body, I swear…”
Jasper signs and I grin, translating since Dredyn can’t see. “He says he’d win anyway.”
When he’s finished, Jasper drops the towel to the floor and gives me a pointed nudge. I shift over without complaint, letting him slide in behind Mara and wrap her up from the back. She’s bracketed between us now, while Dredyn lies next to Jasper.
He yanks the covers up, cocooning our tired girl in warmth. Her hand finds Dredyn’s forearm across her waist and squeezes weakly. “Stay,” she whispers, clearer this time. “All of you. Here.”
I grin. “Guess that means we’re all cramming in. Hope nobody’s a kicker.”
“Dredyn’s behind me, he better not poke me with anything.”
“Relax,” Dredyn shoots back. “I’ll keep it above the waist. Maybe.”
The dim room falls quiet, the banter fading into warmth. Mara’s breaths even out, body slack and trusting between us. She’s asleep in moments.
Dredyn meets my eyes over her head, his scowl softened to something almost gentle. Jasper gives the faintest smile.
We did good.