Chapter 24 Talon #2
My hands moved from muscle memory to Ryker's neck, wrapping around it in the way I often did, pulling him closer.
His mouth clashed with mine, tongue lapping at the seam of my lips.
I parted my mouth, and his tongue invaded, demanding and powerful.
I fought back, biting his bottom lip and spearing him with my tongue.
As my grip tightened around his throat, his hand mirrored mine, finding my shaft, wrapping around it, and tightening too.
His big, calloused hand, so much larger and rougher than I was used to, and his strong, muscled body, moved against mine in a battle for dominance. I was suddenly engulfed by the rut, my instincts urging me to make him submit, to sink my teeth into his neck.
I wanted to mark Ryker.
My wolf howled in agreement.
I moved fast, pushing him backwards and pinning him beneath me, straddling his hips, so our hard dicks collided between us.
Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his cock as Ryker moaned. My hand moved up and down his shaft, occasionally squeezing his knot. Ryker's head tilted upward, and his eyes locked on Rowan's little fingers moving in and out of her pink slit. Her thighs glistened with arousal.
I leaned over, mouth finding Ryker's neck and nipping the corded thick column of it with my sharp teeth. Glancing over, I watched Rowan desperately dipping into her cunt, pupils large as saucers, panting with need.
Then I bit down on Ryker's neck hard.
"Ouch! What the fuck, Tally?!" he shouted, then moaned as his dick spurted seed onto my stomach and his own. He had cum from me marking him.
"Mine," my wolf growled. Then I looked over at Rowan, whose cunt was now contracting in waves as an orgasm ripped through her.
"Mine," the wolf growled again."Both mine."
I grabbed Rowan by the ankle, pulling her toward me. Laying down, I picked up her light body, straddling her over my lap. Lining my shift up with her core, I let her drop onto my length, splitting her. She cried out, and I could feel the ripples of her orgasm still pulsing through her.
Ryker lay next to us, lazily stroking his shaft as it hardened again.
"Lean her over more," he said, spanning my legs and getting into position behind her. Through her thin barrier, I could feel his fingers push past her tight ring of muscles, working to prepare her ass for something much larger.
"Did you enjoy watching us, Pet?" I asked Rowan.
"I haven't ever seen anything that affected me like that," she breathed.
"Good. Next time I'll fuck Ryker, while he fucks you. But right now, I want you to open up that tight asshole for his knot."
“I’m not opposed to being in the middle if it keeps you both happy. I'm a team player,” Ryker said with a sly grin. "Now, try to relax and let me in, Kitten." He added, kissing her neck from behind.
He continued coaching her as his tip slowly pushed inside her. “That's it, just like that. You can take it. Such a perfectly tight ass."
I stopped moving, simply watching as her face scrunched in pain and a mangled cry left her lips.
"Wait! Stop! It's too much! Hold on!" she cried out, wincing in discomfort, and breathing in sharply. As beautiful as her pain was to watch, I stopped immediately, and so did Ryker.
"Rowan, look at me. Are you okay!?" I asked with concern.
She inhaled before nodding. "I'm okay; I just need a second."
"We can stop if you want," Ryker whispered against her neck.
"No, I want this. This is my fantasy, being with you both. My body just needs to get acclimated," she said, moving up and down slightly, testing sliding down on both our cocks at the same time. "I've never been this full," she moaned and did it again.
"You move at your own pace. Tell us when you're ready and then we'll move too." I said.
She began bouncing up and down, tentatively at first, then faster, surer, riding us both.
Ryker whispered dirty words in her ear. "Your ass is like a fucking vise. My star player can barely move in and out. This is his new favorite hole."
While Rowan rode me, I parted her pussy lips, watching my cock surge in and out.
Her little pink bud strained, needing attention.
I rubbed it in circles, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head.
I then pinched it sharply. She cried, "Ouch," and then climaxed.
Hard. My fingers kept her lips parted so I could watch her entrance contract around my shaft.
"You feel that, Tally? God, it's so fucking tight back here when she comes!" Ryker called out.
I felt it, how tight she was.
How full she was.
Stuffed and needy.
As she became more acclimated and comfortable, we picked up the pace. Ryker's hands wrapped around her waist, then slid down, gripping my hips. Rowan's hands steadied herself, resting on my abs. I felt Ryker's dick push against mine with every thrust, and soon my knot was swollen and ready.
"Ryker, I'm about to knot her. She's not ready for two, at least not in her ass yet. Pull out."
"Seriously!? Fuck! Alright, alright! Give me a second." Ryker said, thrusting a few more times inside her, before he moaned and I felt hot seed drip down her back, onto my lap.
My knot then entered and sealed Rowan, and I released inside her. Pulling her against my chest, I let her grind down on my vibrating knot and orgasm as much as she wanted while I filled her.
Afterward, I let her rest.
We lay tangled together in the nest, Rowan curled against my chest, Ryker braced beside me with an arm wrapped around her middle. The quiet felt earned. There was no voice demanding pain, no doubt gnawing at my sense of place, nothing testing the limits of my control.
I didn't want to leave her heat. Every instinct urged me to stay buried in it, to claim it as mine for the rest of my life. But instinct did not change reality, and time was already running out.
“Rowan,” I said, tucking a copper strand behind her ear.
She tipped her face up to me, pupils still blown wide. Her heat hadn't broken yet. It wouldn’t end anytime soon without what Cade and I had already agreed needed to be done.
“We can’t stay much longer,” I told her calmly. “I know you need more, Pet, but we’re out of time.”
She whimpered softly. “What should I do?”
“Nothing," my calm voice reassured her. "Ryker and I will handle it. We’re going to break your heat early so we can keep moving north.”
“Break my heat? How?”
“Pain.”
She went still. The expression that crossed her face hovered between apprehension and something darker, something she had not yet learned to name. Rowan didn't fully understand those sexual urges yet. She would. I would make sure of it, when it was safe.
“All right,” she whispered. “Do what you need to do .”
I passed her to Ryker, who settled her across his lap, straddling his thighs. His mouth brushed her neck as he murmured reassurance, his grip firm enough to hold her, gentle enough not to restrain her.
I leaned out of the nest and retrieved Ryker’s belt from the floor, pulling it free from the loops of his fatigues and folding it neatly in my palm.
“Breathe,” I told her. “This isn’t punishment. We’ll take care of you and make it up to you. I promise.”
“You both owe me again,” she murmured weakly.
Ryker huffed a quiet laugh. “I think I already know what you’ll want.”
Rowan glanced over her shoulder, and I met her gaze. “Ready, Pet?”
“Yes,” she replied with a soft nod.
The first strike snapped through the room. She cried out and jolted forward. Ryker tightened his hold to keep her steady. I checked his expression, my eyebrow raised in question. He nodded once. She was okay, but still in heat. I had to keep going.
Each strike came only after I confirmed with Ryker that Rowan was still in heat. I watched her closely, listening to every sound she made. Her noises shifted, pleasure fading, pain taking its place, exactly as intended. Her body obeyed even when her mind faltered.
Soon, the edge dulled. Her scent softened.
Ryker shook his head.
I stopped immediately.
He loosened his hold at once, easing Rowan forward until she could rest against his chest. Her breathing was uneven but slowing, her body spent and pliant now that the frenzy of heat had passed.
I set the belt aside and knelt in front of her, turning and cupping her face so she had no choice but to look at me.
“You did well,” I told her firmly.
"I think that was actually a compliment. The murder wolf just praised you." Ryker said with a chuckle.
Rowan smiled weakly, looking up at me with tears in her eyes.
We gave her time to recover. No one rushed her. Ryker kept her warm, murmuring quiet praise while he stroked her hair and monitored her scent, which finally settled back to normal. When her hands finally unclenched and her shoulders relaxed, I knew her heat had receded entirely.
Then Killian entered. He took in the scene with a single glance, Rowan curled small and exhausted against Ryker. He crossed the room and knelt beside her, large hands gentle as he brushed his thumb under her chin.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Look at me, Little Bird.”
She turned toward him, eyes glassy and trusting.
“My Crane,” he murmured. “Perfect.”
He kissed her forehead, then her temple, careful with her like she was fragile. Rowan sagged toward him, and Killian wrapped his enormous arms around her, purring.
He helped Rowan sit up without speaking, his care expressed entirely through action.
For someone so massive and feral looking, his touch was remarkably gentle as he clothed and comforted her, cautious of every tender spot.
Once she redressed, he lifted her without effort, cradling her against his chest. Rowan tucked her face into the hollow of his shoulder, already drifting as he carried her out of the room.
Cade was waiting outside, gun ready, on the lookout.
“Crane needs rest. I’ll carry her,” Killian said, gripping her tightly.
"We can take turns. It's a long way," Cade agreed."Let's move. She can sleep on the way."
Ryker un-barricaded doors. I followed, clearing the furniture piece by piece. When the final obstruction came away, Cade cracked the door and scanned the corridor.
“Clear.”
We slipped out together, moving fast and quiet through the empty halls toward the hangar. As we approached it, a stream of pale light stretched out into the hallway. Once inside the hangar, we could see daylight again. The sun was rising, setting the sky ablaze with soft pink and yellow hues.
Outside, the Northern Borderlands stretched wide and unforgiving. Frost clung to the ground, and thick, resilient evergreen trees canopied the forest.
Killian drew one of the nesting blankets around Rowan, shielding her from the cold without waking her.
Cade led our party, glancing back and confirming with his brother that she was secure.
Killian tightened his hold in silent agreement, and together we slipped into the untamed world, bound by the small omega who now belonged at the center of us all.