53 TALIESIN
This is the moment.
I knew it would happen.
Francois has lost his control. He wants to command, direct—but he also needs to free himself from those bonds. Until he does, he’s not fully pack.
And here it is.
He thinks he’s been dominating me, but truthfully, I’ve allowed this scene to happen.
What happens next is mine.
Rory still moans, and if he’s not careful he’ll overstimulate her.
“Stand down, snake,” I bark. I’m not surprised when he does. He’s in a daze, lost in lust.
I slide down next to Rory, pulling her over on the rug until we are face to face on our sides. I’m not all wordy, so I show her how I feel with my mouth.
Cupping the back of her head with one hand, I drag her face to mine, claiming her, kissing her fiercely while letting her feel my cock pressed against her thighs. My second hand unclasps her bra. She wriggles out of it, as I release her mouth.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pushing her onto her back, then leaning forward to take that ‘forbidden’ right, tight bud in my mouth. I graze the nipple with my teeth.
So sweet.
My hands roam her body. Those fucking panties are still on. Coming up for air, I tell Francois to strip her. I want her bare and exposed. There is no hiding in this pack.
No secrets.
Fuck.
I slide a hand down between her thighs, feeling how soaked her skin is already.
London, fully erect again already, groans, but stays back on his heels, watching intently.
“Princess, are you ready for me?” I know she is, but I need her words.
“Please, Tally, please. I want you.”
That’s it. My wolf and I have to take her, claim her.
I will be her first. And though she is slender, I know she and I will fit perfectly.
I nudge the head of my cock at her hot entrance. “It will sting, but don’t tense. Do you trust me?”
She looks into my eyes. “Forever, I trust you forever.”
Gods above. I push in, just an inch, and my brain is already whiting-out.
Wait.
Yes. I wait until she adapts to my girth, forcing my hips to not thrust. As her body settles around me perfectly, I edge in further. Her walls clasp my cock, tight and hot. “Baby, you’re incredible,” I grunt out, amazed I can form words. “Can you take more?”
“More.”
Fuck. The next push has some resistance. Rory sucks in a breath. “Remember what I said, Princess. Breathe and relax. Relax your stomach muscles.” I know I'm big. Thick. It’s a lot, but this girl is made for me.
I feel her relax.
“Very good, baby. So good.” As I nudge my advance, her walls spasm.
“Tally!”
“Baby.”
The next second her body unclenches, fully accepting me all the way. The sensation unleashes my animal nature and I do nothing to curb it. I thrust until I’m balls deep.
Once.
Twice.
She squeaks.
I check in. She’s all blown pupils and flushed cheeks.
“Don’t stop, for fucks sake, Tally,” she groans.
Perfect.
So I do as she bids, finding a rhythm that is desperate and needy but won’t overwhelm her. Within seconds my balls are drawing up. The desire to fill her with my seed outweighs almost everything—but her pleasure. That comes first, always.
From somewhere a hand angles the cushion under her hips, tilting her pelvis just a little more, and this time when I drive inward, she screams. “FUCKKK!”
Instantly her core becomes molten, blood rushing to swell her inside walls to an unfathomable amount. My cock is smothered in velvet pillowy strangulation that blows my mind. And almost my wad.
I’m a second from coming when I feel Rory’s body contract and convulse. Electric shocks run down my spine…and then I explode.
I’m on another plane of existence. Me and my goddess become nothing but light, heat and sensation.
My wolf howls. The golden bonds between us are forged forever.
Unbreakable.
As my brain slowly comes back online, I collapse on the rug beside her sweat-slicked body. After a beat, I’m aware of someone draping a soft quilt over us both.
London.
He bends down to Rory’s flushed face, hand reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead. “You need some water?” he asks.
The adoration in his voice makes my inner wolf hum with a deep contentment.
“Please,” she croaks. “But..but…what about you? You and me?” I watch as she catches his fingers in hers.
“Me?” London grins. “I’m more blissed out than I ever thought possible, Kitten. And you look zonked, plus I think your little lady will already be sore enough tomorrow after taking Burt’s burly-man.”
Rory giggles, and the faun kisses her gently once again. “Honestly, though. Just being part of this is everything. I could wait a lifetime for anything more.”
She strokes his cheek. “I don’t want to wait a lifetime, but maybe twenty-four hours would be a good idea.”
He beams. “Sold! Now let me get you something to wet your whistle.”
From the edge of the cushions, Francois lets out a laugh. Rory sees him and pats the rug next to her. “Come over here, snake-boy. Are you going to give my poor pussy a reprieve as well?”
He slides down beside her. “As if I’d allow the faun to play more of the gentleman than I.”
Good answer, de Vaux.
When London returns, it’s with a tray full of hydration for everyone. I shift slightly, then indicate the space by my side. “Get in here, faun.”
He snuggles between me and our girl, as I lean back on an elbow.
Rory is already asleep.
Francois has his eyes closed, fingers tangled with hers.
London sighs deeply, twisting his neck around to look at me.
“I love you, Burt,” he says sleepily.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re not so bad yourself,” I grunt, not sure how to respond to such a sincere declaration. “But if you haven’t got the memo yet, my name is Taliesin.”
“I know, Burt,” he slurs, dropping off. “I know.”