7. Clash of Stone and Steel #2
Talyn just barely managed to keep her jaw from falling open.
Her mind reeled at Samhail’s admission as she played through the possibilities.
The two most likely scenarios were that Samhail, Bressen, and Cyra had engaged in a threesome at some point or that the lord was a voyeur and liked to watch his wife with other men. Possibly both.
She was certainly no one to judge other people’s sexual proclivities – to each their own – but the idea that the unassuming young woman whose body she currently wore had fucked both Samhail and Bressen, perhaps at the same time, shocked her more than she cared to admit.
Not that she blamed the woman. Both men were magnificent, and she would’ve been more than happy to welcome them to her own bed under different circumstances. Or Samhail at least. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to tolerate the lord long enough to fuck him.
Talyn’s jealousy flared again. She couldn’t help picturing Samhail holding himself above Cyra, thrusting into the lady while she wrapped her legs around his hips, and Talyn’s chest burned at the thought.
She tamped down hard on the emotion. It was ridiculous to be jealous of whatever Cyra had with Samhail, and she was angry at herself for feeling this way.
“What if I give you permission to touch me?” Talyn asked Samhail when she got her shock under control.
The knot in Samhail’s throat bobbed, and he took his legs off the chair they’d been propped on. Talyn waited to see what he’d do, whether he meant to rise and dump her off his lap, or whether he was giving himself more leverage to touch her. For the moment, he did neither.
“I thought we agreed our last time was the last time,” Samhail said.
Talyn took a moment to digest that information as she stared at him.
If she had to name the look in his eyes, it was somewhere between annoyance and pleading, and she was now positive Samhail and the lord’s wife had slept together at some point.
Clearly there’d been something between Cyra and Samhail – or Cyra, Samhail, and Bressen – but she couldn’t conceive of exactly what.
In any case, she had to stop staring, or he was going to get suspicious.
Samhail’s face had hardened, but he didn’t move to throw her off. He wanted her to get off his lap of her own accord, and she almost did.
Instead, she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Gods, she shouldn’t have done it. She hadn’t meant to, but Nemesis take her, she’d been overwhelmed by the urge to press her lips to his.
His smell was intoxicating, leather and something earthy that made her want to be outside.
Her nipples stiffened into peaks as they pressed into his chest, and she was all too aware of the swollen length of him beneath her.
His lips were surprisingly soft, and she tasted something savory on him. Or maybe that was just how he tasted.
Talyn ground her mouth harder into Samhail’s, and he jolted back against his chair. He didn’t push her away, though. Rather, his lips parted to allow her tongue to delve into his mouth, and his own met hers, thrust for thrust.
She realized a moment later, however, that his arms were still at his sides. He’d succumbed to the assault from her mouth, but he was resisting the urge to touch her, to wrap her in his arms.
Talyn pulled back and searched his face. Desire still raged in his eyes, but his hands hung at his sides, and she ached to have them on her body.
“You won’t touch me,” she said. A statement, not a question.
“I can’t,” he said, his voice a dry rasp. “Not without Bressen here.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to do the touching for us both,” she said as her eyes locked with his.
What she was about to do was far bolder than Cyra would ever be, but Talyn didn’t care.
Something had broken loose inside her when she’d kissed him, and her own need was building.
It was no longer about Cyra and Samhail and what they were to each other.
Now it was about her own desires and her growing need for the man who sat there trying resolutely to resist her.
His resolve was a challenge, and she wanted to break it.
She slid off his lap, and his eyes widened as she knelt in front of him.
“Cyra,” he breathed, shaking his head. It was a plea.
“Yes?” she asked as she undid the fastenings of his pants.
His breath was labored as he opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
Talyn knew he wanted to object, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words, and until he did, she was going to do whatever she wanted to him.
She finished with the fastenings of his pants and pulled the flaps apart.
Talyn held back her gasp as his cock sprung free. Samhail was a large man in general, and she’d expected his cock to be large as well, but Protector save her, this was something else entirely. As if the size of his cock wasn’t enough, the hair between his legs was also stark white.
Talyn’s mouth suddenly watered as she took in the appendage standing upright before her. He wasn’t just big. He was hard as all hells.
She met Samhail’s eyes. There was desperation in them, but whether it was desperation for her to stop or to keep going, she wasn’t sure.
Talyn grasped Samhail at the base of his shaft, and his cock pulsed under her hand. He groaned, and she searched his face again. She still couldn’t read his expression.
She ran her hand up his cock and grazed her thumb over the head to wipe at the precum beaded there. He wasn’t just long, he was thick as well.
“Fuck, Cyra. Please,” Samhail said.
“Please what?” she asked softly, still not sure if it was a plea to continue or to stop. She suspected the latter, but she’d choose to believe the former until convinced otherwise.
When he didn’t answer, Talyn leaned forward slowly toward the head of his cock without taking her eyes from his.
She wanted him to know exactly what she intended to do, but she’d give him every opportunity to stop it.
Part of her hoped he would, given that he thought she was Cyra, but another part wanted desperately to take him into her mouth and run her tongue up and down that beautiful hard shaft.
She’d never intended it to go this far. She’d planned to tease him a bit, maybe even kiss him lightly. She’d never planned to get on her knees in front of him and take him into her mouth, and she wasn’t quite sure how she’d let herself go so far off course.
Talyn opened her mouth and was about to slip her lips over him when Samhail reached forward and grabbed her upper arms. She cried out at the strength of his grip.
“Cyra!” he growled. He was breathing hard now as his chest rose and fell with the effort of restraining both himself and her.
Talyn felt an unexpected wave of relief. She was breathing hard as well, and she pulled back away from him. He released her arms to let her go, and she got unsteadily to her feet.
She looked down at his cock, still hard and standing straight up out of his pants. She wanted him. More specifically, she wanted him inside her, the real her. If Samhail was going to fuck her, she didn’t want it to be while she was wearing the body of another woman.
It would never happen, of course, and the thought disappointed her more than she could admit.
Talyn swallowed as her eyes locked with Samhail’s again. They stared at each other for several long seconds.
“You’re right,” she said, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. “I should…I should go now.”
Her feet felt weighted down with stones as she got herself to move. There was nothing but silence behind her as she left the room without looking back. She only prayed she hadn’t just made a huge mistake.