91. Clash of Stone and Steel
Clash of Stone and Steel
Samhail
There were only three people that Samhail imagined might be knocking on his door right now, and it turned out to be the last of the three he expected.
Words died on his tongue as he took in Talyn standing there, her hand resting on the doorframe, her hips arched to one side to accentuate the already stunning curves of her body.
She wore only two items of clothing. The first was a white shirt fully unbuttoned to reveal a trail of bare skin down the center of her body where it gave a teasing view of the perfect globes of her full breasts beneath the fabric.
His eyes dipped to the second item of clothing, an undergarment – a tiny scrap of black fabric – that peeked between the flaps of the shirt at her hips.
Samhail’s cock hardened instantly, and he forced a deep breath out through his nose. He’d gone looking for Talyn earlier in her room after he’d cleaned up, but she hadn’t been there, and he’d had the sick feeling she’d left without saying goodbye after all.
Relief and lust flooded his veins to see her here now.
“We need to talk,” Talyn said casually, drawing his gaze back to hers.
Samhail blinked as he tried to get his brain to recognize the sounds coming from her lips as words. Words with meanings. What the fuck had she just said again?
His mind snapped back as comprehension dawned.
“You want to talk?” he said, and she nodded.
Samhail stepped out of the way to let her inside, and she pushed off the door frame to enter. She was barefoot as well, and damn him, she even had beautiful feet.
As soon as she was through the door, he slammed it behind her and grabbed her arm. She gasped as he yanked her back and pushed her against the door to press his body into hers.
“You didn’t really think you could show up to my door dressed like this and think we’d just talk, did you?” he growled at her.
He slid his hand into her shirt to close over her breast, and she moaned. Her nipple was already a stiff peak against his palm, and she gasped as he kneaded the breast then flicked the nipple with his thumb.
“Samhail…,” she breathed, but he cut her off.
“You just walked into the den of a predator dressed like dinner,” he went on. “Don’t expect to leave here without being eaten.”
He dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers on the waist of her undergarment.
Talyn sucked in a breath as he yanked at the garment and tore it free from her body.
He pulled one of her legs up over his shoulder so she was almost sitting on it, and she yelped as he buried his face at her apex to feast on her.
“Fucking hells!” Talyn cried as Samhail shifted to his gargoyle tongue and let it wrap around her clit to squeeze gently.
He smiled as she began to pant. He licked up and down her center, spearing his tongue into her on each pass.
She grabbed his head with both hands as she undulated her hips to grind against his face, and Samhail pressed his mouth in deeper, licking and sucking at her as if she’d be his last meal. She was so wet, and he savored the taste of her on his tongue as she dripped against his mouth.
His tongue flicked quickly against her clit, and Talyn threw her head back against the door with a loud thud. He tried to look up to see if she was alright, but her fingers tightened in his hair to hold him in place.
“Gods above, don’t you dare stop,” she said, and he redoubled his efforts with a small chuckle that made her moan.
She yelled out a moment later, and he felt her muscles pulse around his tongue as he thrust it in and out of her. He tightened his hold on her leg and waist as she continued to rock her hips against his mouth, chasing the last throes of her climax.
When she finally stopped shuddering in his hold, Samhail turned his head to the side and sunk his fangs into the inside of her thigh.
Talyn let out a sharp scream, but she just kept her grip on his hair as he drank from her, letting her sweet blood coat his tongue. He lifted his head a minute later and licked her blood from his lips where it mixed with the slickness of her arousal.
“I think your blood is even sweeter just after you come,” he said.
She was panting where she leaned against the door, and he put her leg down before rising to his feet. He pulled her shirt off, and she squeaked as he tossed her over his bare shoulder.
“Gods damn it, Samhail!” she yelled, but he ignored her as he carried her to the bed and dropped her onto it.
She turned and scurried toward the head of it as he unfastened his pants and pulled them off. By the time he’d discarded them, she had his dagger in her hand.
He chuckled, not surprised she knew or guessed he always kept a blade under his pillow. He held out a hand and tried to summon the blade from her, but she held it firm.
Triumph crossed her face at having held onto the dagger, but it was short-lived as he moved his hand lower and latched his summoning power onto her ankle instead. She gave another sharp cry as his power yanked her down the bed toward him and his hand closed around her ankle.
Talyn sat up and swung the dagger at him, but he tugged her ankle forward even more, and she fell back against the mattress. He crawled over her and caught her wrists to pin them above her head. She growled in frustration but didn’t port.
He grinned. She wanted to fight, but she didn’t really want to escape.
Samhail lowered himself on top of her and nestled his hips between her thighs as he used his knee to push her legs apart farther.
Talyn let out a soft whimper he knew was one of need, not defeat, as he notched his cock at her entrance. She pushed her hips forward, urging him on, but he held himself still.
“This is your last chance,” he said.
His muscles strained with the effort of not slamming into her. The only time the urge to fuck for gargoyles was stronger than after a battle was after a Primacy bond was confirmed. He’d been in no shape earlier to claim his new mate, but he’d rested and couldn’t hold back any longer.
He’d nearly mauled her just now when she’d appeared at his door half-dressed with the evidence of her desire already wetting that damned black scrap of cloth.
He’d managed to hold back long enough to make her come on his tongue, but his restraint was about to snap like a frayed string holding on by its last fiber.
Had he been a man with less self-control, he’d have taken her to the floor right there in the doorway and fucked her raw.
“Last chance for what?” Talyn asked, her brow creasing.
“Your last chance to stop this,” he said, his voice strained with need.
She frowned deeper. “I thought the bond was already permanent. Are you saying I can still break it?”
“No,” he said as his body started to shake from holding back. “The bond is permanent. You are and will always be my wife. There’s no changing that now.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“If I take you now,” he said, “if we consummate this mating, then I’m never letting you go again. If you want your freedom, port now and run as far from here as fast as you can. I won’t stop you.”
He didn’t have the capacity at the moment to decipher the emotions that crossed her face at his words. He only knew she was still beneath him.
“But if I take you now,” he went on, “if I let myself slip into you and feel you close around me, if I feel your body pulse and clench around my cock and hear you moan my name, then there’s nowhere in this world you’ll be able to run from me hereafter.
There’s nowhere you’ll be able to hide that I won’t find you and drag you back. ”
She inhaled sharply, and he willed himself not to move.
“So tell me what you want me to do, Talyn,” he said.
He held his breath as she looked at him.
“What I want,” Talyn said, her expression like stone, “is for you to stop talking and fuck me like I’m your wife and this is our wedding night.”
It took a moment for her words to sink in, then a feral grin crossed his face. He found a small reserve of self-restraint, just enough to ask her, “And how do you want me to take you? Like this? From behind?”
She thought a moment. “Neither actually. I’m taking you this time.”
She wrapped her arms around him and threw her hips to the side, apparently intending to flip them so he was on his back with her on top.
Samhail didn’t so much as budge at the attempt.
He quirked a brow at her, and Talyn sighed heavily as she relaxed her hold on him.
“Fucking gargoyles,” she muttered. “I’m going to need a little cooperation from you on this.”
He smiled in amusement. “You were just off-balance. Try it again.”
She gave him a wry look but tried to flip him again. This time they turned so fast that only his hands on her waist kept her from flying off the bed, and he now lay on his back with Talyn straddling his hips.
He groaned as her core settled over his cock, and she slid herself over him, coating his steely length with her wetness. He closed his eyes as his hands tightened on her waist, and she ran her hands down his torso.
“Hmm, what should I do with you now that I have you at my mercy?” she purred, rocking her hips so she slid along the length of his cock again.
“I think you promised to fuck me,” he said, need rasping his words.
“Did I?” she asked innocently.
She leaned over and let her hair fall across his chest. His nostrils flared, but he didn’t move.
She leaned over him further to kiss and nip a trail down the center of his chest that made him groan, all the while rocking herself gently over his swollen cock.
His hands slid lower to her hips where they urged her to move faster.
She moved her mouth back up and fastened it over one of his nipples, biting gently.
“Don’t test my control, hummingbird,” he warned. “I can have you on your back again in a heartbeat, and I know how to tease as well.”
“That sounds like a threat.”
“It’s a promise. Don’t make me beg.”