91. Clash of Stone and Steel #2
Having mercy on him, she lifted herself and reached down to guide him to her entrance. She started to ease onto him, letting his head part her slowly, but she was so wet her body swallowed him quickly, and they both groaned as she bottomed out on his cock.
“Fuuck,” Samhail said, drawing out the word. His fingers moved to her thighs, biting into the flesh. She’d likely have bruises there tomorrow, but he couldn’t help it.
She slid up his length to his head before slamming herself back down.
“Nemesis take me,” he growled as he watched her breasts bounce with the movement. “Why haven’t we done it this way before?”
“Because you’re a domineering male who insists on being on top?” she offered.
“Not anymore,” he said as she plunged herself down on him again. “From now on you’ll ride me like this at least once a day.”
“Still making demands?” she said.
He snaked his hands up her back, but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them next to his head.
“No touching,” she breathed into his ear as she rode him harder, and his body practically shook beneath her.
She let go of his hands and leaned back as she ground her hips into him. He tried to move his hands, but she pushed them back down and tsked at him.
“Your hands stay there, or I’ll stop,” she said. She stopped for just a second to emphasize the point, and the snarl that left him was savage.
Her laugh was mischievous as she slid down his length then ground herself into him, and Samhail threw his head back against the mattress.
“Fuck!” he swore again. His hands started to lift off the bed again, but he remembered her threat in time and let them fall back down.
“Good boy,” she purred as she continued to ride him.
Talyn slid one of her hands up his chest, then up the column of his neck before she curled her fingers around his throat and squeezed.
Samhail’s eyes flared, and his growl rumbled against her palm.
She ran her second hand up to wrap around his throat as well.
“What are you doing?” he choked out against her hold.
“Reminding you who you belong to,” she said as she pushed down onto his cock with fierce thrusts, and Samhail swore he went even harder.
She plunged herself down again and again, crying out softly with each thrust as she pushed them closer to an abyss that would swallow them both whole. Starbursts flared behind Samhail’s eyes, but whether they were from pleasure, lack of air, or both, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t care.
“Talyn,” he ground out. “Please, I need to touch you.” His hands nearly vibrated from the effort of holding them next to his head.
“Yes. Touch me,” she breathed as she moved her hands to his chest.
His hands were on her in an instant, trailing up her back to anchor around her shoulders.
He pulled her down onto him, driving him impossibly deeper before he drew her forward for a punishing kiss.
Talyn screamed into his mouth as he thrust his hips up into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head as their bodies pounded together frantically, both chasing a release that always seemed just a pace ahead.
Talyn pulled back from him and undulated her hips against his before she began to ride him faster, her hands pressed against his chest for balance as his own latched around her thighs.
Samhail watched her breasts bounce heavily against her chest and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She was so gods damned perfect.
Talyn broke first, and she cried out as her body clenched around his cock.
Samhail followed only a second later, roaring as he slammed up into her with brutal force, arching his body off the bed while he spilled himself into her.
His hands splayed across her back as they slowly rocked to a halt, panting against each other.
Talyn collapsed against his chest and went limp. “I’m not sure I can move,” she whispered against him.
“I’ll tie you to my body if you try,” he promised, and she laughed.
They lay there unmoving for several minutes before Samhail spoke.
“What did you want to talk about?” he asked as he traced patterns on her back with his finger.
Talyn lifted her head. “What?”
“When you came in, you said we needed to talk,” he reminded her. “What did you want to talk about? Or was that just an excuse to get into my pants?”
She huffed indignantly and started to move, but he pulled her back down to kiss the marks his teeth had made on her shoulder.
There were four little scars where his fangs had pierced her skin, and he loved seeing them.
She didn’t bear his gargoyle mark, since it had disappeared when she’d won her challenge to his claim, but his fang marks were still there, and that was almost as good.
She had marks on her breast from his bite as well, and he planned to remake those every now and again to ensure they didn’t go away.
The marks of Talyn’s fingernails down his back had healed so he could no longer see them, but he intended to do what he could to get her to remake them. If he succeeded, he’d get them to scar-over permanently because he wanted as many of her marks on his body as he could have.
He had something even better than scars, though: her claiming mark.
Samhail looked at the feather-like design on his hand that ran down his middle finger and across his hand to the base of his thumb. Surgeon and Serise had teased him about bearing Talyn’s mark rather than the other way around, but he loved the mark and would display it proudly.
“So talking?” he asked again when she didn’t answer.
“I thought we should discuss how this will work now that we’re bonded, at least as far as gargoyles are concerned,” she said, sitting up.
Samhail sat up as well so she was straddling his lap. He wrapped his arms around her hips to pull her close.
“That’s easy,” he said. “The way it’s going to work is that you’ll stay with me at Tide’s End, at least until we’ve finished this conflict with Sandrian and Magdalene, then we’ll decide together where to go.
In the meantime, you’ll move into my rooms permanently, and I’ll fuck you whenever I get the chance, which – trust me – is going to be a lot. ”
She laughed softly. “Given this some thought, have you?” she teased.
“That’s just off the top of my head,” he said. “We’ll have to talk to Bressen to see if there’s something for you to do. I’m sure he’ll agree to let you continue helping me train our troops for one.”
“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” she said. “I already spoke with Bressen yesterday, and he offered me a job. I turned it down at the time, but I met with him a little while ago and accepted it.”
“That’s perfect!” he said. He drew her in and kissed her soundly. “What does he want you to do?”
Her face fell, and Samhail’s stomach sank.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Well, it’s clear my powers make me a good spy,” she said, “so Lord Bressen offered me a position as his spymaster.”
Samhail’s first reaction was again elation until the implications hit him.
“He’s sending you away,” he said. Anger twisted in his chest.
“Not for long periods,” Talyn assured him, “but yes. I may be gone for a few days, or even weeks, at a time, and you won’t be able to come with me. You’re too noticeable.”
“No!” Samhail thundered. He lifted her off him and launched himself out of bed to grab up the clothing he’d tossed on the floor.
“Where are you going?” she asked, following him off the bed.
She strode over to him naked and grabbed his arm when he didn’t answer. “Samhail!”
“I’m going to set Bressen straight about this,” he said as he jerked one leg into his pants.
“No, you’re not,” she said, her hand still closed on his arm. “Lord Bressen gave me a choice. He’s not making me do this. I accepted the position because my powers are perfect for this, and I can help out.”
Samhail got his other leg into the pants and yanked them up.
“I don’t care,” he said. “He’s not taking my mate away from me already. If the roles were reversed, and I was trying to send Cyra away, he’d fight me tooth and nail on it, so that’s what I intend to do.”
Samhail turned to stalk toward the door, but Talyn ported in front of him and put both hands on his chest. He had to pull up short to keep from running her over, and he growled his displeasure at her.
“Samhail, stop!” She tried to push him back, but he didn’t budge.
He glared down at her. “He’s not taking you,” he said firmly.