Chapter 21Talon
Chapter 21
TALON
A s I train in the afternoon sunslight, the past week weighs on my mind. Harbor came back from an unexpected trip to her family's home and stayed in her dorm for a couple of nights until she messaged me, desperately needing help from her mate.
Evidently, she was starting a new fertility cycle, but unlike anyone else on Naesala, syrens tend to sleep for about a week in the beginning. She noticed her drop in body temperature and immediately messaged me to come get her and bring her back to my place to stay. She told me that our bond triggered her cycle, and now this would happen.
It sucks because I miss her.
She's been asleep for almost six full days, and I wake her to give her water and food, but as soon as she's done, she falls asleep again. It's been an extremely lonely week, since I haven't seen Rogue, or spent time with her, since before she went home. I miss her bright eyes and kind smile, her feisty attitude, and her solid determination whenever she puts her mind to something. My mate is my treasure, and it feels like she's been snatched from my grasp and locked away.
All the time I've had to myself this week has allowed me time to think of the future. I know Rogue is determined to help the world's political issues, especially with the Thalassian governing body. I just have to figure that at some point, we'll have kids. Having her cycle spike has only made me think of the possibility of having children that might inherit her syren powers. In that potential future ahead of us, she'd have to help whoever through their isolation. It only concerns me, because unless something drastically changes, then that means I'd be away from my mate for years. If only a few days, even a week, hurt my heart now, what would that be like?
As the daylight wanes, I transition into some light yoga to stretch before showering for the night. I take the time to care for my body because I don't have some supernatural energy regeneration powers. I have to be in peak condition to be a qualified dark mage. I've always hoped to go into the government militia, helping with national security. I've wanted to utilize my skills for good, and not allow the darkness to corrupt my future. Considering all the variables in play, I'm just not sure how to proceed. I guess this will be something I have to talk about with Rogue when we have a moment.
Switching positions to stretch my taut back muscles, I strip off the t-shirt that was clinging to my skin. I bend at the waist, allowing my body weight to pull the ache out of my back. When I feel the release of tension, I lower to my knees, sitting back on my heels and pressing my shoulders to the patio with my arms outstretched in front of me.
“Damn, if I knew you were putting on a show, I would've reserved a table.” Hearing Kane's voice behind me sends a flush of heat throughout my body, making my heart pound. The irony isn't lost on me, having him watching me and saying those words. I love how the dancer is getting turned on by the image of my body. Fuck, every time he loses a piece of clothing, I have a desire to do the same because my body temperature rises.
“Hi. I'm busy; what do you want?”
“Sorry,” he says, “I didn't mean to interrupt. I was curious if you'd heard from Kaia recently. She has been avoiding me, and I wasn't sure what happened.”
“Oh,” I say, pushing to my feet. “That was my fault. She's been here for almost a week. She is sleeping off her fertility cycle. It fucks with her body, so she needed me to be nearby to help rouse her for food and water. The privacy of my cabin helps, too. I’m sorry I didn't warn you, but I was a little unnerved those first couple of days.”
“Oh shit,” he murmurs. “Yeah, I can see how this place helps. Is she okay?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Keep your voice down. She should be waking soon, I hope. She didn't give me any expectations other than it lasts about a week, and she arrived six days ago.” Kane slips across the garden and onto the patio, pulling one of my outdoor chairs aside to collapse into.
“Fuck. I forget how syrens are so different from the rest of us. I feel bad that I never considered what she might go through.”
“This week has been a complete shock. I swear,” I say, leaning over to pick up my shirt, “I've never thought more about the future than I have this week.” Collapsing into the other patio chair, I continue. “She's my fated mate, so if I ever have kids, it will be with her. Having her start one of these cycles is a precursor to our future.”
“I can't imagine all of those thoughts. No wonder you have been lost. I'm sorry I didn't check in with you sooner,” he says as he reaches his hand to rub his forehead.
“It's alright. Just something I'll have to get used to.” Standing, I walk around to the short wall I had put up outside to have a place to shower in nature. I've been showering out here when I don't want to risk waking Rogue, but also, testing boundaries with Kane seems intriguing. We've only ever experimented with Rogue in the picture, but after a week, my body is so tightly wound, and I don't fucking care.
I strip out of my shorts, tossing them over the wall. Watching Kane in my peripheral vision, he lifts his head, turning and seeing my tight, naked body in the shower. I dip my head forward, allowing the water to saturate my hair, and then toss my head back, flinging the dripping strands out of my eyes. I start soaping my body, knowing he's watching every movement with carnal fascination.
“So,” he says, his voice thick with desire, “you seem to enjoy your privacy, don't you?”
“What makes you say that?” I turn my head, looking over my shoulder. His hand has moved to his chin, and his thumb is slowly rubbing his plush bottom lip. The darkness pooling in his cobalt eyes is a trap, luring anyone who dares stare into those depths long enough to drown in his seduction. The blurred view of this man staring at my naked body is doing things to me; my dick is growing more obvious to my arousal at his attention, but I don't care. Let him look. I know I can satisfy my mate, and I could blow his mind too, I'm sure of it.
The cool water cascades down my body, splashing down my chest and sluicing off my chiseled abs. I must not be listening closely, because within moments of me filling the loofah and the first swipe across my chest, Kane's voice comes from a lot closer than it was.
“You really are intent on putting on a show, aren't you?” The low rumble of his voice counters the cool water's effect on my cock, thickening it even more. Reaching down, I grip it in my palm, not sure if I'm trying to hide my arousal or not. “With an outdoor shower, you must be begging for someone to see you. Do you stroke yourself out here?”
“I don't think I have, though the idea has its appeal.” I allow my hand to slide down my length, picturing in my mind what he can see. Men's bodies have never turned me on like that, but Kane is different. He is sexy, regardless of his gender. The same goes for Rogue. As I picture what I look like, I can't imagine what he sees that is sexy. When I look over my shoulder in his direction, and I see him slowly stripping off his clothes with a heated look in his eyes, I can only imagine he appreciates the view more than I expected.
Within minutes, he's moving into the tiled stall, stopping at my back. He hasn't touched me, and my mind is going nuts with the random thoughts of anxiety. Does he like this? Is this sexy? What does he expect from me? I've kissed him, and I've sucked his cock… Would he expect me to fuck him? Or will he blow me?
All of those thoughts disappear, though, when his hands find my back.
“Want some help with those hard-to-reach spots?”
I release my cock, allowing it to stand freely away from my body, and then brace myself against the wall. Reaching my other arm behind my back, I hand him the loofah. His hands come up to my back, massaging and scrubbing the day away. I almost get lost in the sensation until his large hand wraps around my dick, catching me by surprise.
“I want to thank you for the last time I saw you,” he whispers into my ear, “and I did offer a hand.” The sponge falls to the tile, and Kane slowly presses his body into mine, allowing the full length of our bodies to touch. His firm muscles are nothing like Rogue's soft curves, but I can't help this need to feel him against me. The intimacy I'm craving from him isn't the same with Rogue, and after waiting almost a week for someone to explore with, I'm about to explode.
“Fuck,” I grunt, every other word escaping me.
“Ah, you do like my touch? Look at you, all needy. Do you want a release?” He pushes me further, turning me to face him while he can still pump his hand down my shaft. The spray from above causes rivulets of water to flow down his tanned skin, across a pattern of runes on his chest. I can’t help but wonder what he would taste like if I leaned in with my tongue to trace the tracks the water makes.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” I pant, my head falling back against the wall.
“You have to help me, then. Look at me. I want to kiss you before I fuck you.”
Tilting my head back up, Kane stares me down, passion running wild in his eyes and his lips parted, waiting for me. I lean in, craving his taste, and as he meets my lips, our mouths open and our tongues dance while the water rains down on us. I run my hands up and through his short black hair, fighting to pull him closer, despite his locks being slick from the water. He wraps his hand around my waist, allowing it to drop as he grabs a handful of my ass.
My body heats as he continues to work me over, so confident in his effect on me. I buck, unable to restrain my hips when his finger dips in between my clenched cheeks. Fucking hells, I want to feel him there. Breaking our kiss, I move both hands to his muscular chest and push, desperate for a moment to breathe.
“I need you. I need you to fuck me, to teach me how it feels.”
His eyes widen, and a sparkle appears, right before a grin spreads across his reddened lips.
“You want to feel me, do you? We can do that, but you’ll have to be patient with me. I'm going to have to help prepare you, and I might ask for you to keep your mind open as we get there.” His grin fades as he considers something, and if I wasn't on edge, I might have been concerned. Fortunately, the craving to feel him inside my ass is the only thing I can think of.
“Whatever you want, please. I need this.” I can't believe I'm begging, but Kane is so fucking hot, and it's been nearly two weeks since I could release with Rogue.
“You've never… been with anyone there, have you?” Why are there so many questions? Just fuck me already!
“No. No one.”
“Hmm,” he says, still stroking my cock at a deliberately slow pace. “I'm going to have to stretch your hole for this to work. It's going to take some time, but I'll make sure you enjoy it all. If I told you I could make it easier and less painful when I do fuck you, would you consider my offer, even if it seems strange?”
“Fuck, yes!” I hiss, my body almost vibrating with desire.
A smirk spreads across his gorgeous mouth once more, and he releases my cock and spins me around. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to turn around.” My dick throbs at the blunt, dirty words that drip from his mouth. Spinning around, I brace one leg slightly forward and plant both hands on the wall. His hands gently come down on my shoulders, pressing me to lean over a little, but his gentle caress down to my hips and tug to the side, out of the water, has a shiver rolling down my spine.
“I'm going to touch you, but I won't let it hurt. You are going to love this.”
Now that my ass isn't in the spray of the water, I can feel when Kane spits, dragging it down the crease of my ass. It takes a moment, but I feel a tingle–warm, pleasant, and stimulating. At his touch, I clench, but the slow and gentle massage around the tight muscles allows my entrance to relax. It's the thrill of his finger finally sinking past my entrance that forces all the air from my lungs.
“That's it, now we're getting somewhere.” I hear him spit again, but I don't feel it. I jerk, starting to look back at him, but a sharp “No” cuts through the whir of the water from above. “Stay there; I want you to focus on what you're feeling, and to relax into it.”
Trusting him, I close my eyes, focusing on the pleasure he's giving me. It's strange–something I've never even imagined–but I'm already addicted. I need more.
Before I can mutter even a word, Kane's hand wraps around my dick, and that warmth that I experienced moments before spreads along with the slide of his palm. Fuck. I'm not going to last long if he keeps this up. It seems he knows my thoughts because the bastard lets go before I can get too aroused.
“That's it, such a good boy.” My knees buckle slightly at his words. “We're going to do that again when I add another finger. We'll continue until I think you can take me. Then the last part of my plan will come into play. Are you game?”
“Fuck, I don't know. I'm so close,” I grunt.
“That's okay, I'll hold you back.” It's then I feel his second finger pressing in, and a sharpness shoots through me. He grips my cock once more, and the intense wave of ecstasy weakens my resolve, and I sink into the feelings Kane is providing. My fingers grasp at the wooden boards of the wall in front of me as he builds me up and slows down. All the while, he starts to pump his fingers behind me. Chills race across my body as it builds toward my finish. Finally, when Kane can fully fit two fingers easily inside me, he stops everything.
I nearly sink to my knees with the empty feeling, but he only smacks my ass. “Get up,” he says with a laugh. “Now the fun really begins.”
Gripping the wall and pulling myself upward, I stand and try to regain my strength. I know he's going to get us both there, but I have to make sure I don't collapse. Fuck, I couldn't stand that. Looking back at him, Kane spits into his hand before stroking his length. It's then I see the studs adorning the tip of his cock. When I saw his cock the first time, two weeks ago when he confessed to walking into Harbor’s dreams, and we decided to get retribution for the violation of privacy, the adornments were definitely a surprise. The way they felt in my mouth was strange, yet more enjoyable than I imagined. This only spurs my imagination for what’s about to happen, and my cock swells with the thought of what he will feel like inside of me.
His languid movements only exaggerate the lust that he radiates as he glances up at me, staring into my soul like he's trying to fuse us together. Gods dammit, he wants this. Maybe even as much as I do. Slowly, he eases up behind me, and as he pumps his dick, he runs a hand down my back and grips my hip.
“So, I asked you to trust me, right?”
“Yes.”
“I'm going to tell you what's going to happen. If you're still on board, then I want you to tell me. I want you to beg me, so I know this isn't a game for you.” His murmured words ghost down my neck, and I feel a flush rise from my chest. He knows what he's doing, because no man is going to beg if he didn't want it.
“Alright.”
“I'm about to line up my cock, so that I can sink inside of you. When I do that, I'm going to reach my other hand up to your shoulder. When you beg me to fuck you, I'm going to extend my fangs, and I'm going to bite you gently.” I tense up at his words, but I don't pull away. “My venom will relax the muscles in your body and flood you with lust. I won't always do this, but especially if it's your first time, it will help.”
“A-Alright.” I don't know what to say.
“It will also slightly paralyze you for a few minutes, allowing me to work you over in full euphoria, so there is a benefit, too.”
“I see.” What in the actual fuck. Am I really doing this?
His hand on my hip squeezes, and then I feel him shift slowly. Mere moments expire before I feel his thick cock nudging against my entrance, and I can't help but clench at the knowledge of what's going to happen next.
“Alright,” he says, his lips dragging a line down my neck. His hand comes up, caressing the marks that roam over my shoulder before gripping it firmly. It doesn't hurt at all, but he has complete control over my torso at the moment. “Are you still wanting me to fuck this tight ass of yours? Tell me what you want.”
I close my eyes as I lean backward and I say those words. I never thought I'd be begging another man to fuck me, but I can't deny him, even if he wants to bite me.
“Fuck me, Kane. Please.”
His teeth pierce my neck, and within moments, I'm intoxicated with a flood of endorphins. My body relaxes into the moment; I'm still wound up, but blissed out and boneless as he pushes inside me. Is this what ecstasy feels like? I can sense everything , including the beads of steel on the tip of his cock. They massage my walls as he slowly pumps in and out, sending ripples of pleasure cascading across my body. His hands still grip my body, pulling me back as he spears me over and over. The stimulation is intense, but my body is still at the mercy of Kane's bite, which was less painful and more of a turn-on than I initially imagined.
When he does release me from his bite, he licks the wound before he releases his grip on my shoulder. “Just sealing it up,” he says. I let my head fall back against his shoulder and groan at the warmth of his tongue sliding across the sensitive skin. He chuckles into my ear, a devious sound if I ever heard one. Fuck.
I feel like I'm about to collapse when a hand grips my cock. I startle, and I evidently clench, because Kane grunts against my neck. “Uh, sorry. You surprised me.”
“It's all good. Just relax against me, Big Guy. I've got you. You ready to come with me?” I nod, unable to speak as he ratchets my body even higher. “Fuck, you look so good leaning up against me. You and me, Talon. It's just us. I want you to feel me stroking your cock, and I want you to feel me fucking you. This ass is driving me wild, and I cannot wait to fill you. You don't know the high that you're about to hit, and I cannot wait to taste you.”
He continues the slow and steady pace of thrusting his hips, but his hand begins to pump my dick faster, and my body reacts with hardening like granite. He doesn't let up, and I swear my hands grip the wood with enough force to splinter the boards. I've only fought for an orgasm this high before, and that was when I claimed my mate. Thinking of Rogue and that night pushes me over my peak, and I groan loudly with my release.
Kane releases my cock and grips my hips with both hands, finishing quickly after me. When his warmth floods my insides, it turns my blood into lava and sends me over the edge once more. Pure intoxication surges through my veins, and I must collapse in his arms, because the next thing I know, I'm lying on Kane's chest as he is propped up against the shower wall. The water continues to pour down, and the steady beat of the drops on my body slowly washes the haze of lust away.
“Oh, um, sorry,” I mumble, attempting to get up. Instead, my body fails me, and my limbs have no strength to react to my command. Kane only smiles before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back into his embrace.
“Shh,” he whispers. “Relax. It's fine. My venom and cum have euphoric and relaxing properties, so it may be a little while before you can properly move on your own. I don't mind it–you sitting here with me. It's…nice.”
As I relent to his hold, I lie back, enjoying the spray of the water as we both come down. I never expected this, and while Rogue is still my mate who I'll love till I pass on, I think I could enjoy spending more time with Kane. Especially if he knows how to work me over like that.