I angle myself above Sawyer, grinding the thick head of his cock at my entrance and sinking down all at once. A gasp bursts from both of us, but mine turns into a loud, obscene moan that echoes off the chamber walls.
“Oh witchtits,” Sawyer groans, hands flying to my hips.
“Fae lords,” I pant, tossing my hair back and rolling my hips. “You’re so big—fuck—no one’s ever filled me like this.”
I look straight at Talon as I say it.
Sawyer’s eyes flutter. “Fuck—darlin’, slow down, I?—”
But I don’t.
I speed up.
I ride him like he’s mine to break, grinding down with enough force to slap skin to skin, making sure Talon can hear it.
“You like that?” I pant. The question isn’t directed at Sawyer. “You like watching me get split open on someone else?”
Sawyer moans, panting hard. “Too much—shit—you gotta slow down or?—”
But I bounce harder, faster, grinding out every ounce of rage, shame, and heartbreak I’ve been choking on for days.
This isn’t feeding. This is punishment.
My hands slide up my own body, squeezing my breasts, and tossing my head back, I use every iota of power I have left to resist opening the fanged maw of my curse and sucking Sawyer dry.
I’m surrounded by sex, by delicious life force and sustenance that would save me. But I refuse it all.
I know it the moment before it happens.
Sawyer’s hands clamp down, his body jerks, and he lets out a strangled curse before pushing me off him, desperation written across his face.
I stumble back onto the sheets as he fists his cock and comes in a hot, pulsing rush across his own abs with a hoarse groan of relief and regret.
I sit there, legs splayed, chest heaving, heart pounding like a war drum.
But I don’t feel full.
Not even close.
Because it wasn’t Talon inside me.
And because I never fed.
When I look up, I find myself staring down one pissed off Dragon.
I’m not sure what rankled him more—openly taunting him, or not feeding, but his eyes spark with orange embers.
Talon isn’t distant and controlled anymore. He’s not annoyed or irritated. He’s furious. The fissures between his scales glow a deeper red, pulsing like veins lit with magma.
…that’s new.
“Again,” he growls.
I push myself upright, brushing hair from my face with the back of my hand, defiance still buzzing in my blood even as mylimbs start to shake from the drain I refuse to acknowledge. “I can do this all night,” I say casually, flicking a glance toward Sawyer. Fully meaning I will fuck this guy all night and never feed.
Sawyer groans behind me, still sprawled on the bed, hand flung over his face. “I just need a minute, darlin’.”
Talon doesn’t respond immediately, but something shifts behind his eyes, calculating, commanding. “Take your time,” he says to Sawyer—voice low, calm, terrifying. “But we’re not losing momentum.”
