Finally, I let it out.
“It’s my ex-husband.”
Talon stills for a beat. Then he laughs—quiet and breathless, almost relieved.
“Of course it is.”
He doesn’t press the subject. Doesn’t ask for more. Doesn’t offer pity. Instead, he lets the silence hold for a heartbeat longer. And then I feel his mouth on the nape of my neck.
Not teasing.
Possessive. So unlike the Talon I’ve known thus far.
“You’re not his anymore,” he growls. “Not in body, not in blood, not in fucking soul.”
He punctuates each word with a press of his hips against mine, his hands roaming down my sides, over the curve of my thighs. When his palm slides between them, he groans low.
“Gods, you’re soaked.”
I gasp, knuckles white against the wood. My heart hammers. The reality of my body hits harder than anything else. This isn’t numbness anymore. This is hunger.
“Bet he never made you beg,” Talon murmurs, fingers barely ghosting the plump flesh of my pussy. “Bet he didn’t have a fucking clue what this body wants. You want me to prove it to you, Little Grim?”
“Y-yes,” I choke out, breath hitching.
The belt tightens around one wrist again, re-looped and secured to something on his gear. Not painfully, but firmly. Itholds me still while he kneels behind me, dragging his tongue slowly up the inside of my thigh like a man starved. I jerk at the sensation, but he only laughs quietly, mouth now pressed to my opening.
When his tongue slides between my folds, I nearly sob. There’s nothing careful about him. He’s dipping his tongue right in, like he doesn’t care about the sounds I might make. Like he doesn’t care if the others wake up.
Maybe, unlike me, he wants them to.
“T-Talon—” I hiss, my voice breaking as my hips buck.
“Gods,” he groans into me. “Didn’t think you’d be this sweet. This messy. You’re such a fucking treat, Little Grim.”
The long, slow drags of his tongue, followed by short, flicking bursts make my legs shake. He works me over, like it’s his soul on the line if he doesn’t wring every last drop of pleasure from mine.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
And when he slides two fingers inside me, curling just right, I scream. It's not loud, but it's definitely loud enough. My eyes flick toward Cassian’s bed, terrified. Thrilled. But he doesn’t stir. Neither does Nathaniel.
Talon chuckles darkly behind me. “Told you. Dead sleep. Now let me feel you come.”
Something about those words hits a switch I didn’t know I had. My whole body clenches around his fingers as my orgasm crashes through me like lightning. Sudden, electric, and burning hot. I tremble beneath him, forehead pressed to the table, mouth open and silent as the aftershocks ripple through me.
He doesn’t stop right away. He rides it out, licking and stroking me through it. And when I finally collapse against the table, gasping, limp and boneless, he rises behind me.
“You good?” he murmurs, and there’s something in his tone. Something rare. Not smug. Not cocky. Just… sincere.
I nod weakly, still catching my breath.
But Talon? He’s not finished.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, utterly calm, like he’s telling me the weather.
Oh, god.
“And you’re going to take it, Skye. Every inch.”
