“That was a dirty trick,” Falcon warns Shayne.
“Hey, you were into it,” Shayne murmurs, clearly regretting nothing.
His knot starts to wear off, his cock going back to its regular extra-long size.
He’s still hard, but I know he’s spent. I felt it when he came inside me.
He pulls out, and his cum spills out of me, getting my thighs slick.
“I should clean you up,” Shayne murmurs, clearly completely down for licking Falcon’s cum off me, and probably out of me, too.
“You’ll do what I ask you to do,” Falcon tells him. “I’m going to lay down, and you’re going to take our mate from behind, while I lick her to climax.”
Shayne raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to ask Robin if that sounds good, or …”
Chapter Ninety-Two
Falcon
Iturn my gaze onto Robin. She’s on her knees, bright eyes full of desire.
There’s no doubt in my mind about what she wants right now.
I lean in and kiss and her.
She kisses back ravenously.
I break the kiss and look into her eyes. “Do you want my mark now?”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “I want your mark. And I want to mark you.”
That last part is a surprise, but I’m willing to indulge it.
“I’m going to mark you here,” I tell her, stroking the unmarked side of her pretty throat.
“Okay,” she says. “Can I mark you here?”
She touches my throat, and I nod. “You can mark me anywhere you want.”
“Now?” she asks, showing me her teeth have sharpened.
“Now,” I agree, sinking lower to make it easy.
She moves her head in close and bites down slowly, making it sting a little.
“Harder,” I instruct. “It has to be hard enough to leave a permanent scar.”
She bites down harder, and I’m filled with the euphoria that comes with the acceptance of a new mating mark.
She moves back and looks at it.
“Me now,” Shayne insists, moving in close.
She smiles at him, showing her teeth are still sharp.
“Anywhere,” he whispers.
She moves in and makes her mark on his throat, like she did mine.
