“Talon—oh my god—” she gasps, one hand flying to my hair. She grabs a fistful, as if unsure whether to pull me closer or push me away. Either way, she ends up just holding on for dear life as I pleasure her.
I groan into her, the vibration making her squeal. She’s hypersensitive, her clit throbbing under my tongue each time I circle it. But even as she writhes and cries out, her hips are tilting toward my mouth, seeking more.Atta girl.
I glance up as I latch onto her clit and give it a gentle suck. Her back arches clean off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dredyn mutters under his breath.
I smirk and return my full attention to Mara’s drenched core. She’s babbling now, something between a sob and a moan. “I—I can’t… it’s too… ohh!” Her protests melt into another moan as I slide two fingers inside her.
Her inner walls spasm around my fingers instantly. She’s close, despite thinking she couldn’t possibly have anything left. I know better—women can go and go, if you know how to treat them.
And I pride myself on being an expert.
“Talon… please!” she wails. Whether she’s begging me to stop or to never stop, I honestly don’t care. Her tone says it’s good—too good. I flick my tongue faster over her swollen nub, relentless now.
Herthighs start to shake around my head, and her grip in my hair tightens almost painfully.
Yes, there it is.
Her entire body tenses, and I feel the gush of her release as she breaks apart.
Mara screams. Loudly. It’s music to my ears. I don’t let up, lapping at her eagerly as her third orgasm crashes through her. She’s sobbing my name. “Talon, Talon, oh!” Legs quivering uncontrollably against my shoulders.
I only gentle my assault when I feel her pushing weakly at my head, finally oversensitive. I give her one last soft kiss right on her clit that makes her squeak, then I withdraw my fingers and sit up, licking them clean with a dramatic sigh of satisfaction.
Her chest is heaving as she gulps in air, her entire body limp, glistening with sweat. Tears streak her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, and her hands lie flung to the sides, trembling. I crawl up beside her and can’t resist planting a smug kiss on her cheek.
“Jasper got your first, princess,” I whisper into her ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “but I’ll be your favorite.”
A weak laugh huffs out of her—half incredulous, half too sated to care about my cheeky comment. Through her panting, she manages a breathless reply. “You… are… ridiculous…”
I beam. “And you love it.”
She makes a sleepy sound and I notice her eyes fluttering closed, completely done in. Her body has likely hit its limit and then some.
Behind me, a low chuckle comes from Dredyn. “Cocky bastard,” he rumbles, but there’s no malice in it. Jasper signs something quick—looks like an insult or a playful jab, but I’m too lazy to parse it out right now.
I content myself with gathering Mara into my arms. She’s as limp as a ragdoll, but when I arrange her half on top of me, her head on my chest, she nuzzles in with a little hum.
“There we go,” I murmur, stroking her damp hair back fromher face. Her eyes are closed, her breathing evening. I think she’s already half asleep, poor thing.
Jasper silently disappears from the room for a moment—I catch the door opening and closing. Dredyn climbs onto the bed on Mara’s other side, careful not to jostle her too much. He runs a hand gently up and down her back, soothing.
“Welcome to the pack, Princess,” I whisper down to her. She doesn’t respond, lost in an exhausted haze perhaps, but the slight smile on her bruised lips speaks volumes.
The door creaks again, and Jasper slips back inside, a towel steaming faintly in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He passes me the glass first, silent but efficient, then crouches to tend to her. I sit up enough to bring it to Mara’s lips.
“Drink, love,” I coax softly. Her eyes slit open, and she obediently takes a few sips. Good girl. She truly is out of it. Her head lolls back to my chest as soon as I take the glass away.
That’s when I realize I should probably have some pants on—my cock’s still half-hard and very naked under the covers. Jasper’s glance flicks down, then back up, mouth twitching.
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, smirking. “Keep staring. Won’t make yours bigger.”
Dredyn snorts, shaking his head. “You two comparing cocks over her body, I swear…”
Jasper signs and I grin, translating since Dredyn can’t see. “He says he’d win anyway.”
When he’s finished, Jasper drops the towel to the floor and gives me a pointed nudge. I shift over without complaint, letting him slide in behind Mara and wrap her up from the back. She’s bracketed between us now, while Dredyn lies next to Jasper.
