“Shh.” I kiss the worry line between his brows. “I know who you are, Talon. I know what you’re carrying. And I want you anyway. All of you. I’ll protect your heart like you’ve protected me.”
Something breaks open in his expression, vulnerability and longing and perhaps dare I say hope. He lifts me then and carries me to his bedroom.
We undress each other slowly, mapping new territory with lips and fingers and whispered words. His body is magnificent, broad and scarred and utterly unselfconscious once his clothes fall away. I trace the marks of his past, the evidence of a life lived hard, and he shivers under my touch.
“You’re sure?” he asks as his hands roam my skin with increasing confidence.
“Yes,” I breathe against his throat. “Yes, yes, always yes.” I might be the courtesan, but he’s taking me apart as if he went through training himself.
His callused hand takes us both, and he strokes, using our pre-cum as lube. He’s slow and deliberate, nothing like anyone from the Winter Court. Nothing like the people that used me. He’s reverent in his actions as if this is an illusion, as if I might disappear on him.
We kiss, taking our time as he sends pleasure down my spine. He walks me toward the bed until the mattress hits the back of my legs. I drop down and I’m eye level with his dick. I lick my lips.
“May I?” I ask before taking him in hand.
“No, let me take care of you, Wren.” He takes my wrist and kisses my palm before dropping to his knees in front of me. He nuzzles my thigh and lines kisses over my chest. My heart slams in my chest. It’s as if he’s worshiping me.
Talon spreads my knees and takes me in hand. There’s a small smile on his lips. “I might have signed up for an online course on dick sucking.”
I laugh louder than I meant, but Talon joins me.
“I know. It’s ridiculous, but I wanted to make it good for you.” He kisses my thighs one at a time.
“I’m already panting for more.” I pull him up to kiss him again. “I want to know what that beard feels like.”
“I can show you.”
The yelp is undignified when he flips me to my stomach. I flail and settle in the same beat. I know exactly what he wants and spread my legs. His hands spread my cheeks, and he rubs his cheek across the globe of my ass.
“Like that?” he asks.
“Mmmm, more.”
His tongue flicks across my hole, and I suck in a breath. His beard grazes along my cheeks with every movement. Oh, this is nice. I squirm and writhe as he continues licking and sucking my hole.
“Oh, fuck. Talon. Fuck.”
“Yeah?” He swipes his cheek across my thigh.
“Don’t you fucking stop.” I push my ass out more, wanting his bearded cheeks everywhere.
“Mmm, don’t plan on it anytime soon, my dear.”
I’m practically begging to come when he stops playing with my hole. I’m not sure how much I’ll like the burn of the beard tomorrow, but right now I’m happy as can be. He kisses one cheek, then the other.
“Make me come, Talon. Please.” I wiggle and stroke my cock. I don’t care if I don’t look like a perfect Fae courtesan. It would horrify my teachers and former patrons to see how I beg.
Talon reaches into the nightstand and grabs a bottle of lube. I’m not sure if he really needs it with how he’s treated my hole, but it can’t hurt.
I flip to my back, wanting to see him.
“Ready?” he asks.
“More than ready.” I pull him down for another kiss.
When he finally sinks into me, we both gasp, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling. He moves with purpose and I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him deeper, to show him what I want. Show him how good he makes me feel.
“Wren,” he chants, my name becoming a prayer. “Wren, Wren, my Wren. You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.”
