Page 28 of Fallen

“Your body says we can.” Alex was rutting up against him, his beautiful body flexing in time with Talon’s measured rhythm. “Nobody has to know. Take your pleasure, little bird. Let me make you feel good. You’re not selling your soul. I can’t suck it out through your dick.”

“Talon, oh God,” Alex breathed, and Talon sank his teeth into the meat of his shoulder. Alex cried out, his body arching like a drawn bow.

“There’s no god here, little bird,” he growled. “There’s only me.”

He expected retaliation. He expected anger. He didn’t expect Alex to angle his head up and capture Talon’s mouth in a biting kiss that curled evenhistoes. His human was so perfect, so full of passion and heat.

He guided Alex’s hands to the edges of the pillow. “Grip this and do not move them.”

When would his human stop surprising him? Every inch he pushed, Alex yielded. When would he find his limit? What would be too much? How long would it take for him to call a halt to this? And if he did, Talon would stop. He didn’t care for forcing someone. He wantedthis. Wanted to push until he was given all. There was more power in being given that surrender than in taking it.

“This—doesn’t feel like a dream,” Alex whimpered, his eyes on the twirling ceiling fan.

Trailing biting kisses down Alex’s chest, Talon flicked a glance up at him. “Do you want it to stop?” He flattened his palm on Alex’s hard length, rubbing in long, slow presses.

Alex’s eyes fluttered shut, and his teeth sank into his bottom lip. “No, don’t stop.”

Triumph roared within him. He worked his way down Alex’s beautiful, golden-tanned body, sloppy kisses and licks and scraping bites that left the impression of his teeth behind on supple skin. Alex took it all willingly, writhing up into every touch, his hips seeking friction.

Alex no doubt put a lot of work into his body for his very physical calling. Fighting demons was no mean feat. It required perfection, and Alex had achieved it.

His fingers curled under the waistband of Alex’s boxer briefs, and a quiet whimper left him. Talon studied his face for a moment. His eyes were screwed shut tightly, his head tipped back. He held the edges of the pillow in a white-knuckled grip.

“Look at me,” Talon ordered. He wanted Alex to see him, wanted there to be no doubt that this was what he wanted. That it wasTalonhe wanted.

His eyes opened, blinking a handful of times at the whirling ceiling fan before falling, finding Talon kneeling between his legs. He tugged slightly on the fabric, and Alex raised his hips. As good as a signed and sealed document of permission.

He tossed the underwear away and hooked his hands under Alex’s knees, pushing them up and out, baring all of him for Talon’s view. His cock was full and thick, his untouched hole puckered and dusted with coarse hair. Alex squirmed under his perusal, and for once, Talon showed mercy. He started at Alex’s knee, kissing his way up his inner thigh. Those powerful thighs tightened briefly, as though instinctively wanting to close.

Talon wrapped his fingers around his cock, and Alex mewled, his spine arching. He pumped slowly, watching the tension drain from Alex’s body as pleasure took hold. He teased the head with quick, tight strokes through the ridged ring of his fingers, eager for the way Alex tried to fuck up into his fist to make him strip the whole length. He could do this for hours, watching Alex slowly fall apart under him.

But dawn would be soon, and he was certain the harsh light of day would break this lovely spell. He leaned in, tightening his fingers in a punishing ring around the base just to hear Alex cry out. He dropped long, open-mouthed kisses to the swollen head of his cock, kissed his way down one side and up the other.

“Please, please, Talon, please,” Alex moaned, his hips hitching up into the air.

Perfection. As a reward for those beautiful sounds, Talon sucked him down inch by inch, removing his hand from the base so he could take it all, pressing his nose to the tuft of hair there. Desperate, rasping sounds left Alex’s mouth as Talon began to bob his head long and slow. It couldn’t last as long as he’d like, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t draw it out and enjoy it while it did.

Alex’s mouth was open and inviting, so Talon slipped two fingers between his lips. They closed around the intrusion at once, his hand wrapping around Talon’s wrist, and Talon moved his fingers in and out in time with his head, not quite deep enough to trigger Alex’s gag reflex. When they were properly coated, he removed them, dragging them down Alex’s body and leaving a wet trail behind that chilled beneath the ceiling fan, causing goosebumps to rise.

While Alex was distracted by his mouth, he pressed a wet finger to his hole, his other hand pushing Alex’s knee up and away to keep him open and bared. He eased one finger inside—fuck, he was tight—and a hoarse sound punched out of him. Talon moaned, quickening the pace of his mouth. He worked his finger slowly back and forth, in and out, until he was properly fucking him with it.

The noises he made now were deeper, lower.Wanton.His cock was leaking now, salty precum teasing Talon with what was to come. He redoubled his efforts, and Alex’s body strung tight, an arrow waiting for release. His cries reached a fever pitch, his back arching.

“I’m—” He came hard, spilling down Talon’s throat with a hoarse shout. His hole fluttered, as though to suck Talon’s finger deeper, and he moaned around Alex’s bucking cock, wondering what that would feel like aroundhiscock.

He drank every drop of Alex’s cum, lingering until his cock was softening and Alex writhed at every brush of his wicked tongue. He would stay here if Alex would let him, tease him until he was hard and spilling inside him a second time. But not yet. He wasn’t ready yet.

He crawled back up Alex’s body and blanketed his weight over him. “You can let go of the pillow now.”

His fists relaxed, but he didn’t move his arms at all. In fact,hedidn’t move at all, except to spread his legs further, cradling Talon between them.

“You did so good,” Talon praised, kissing him hot and slick. Alex’s mouth was pliant and soft, like his entire body was boneless. It made Talon want to roar with possessive pride. “My sweet little bird. You obeyed me so well, and you look just as beautiful when you come as I thought you would.”

A shudder went through Alex. Talon might’ve missed it if they hadn’t been lined up from chest to thigh.

“Do you like that?” Talon whispered, leaning in to press the words to his jaw. “Do you like it when I call you my sweet little bird? Do you like to hear how good you are for me? How perfectly your cock fits in my throat? How tight and perfect your hole is?”

Alex blinked his eyes open, and his hands finally rose, carding into Talon’s hair. “I’m not entirely sure any of this has been real.”

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