Page 50 of Fallen

You’re not even a man at all,Alex considered saying, but it seemed like pointless semantics when the evidence of his manhood was a rigid outline pressing into Alex’s hip.

When Alex made no move to go toward the stairs, Talon rolled his eyes good-naturedly and manhandled Alex around. Keeping his hands on Alex’s hips, he marched him toward the black metal staircase.

“I’m not fucking you over the kitchen counter—today,” Talon said. “I have a feeling you’ll be more comfortable in the bed, fragile little human that you are.”

“Hey,” Alex protested halfheartedly, valiantly ignoring the way his whole body flushed with heat at Talon’s words.

Upstairs, Alex’s gaze was immediately drawn to the sprawling bed in the center of the room, with luxurious black sheets and blankets and a wrought-iron headboard. Tall bookshelves lined the glass wall that overlooked the city, blocking out much of the light and casting the bed in shadow. He supposed that was necessary for someone nocturnal.

Talon quickly divested Alex of his clothing and shoved him down hard onto the bed, which was as soft as expected. He shifted around, resting his head on a pillow that smelled like Talon, like soap and tobacco and spice, and watched as the demon pushed his waistband down.

He was wearing nothing beneath the sweatpants. His body was lean and long, and his cock bobbed free of the fabric, flushed red and uncut. He was beautiful, and Alex distantly wondered if he would ever tire of looking at him. He looked like a marble statue, his raven black hair and midnight eyes a stark contrast against the perfectly white canvas of flesh.

Alex’s mouth watered with the desire to taste him. He scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled Talon between his legs. His full cock was almost at eye level, and Alex’s stomach flipped at the prospect of putting it in his mouth. He’d never done that before, but hewanted.

“Little bird, speak your mind,” Talon said, carding clever fingers through Alex’s short hair.

“Can I put my mouth on you?” he rasped.

“Mm. If I ever say no to that, you can assume something isverywrong.”

Alex huffed out a laugh. “Only, I’ve never—done that before.” He stroked his hands up and down the back of Talon’s thighs, reveling in the sensation of coarse hair and bare skin on his palms.

An animalistic growl vibrated out of him, and Talon tilted his head back like he couldn’t bear to look at him.

“I expected as much. It pleases me very much to be your first—and your only.” Strong fingers threaded into his hair, gripping just tight enough to feel possessive. “Youronly, little bird.”

“Yes,” Alex agreed breathlessly. “Just you. Only you.”

He gently wrapped his fingers around Talon’s length, smiling at the sound the demon made. He pulled the foreskin back to reveal the plump head and, recalling what Talon had done to him, pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip.

A quiet noise left Talon, and Alex suddenly understood what he meant about feeling powerful when someone surrendered. Talon could probably snap him in half if he wanted, but he was making himself vulnerable for Alex,lettingAlex bring him pleasure.

He sucked the head into his mouth, humming curiously at the taste of clean skin as he suckled lightly. Talon’s fingers curled firmly around his head. The barest amount of pressure in his fingertips had Alex sliding forward, taking his cock deeper.

“Ah,” Talon sighed. “There you go. Don’t worry, I won’t give you more than you can handle.”

How did the power shift so quickly back out of his control? Alex stopped wondering, his free hand gripping Talon’s hip while the demon slowly, patiently, fucked in and out of Alex’s mouth.

“You’re so good,” Talon praised as his cock inched deeper. “So fucking perfect for me. Just relax. See how much you can take.”

Alex’s awareness went a little hazy as Talon worked himself in and out of his mouth. His eyes grew heavy, and even when Talon brushed the back of his throat and his gag reflex convulsed, it wasn’t enough to bring him fully out of it.

“That’s enough, little bird. Lie back and let me take care of you now.”

Alex had no reason to resist this time, so he laid down and shifted his hands under the pillow beneath him. Cold metal met skin, and a bite of pain had him drawing away with a grunt.

Talon, withdrawing a clear bottle of lubricant from the bedside table, froze. Black eyes turned toward him, finding the line of blood on the heel of Alex’s hand.

“Knife under your pillow?” Alex asked, studying Talon’s careful expression.

“Always. Alex…” Notlittle bird. Talon rarely said his given name.

He’d heard stories about demons drinking human blood. He’d never known for sure whether it was true.

Throwing caution to the wind, he angled his knees up, making a space for Talon between them, and held out his hand. “Do you want a taste?”

Talon was on him in a heartbeat, bearing him down into the mattress. Their cocks rubbed together deliciously as Talon guided his hand up and sealed his mouth around the cut with a wanton moan. The suction of his mouth drew a gasp from Alex, but it didn’t hurt. Talon’s eyes rolled back as though Alex tasted divine.

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