Page 51 of Fallen

Talon turned his head and captured Alex’s mouth, and Alex tasted the iron of his own blood on Talon’s tongue. He fucked into the vee of Alex’s hip, sliding their cocks together with zero finesse, like he was desperate for it.

Talon popped the cap on the lube, smeared some on his fingers, and shifted back without breaking their kiss. A moment later Alex felt one digit press inside him, that burning stretch that was quickly growing familiar—even pleasant, because he knew pleasure would soon follow.

“Knees up,” Talon said raggedly, and Alex lifted his knees, cradling Talon’s sides. “Keep them up. I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re gonna feel so perfect.”

“Talon,” he groaned, rocking against the finger now deep inside him. There was no trepidation in him over what they were about to do. He trusted Talon to make him feel good. Just as he’d known how much Alex could take when he was sucking him, he trusted that Talon knew how much he could take here, too. “More, please, more.”

Talon obliged, and a second finger joined the first. A pitiful moan left him, the burn overriding the pleasure. Talon quickly kissed down his body and swallowed his cock to the root, distracting him from the burn as he scissored his fingers and added a third. It felt like too much, like he was going to burst. A sheen of sweat coated his skin, and he couldn’t stop the way his body writhed at the intrusion. Talon went slowly with him, fucking his fingers in and out with careful deliberation until the way finally eased.

Pleasure coiled in Alex’s gut, and soon he was writhing with new purpose, fucking himself down on those fingers and up into Talon’s mouth. He could just imagine how much better Talon’s cock would feel, his body blanketing Alex, his hands and mouth on him.

“Please, Talon, I’m ready,please.”

Talon came off his cock with apop. “You’re ready, huh? You want me to fuck you?” He opened the cap on the lube and squirted some into his hand, coating his cock generously.

“Yeah, yeah,” Alex breathed. He slid the knife out from under the pillow, studying the gleaming blade in the light.

Above him, Talon went very, very still, one hand wrapped around himself and the other resting on Alex’s inner thigh.

Pain didn’t bother Alex. He was a paladin, trained to be a warrior. With a smirk, he pressed the tip of the blade under his collar bone and drew a short line of crimson beading to the surface. The blade was so sharp he barely felt the sting.

Talon pushed his knees up, and Alex tossed the knife to the edge of the bed. The fat head of his cock pressed against Alex’s hole, and they both groaned as it pressed past the first ring of muscle and slipped inside. Then, Talon fell forward as though helpless, sealing his mouth to the wound and sucking hard as he worked his cock in and out of Alex’s willing body until he was as deep inside as he could possibly be.

The breath was stolen from Alex’s lungs as their bodies became one. It hurt, yes, but the pain was bright andgood, like a splinter removed from the skin. A sense of rightness settled inside him. This was the way things were meant to be. Him and Talon, together.

Talon lifted his head. A droplet of blood clung to his bottom lip, which he absentmindedly licked away as he pressed their foreheads together.

“Tell me when you’re ready, little bird.”

He struggled to take a deep breath, and when his lungs filled with air, he nodded. “Okay. Okay, I’m ready.”

Fingers curled under Alex’s shoulders as Talon moved his hips, withdrawing and then tunneling back inside. Alex’s mind went blank. He lost his anger at the guild, his anger at the thing that killed his family. All he knew was Talon.

The pain faded, replaced with a sensation of fullness. Sparks of pleasure exploded under his skin with every thrust, and he couldn’t stop the moans from spilling past his lips. He never wanted it to end. It was all skin and heat and boiling pleasure, building in his gut.

At some point Talon reached between their bodies and took his neglected length in hand, stripping him in time with his pounding thrusts. Heat burned down his spine, and he arched, throwing his head back and screaming as his orgasm hit him.

Talon came with a muffled groan against Alex’s chest, his cock jerking in Alex’s sensitive hole.

Turning his head, Talon kissed him, lazy and sloppy, as they both shuddered through the aftershocks. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move, and Alex had no problem bearing his weight. Their hands idly explored each other’s bodies, carding up into sweat-damp hair and learning all of each other’s dips and curves. When he finally slipped from Alex’s body, Talon sat up and pushed his knees up once more, leaning in to inspect his leaking hole.

“Oh, little bird, you’re beautiful, all filled up with my cum,” he murmured, massaging a thumb over it.

Alex mewled.

“That feel good, baby?” Talon kissed his knee. “Are you sore?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Sorry, but I’m what they call insatiable,” Talon said, pressing his thumb just inside the hole and tugging at the rim to eke another moan from Alex. “I’ll do my best to let you recover.”

“Then get up here and stop messing with me,” Alex said, though it lacked heat.

Talon grinned, crawling up his body to kiss him tenderly. Alex wasn’t sure he would ever stop hungering for more of Talon’s affection, greedily opening up for every slick kiss. He would never tire of this.

Chapter 17

Talon

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