Page 58 of Fallen

Talon groaned. He never would.

As soon as they spilled inside, Talon had him up against the wall, burying his tongue between Alex’s lips and tugging a leg up around his waist. Alex moaned, clinging to his shoulders.

“Don’t tease me right now,” Alex pleaded. “Just fuck me, okay? I just want—I just want tofeel something.”

“I’ll make you feel something,” Talon promised darkly. He hooked his hand under Alex’s other leg, and he instinctively wrapped his legs around him, just like Talon wanted. “Where’s your lube?” he asked as he carried Alex toward the bedroom.

“Uh, bathroom. In the cabinet.”

Talon did an about-face in the bedroom doorway and went into the bathroom instead. There was a large mirror over the sink, and a hanging cabinet above the toilet. Smearing their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, Alex opened the cabinet and grabbed the bottle of lube.

On their way back out, Talon paused by the sink. “I’ve got an idea.”

Alex pulled away to blink at him. “Oh?”

Talon set him on his feet with a wicked smile. “Yeah. Turn around. Hands on the sink.”

Alex obeyed, his face flushing when he met his own eyes in the mirror. Talon set the bottle on the counter beside him, kissing his neck as his hands slid beneath his shirt. Alex relaxed in increments, arching back into his touch with a breathy sigh.

Talon tossed the shirt away, kissing his way across Alex’s flushed shoulders as his hands opened his jeans and pushed them down with his underwear. Alex squirmed.

“I want you completely naked for this,” Talon said, going to his knees to unlace Alex’s combat boots.

Alex blew out a breath as Talon pulled off his boots and socks and gently removed everything from his lower half. He kissed up the back of one thigh, flattening a hand in the middle of Alex’s back and urging him to bend at the waist.

He wasted no time. Alex wanted to fuck, and Talon would be glad to. He slicked up two fingers, working them inside his tight hole while his other stroked Alex’s cock in a slow and steady rhythm, just enough to keep him distracted. When he began rocking his hips in needy little thrusts, Talon stood, coating his hand in some more lube and slicking his cock with a groan.

“You want to forget everything else but me,” Talon repeated, a satisfied snarl in his voice. One hand wrapped around Alex’s throat as the other notched his cock at Alex’s entrance. “So look at me. Look atus.”

Alex was panting, flushed from his cheeks all the way down his chest. He arched, pressing his hips back so Talon’s cock popped inside his hole. They both groaned, and Talon absently bit the teeth-shaped bruise on Alex’s neck in light, teasing nips.

“Raise your knee,” he said, guiding one of Alex’s knees up onto the counter. “Open yourself up for me, that’s it.”

“Talon,fuck.”

“Yes.” Talon drew out until only the head of his cock remained and pushed back in. Alex moaned loudly.

Talon fucked into him hard and fast, one arm snug around his waist and the other holding his throat in a firm, possessive grip. Every ragged moan and gasp vibrated against his palm, and Alex’s pretty blue eyes were locked on his in the mirror.

“Just us, only us, that’s it,” Talon said, and Alex reached back, tangling his fingers in Talon’s hair. The other held Talon’s arm around his waist for purchase.

“Just us,” Alex repeated desperately, and sparks of hot pleasure shot down Talon’s spine.

“That’s right. Touch yourself, little bird. I want to see you come like this, wrapped up in me.”

A litany of Talon’s name and broken pleas spilled from his lips as he stroked his cock. His body tightened like a strung bow, his back arching. A scream tore from him as cum splattered the sink, and a wicked, inhuman snarl left Talon at the sight. Alex’s hot body tightened around Talon’s cock, his hole pulsing with his orgasm, and Talon bit down as he followed Alex over the edge. Another weak cry left Alex as teeth punctured skin, and his sweet blood flooded Talon’s mouth.

His head swirled, his cock jerking weakly, and a low, blissful moan pitched from his chest. He could probably get off on the taste alone. Would like to try, one day.

Alex’s head was resting lazily on his shoulder, fingers combing idly through Talon’s hair while he lapped at the blood trickling sluggishly from the wound.

“I would apologize,” Talon started. His softening cock slipped from Alex’s hole, and Alex groaned weakly at the sensation.

“But you’re not sorry,” Alex finished.

“Not at all. Your blood tastes as good as your cum.” He raised his head and studied the bite. The impression of his teeth, smeared with crimson, had something hot and possessive flaring within him. “I hope it scars.”

“You’re so sweet,” Alex deadpanned. “Take me to bed. My foot is numb.”

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