Page 87 of Fallen Heirs

I chuckled. “That we are.”

He nuzzled into my touch, his eyes hooding as he looked me up and down again, the tide clearly changing for him. Or so it seemed on the surface. But with Talon, when it came to this issue, the sudden shift went hand-in-hand with the rest. Now he’d put his fears out there, he needed physicality, closeness in that way. “You know, seeing you out there with theObsidiantroops, being their almighty leader, giving orders, running drills, letting your power loose, all of that… it’s been a major turn-on.” He brushed his lips lightly over mine.

“Is that so?” I breathed against his mouth.

“Shit, yeah.”

In the next second, he ramped it up, grasping my shoulders and crushing his mouth to mine.

I teased his lips with my tongue and he opened for me with a sigh of much-needed surrender, and I savored the taste of him, teasing, gliding, then hooking his tongue with mine.

He rose up on me and straddled my lap, grinding roughly, escalating things quickly, showing me how needy he really was.

And with every rough rub of our cocks through our clothes, he was taking me with him.

“Fuck, Tal,” I breathed, as he broke our kiss and slathered his tongue all over my throat, then dipped down to bite at my nipples. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Just the way I like you, Dark Prince.”

He was calling out that side of me.

And I was here for it.

A growl rumbled from me a moment before I rolled him beneath me, removed his trunks with a flick of my magic, then shoved his knees up to his shoulders, essentially folding him in half and displaying him vulnerably for me.

“Grab your ankles and keep your legs there. Wide open to me.”

He was panting with anticipation, his eyes hooded, and he did it instantly.

I grinned, then spread his ass cheeks wide and slicked my tongue around his hole.

Swirling, sucking, and biting, I had him in a frenzy within moments and he was crying out and digging his fingers into his legs, struggling to keep position while I tormented him so beautifully to my utter satisfaction.

“Ah, shit, Ore,” he gasped, completely overcome.

I lubed two of my fingers with my magic, then drew them around his hole, before dipping inside. I groaned as I felt him clenching down around them, so desperate for it, for me.

“Yes,” he breathed as I drove deeper and began twisting and making him tremble, then sawing in and out. “Magic fucking fingers… shit.”

“Not just fingers,” I said, shifting my weight and leaning down and closing my lips over his crown and sucking hard until he bucked his hips, and lost control, releasing his legs, then sinking his fingers into my hair.

“Ungh… fuck,” he cried, as I took him right to the back of my throat, then swirled my tongue wildly around his pulsing shaft, while pumping my fingers in and out of his ass at a furious pace. He was shuddering around me, crying out, humping back on me, losing his ever-loving shit.

And I wasn’t above it either, watching his reactions, his blissed-out cries rolling through me and doing a hell of a number on my cock.

I flicked my hand at my pants, stripping myself fully naked, then I lifted my mouth from his cock, a little whimper escaping him as I did.

Then I angled my cock, grasped his hips, and sank into his ass.

“Fuck,” I groaned as his tight little hole gripped me fiercely.

“Ore,” he choked on a shudder, as I drove deep and hit his sweet spot.

Our gazes clashed as I pounded into him, the sensation taking me over, but he had me starting as I saw emotion coming through the pleasure haze I had him enveloped in.

He needed me.

He needed me so badly.

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