Page 73 of The Anointed's Paladin

“Do you…want some of my blood again?” I asked, my heart speeding up.

“I’ve been wondering how long you’d go before inviting me back,” he murmured. “Can’t get enough?”

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” I said automatically. The words sent a jolt of fear through me as they left my lips.

“All right. But first, you have to do as you’re told.” He rolled onto his back, pulling me over so I was kneeling over him, caging him with my arms. I could feel his erection pressing against me and shifted my hips eagerly. “I saw something in you today,” he said, eyes flashing with desire. “When you fought…it was like you were unleashed. Untethered.”

I felt torn. The rage I slipped into when I killed wasn’t something I felt I should be proud of. Yet hearing that Kaine liked it sent a dangerous thrill through me.

“Spread out your wings as much as you can,” he commanded.

I slowly unfurled them, stretching them out as far as I could in the small room. I felt massive, looming over him like this. He gazed atme appreciatively, his hands trailing down my torso, my abs, teasing around my shaft. My breathing was heavy as I awaited his direction. He looked so perfect, tangled in the sheets below me. His lips were slightly pink from our kiss, his hair messy and his shirt half off.

“Bend down to me, Talon,” he said, and I obeyed, lowering myself over him, elbows placed on either side of his head. My hair fell around my face as I gazed into his pale eyes. His mouth opened in a delighted smile, his tongue trailing along the sharp points of his elongated canines. I swallowed, my mouth dry.

“Now, stay still,” he whispered, and pulled me down, brushing his lips along my neck. My cock jerked, straining towards him.

Here I was. His, even for a moment. A dangerous thought fluttered into my head. I could make this permanent. All it would take was a simple question.

Can you help me?

I recoiled from the thought. That path would lead to death.

I held myself above him as his teeth pierced my skin, claiming me. Taking me. His nails dug into my back, but I held steady. He bit deeper and arched towards me, pulling me down, and I had to latch on to the wall with my wing to not crush him. I groaned from the intensity of the bite. Every muscle I had was trembling from the effort, but he’d told me to stay still. Pleasure was building within me as I held fast against his grip, and he drank deeply.

He shifted, his hand stroking my hair before he pulled off, sinking back down into the bed and looking at me as he let out a sigh. His breathing was heavy, blood smeared on his lips. His eyes were glazed, a faraway half smile resting on his lips.I had done that.

It ached, how gorgeous he looked beneath me. His lean frame, the smoothness of his skin, the prominent muscles around his shoulders,accented by his slender collarbones. My neck throbbed, but I didn’t want to heal it. It was a mark that he had been there.

His eyes focused again, sliding back to look at me.

He rested a hand on my chest, pushing me up and then down to the floor. He stepped off the bed and came with me, kneeling in front of me, his hands trailing up my wings. I reached out, touching him, feeling the strong muscles in his back shifting as he moved. I traced my finger down his spine and he shivered. He reached up, taking my horn and forcing my head back. Fuck, I loved it when he did that. He leaned closer and traced his lips along the bite mark on my neck, licking the last few drops.

“Are you mine, Talon?” he whispered next to my ear. A shiver ran through me.

“Completely,” I breathed. It was the truth right now, at least.

Forever, I wanted to say, but those words couldn’t leave my lips. They would be a beautiful lie, a promise I longed for but couldn’t deliver.

“Good,” he said, rising so he was above me.

He trailed his finger up my wing, lingering on the talon on the top. His fingertip pressed into the sharp point, drawing a drop of blood.

I was trying to be patient, be perfect as I waited for him, but my tail gave me away, lashing behind me as I gazed up at him. I needed to touch him. I leaned closer, lips brushing against his abs, trailing down, kissing and nipping his skin. He let out a moan of pleasure, and I went to continue, but he stopped me.

“Take them off,” Kaine said, guiding my hands to his pants. I reverently slid them down, revealing his hard, slim length. It was flushed a darker colour than his surrounding skin, and I unsheathed my tongue as I took in the prominent veins winding up the shaft, and the tip already wet with pre-cum.

I gazed up at him, and his hand caressed my face, a nail digging into my skin. My breathing was shaky, and my tail lashed again, the sight of his naked body sending more blood to my erection, to the point it was almost painful. My tongue was pounding, split already, and I wanted to taste him. He had different plans, though.

“I want…to watch you. On your knees, touching yourself. Now,” he said. He didn’t have to ask twice. My dick was in my hand, the friction pure bliss to my swollen skin.

He watched me, biting his lip. My cheeks were burning under his gaze, but his arrogant posture, his narrowed eyes, were just turning me on even more.

“Mmm. You’re so perfect for me, Talon. So desperate.”

I wasn't going to last long if he kept looking at me like that. He walked away and sat down on the bed, leaning on his elbow. I moaned as he started touching himself as well, hooded eyes watching me. His manner was almost lazy, relaxed, just taking me in. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand working his shaft. The tip let out another bead of wetness, and just the sight of that enraptured me, tipping me over the edge. The pleasure that had been building inside me burst forth, and I moaned as it took me over, searing through my body and gripping my mind.

“Good boy,” drawled Kaine as I panted, letting the orgasm work its way through me. When I had finished, he beckoned me towards him. “Come here. Kneel in front of me.”

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