Page 13 of The Players We Hate
I didn’t even realize I was grinding against him until his palm pressed flat against my pelvis, holding me in place.
“Don’t move,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
When I glanced down, my breath caught. The sight of his lips glistening with me sent a tremor through my body.
His mouth curved into a slow, wicked smile before he dove back in.
Tension coiled low in my belly, sharp and electric. I gasped when he pushed my thighs toward my chest, opening me to him completely. A low growl vibrated from his throat as his tongue worked deeper, more deliberately. My mind blanked. There was nothing left but sensation.
“Oh God. Holy sh—” My words dissolved into a breathless moan, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Eyes on me, Wren.”
The command was all gravel and heat. My eyes flew open, locking on him—on the hunger in his expression—and it unraveled me all over again.
Then his tongue was replaced by the slow, purposeful push of his finger. The slick sound was obscene. Heat flooded my cheeks, but the embarrassment burned away the instant his gaze caught mine.
“You have me so fuckin’ hard,” he muttered, voice rough and low. “I’m grinding against my own bed, fighting the urge to come just from tasting you.”
I reached for him, desperate to touch him, to give him something in return. He shook his head.
“Not tonight,” he said. His tone was firm and final. “Tonight’s about you.”
The question formed on my tongue. I wanted to ask him when it’d be his turn. But before I could speak, he curled his finger and found the spot inside me that sent another jolt through every nerve in my body.
I arched off the bed with a strangled gasp.
“Let go, Wren,” he said through gritted teeth. “Give it to me. I want all of it. I want to walk back down to that party with the taste of your cum on my tongue.”
That was all it took before I broke.
A gasp ripped from my throat as my entire body tightened and finally let go. My whole body jerked beneath him, trembling with a release I couldn’t stop if I tried.
He didn’t pull away right away. He lowered me slowly, his mouth trailing from my thigh to the curve of my hip. His hand held me there, strong and unyielding, making sure I felt every second of it.
When I could finally breathe again, I realized he was making his way up my body. He kissed across my stomach, over my ribs, and along the center of my chest.
When he reached my face, he paused.
I blinked up at him, dazed and breathless, my chest rising and falling as if I had just run a mile. My body felt weightless, but my heart pounded with something heavier—something I didn’t have words for yet.
Talon leaned over me, his touch impossibly gentle as he brushed a few strands of hair from my cheek. “You okay?” he asked, voice quiet, careful not to break whatever this was between us.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” I whispered. “I didn’t know I could.”
His lips tilted into a faint smile, but his green eyes stayed serious, searching mine.
Then my phone vibrated against the floor. The sound was distant but insistent, a reminder that the world outside this room still existed.
I sat up slightly, breathed shakily, and leaned over the side of the bed. I found my phone and turned it over in my hand.
A single message lit up my lock screen.
Mother: Wren, let us know you’re safe. Where are you?
My stomach twisted.
Before I could even react, another alert buzzed through.
