Page 19 of Feeding Beauty (The Lost Girls #5)

It feels like we are putting on a show for him. He’s always been privy to my sex life, but this time I’m deliberately involving him.

"Sit back." Merry directs, not even hesitating.

Sitting with my legs spread, knees up, Merry wraps her arms around me to pull my lower lips apart.

"You like that view?" Merry asks, directly addressing Talon.

His throat bobs and his weight shifts again. A hand brushes by the front of his pants as if he is resisting the urge to either rearrange himself or grab hold.

He never has. Not once.

I know he gets aroused. Every time. Despite his serious nature, he is affected. Every time he watches.

But we're out here in the Common World. New rules.

My tongue pushes against my teeth, hard. Can I ask him? This is a new line we'd be crossing. If we cross too many, someone will get hurt.

"Unzip your pants." My voice is hoarse. I'm not sure if it's from Merry dipping a finger into me even as she holds me open, or from the emotional weight of asking Talon for something so personal, for something I desperately want.

He stills. A form frozen by my words.

I can't breathe, anticipation wrapping around my ribcage in constricting straps.

Talon's brows lower in a near glower as he shakes his head no.

A tearing, ripping pain goes through me. A feeling I've never known before, it takes me a moment to identify it.

Rejection .

I've never experienced it before. And it hurts and tears at me like a bitch with razor sharp claws.

Is it this embarrassing and unbearable for everyone else? How do people bear it?

Anger rises in me. At him? At our situation? At myself for even voicing what I want?

I'm so stupid. Talon is always in control, and I'm just this pathetic uncontrollable curse he takes care of and cleans up after.

A weird flash of him accusing me of never putting the cap back on anything hits me.

Good. I hope everything he touches spills all over him. I want things to feel as messy and out of control for him as it does for me.

"More," I whisper to Merry, reaching up to fondle my own breast.

Merry slides a finger up into me, and I groan at the addictive sensation of being penetrated.

"Don't you wish you were touching her?" Merry addresses Talon as she pumps in and out of me.

He stiffens, still not used to being addressed.

"She's so wet. So tight." Merry’s words are strained as if she's pained by how good it is. She seems to pick up on my need to torture him. A second finger joins the first, and she uses her other hand to rub my clit. I moan, and my hips buck for more.

A wicked smile curves my lips as Talon shifts again. We're pushing his buttons, but I want to slam down on them.

I writhe and roll my hips as if it were a dance for him to watch. The tension in my body swells higher, coiling tighter, sending hot tingles toward a place I'm desperate to go. I'm groaning and whimpering as I buck against Merry's skilled hands.

I turn my head and kiss her, putting on a show with a wide open, tongue fueled mating of the mouth.

When we break the kiss, she meets Talon’s eye again. "Want me to tell you how she tastes?"

Talon's mouth parts then closes. Then he gives an almost imperceptible nod.

He wants it. He wants me.

The earlier rejection still hurts, but at least we are both being tortured.

She redirects me so I'm still on display for Talon. He has a perfect view of her spreading my legs and dipping down to swipe a tongue up my sex.

"Ungh." The sensation and need hit me so hard, my stomach flexes as my body curves, desperate for more.

"Mmm," Merry says, making a show of licking her lips before dropping between my legs and spearing her tongue into me.

"She tastes like she smells. Like sex and sweet candies.

I don't think I'll ever forget this delicious little cunt.

You don't know what you’re missing." Her wide, slow laps drag up my folds, each one forcing my knees higher.

She sticks her own two fingers into her mouth until they are wet and glistening before sliding them into me, though I've been making a mess of the bed for the last fifteen minutes.

"Ah, please, yes." I arch my back, pushing into the sensation.

"Yours may be the prettiest pussy I've ever seen or tasted." Merry says it with near reverence, continuing to finger fuck me at a steady pace. She drops and suckles my clit, sending shooting pleasure skyrocketing even faster toward where I want to go.

The waves of sexual power we're creating practically roar in my ears, and I could drink it all and not leave a drop.

I start to drink again, trying very hard to go slow.

To not swallow it all. I don't want to hurt Merry, but oh gods, I need to feed.

I need to come. I need everything and I need it right now.

My internal muscles flex along with my abdomen as I gasp. I'm so close. I'm so fucking close.

I drink deeply.

A painful yank at my throat stops me.

Too much, again.

I blink. Talon's glower is deeper, darker than usual, and I don't know if it's because I'm near losing control or because he is.

"You said you like toys." Talon's voice is gravelly.

Merry stops. "Yeah, in my purse. Would you be so kind?"

Again, he's being asked to participate. Talon does as she asks, grabbing her bag. He touches what’s inside before pulling back.

It’s what he does to test if he can touch something without scorching it.

Whatever it is passes the test, so he reaches in again only to pull out a sizable two-sided dildo.

My throat goes dry seeing the size of it. I clench in need and anticipation.

Merry sits on her heels, creating space around me. "Why don't you just slide it on in there for her?" A wicked smile curves her lips as she gives Talon the go ahead.

Panic, fear, and need grip me all at once. We've never done this.

Talon watches. He protects. He doesn't get involved. I see the same mix of reactions in his eyes as he freezes, likely trying to figure out what he should do.

But I want it. Caution is long gone with him so near. I'm desperate to come, and with Merry right there, rhythmically fingering herself, stimulating herself and waiting for a little show. This is exciting her.

I widen my legs even farther, tilting my hips upward. "Please."

Blazing orange sparks flash in Talon's eyes which causes a shiver to roll through my body. His grip on the sex toy tightens and he steadies one palm on the bed, careful not to touch me as he presses it to my entrance.

It's not just a sex toy.

It's not just a regular feeding, even as I sip more of Merry's arousal.

This is Talon . This is the man I dream of every night, pushing a thick ribbed toy into me. To keep from instinctively reaching up and burying my fingers in his hair, I claw at the sheets under me. The magnetism I need to fight breaks my heart, but I also want this more than anything.

"Give her a couple pumps," Merry directs.

The fear in Talon's eyes is so real, it might as well be my own. Crouched over but not touching me, he drags the toy out before driving it in again, filling me almost to the point of pain.

It's so fucking damn good. It may be the best. Simply because it's him giving me this feeling. Of course, I don't feel even a drop of sexual energy from him to feed on. We are null and void to each other in that respect but in no other. He slides it in a second time.

A shuddering breath escapes him, and his skin and scales glisten with a sheen of sweat that wasn't there five minutes ago.

Then he's across the room. Distance spreading between us with a cold discomfort I instantly hate, because it feels like a rejection yet again.

The feeling is erased as soon as Merry maneuvers herself on the other end of the toy. We gyrate with push and pull, needing, wanting more. The room brims with sex, and I drink.

Merry rubs my clit with quick, jerky motions. I fly apart in bright hot sparks, coming hard and fast.

A waterfall of shudders grips my pussy, as I choke out a scream, the same time I drink Merry in, satiating myself on every level.

I ignore the yank at my throat. I keep coming. I keep feeding.

"Aura."

I vaguely register Talon's voice from far away.

The yank comes so hard this time I'm jerked off the bed and off the toy.

I cry out in pain, fingers flying up to the collar cutting into my neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Talon rushes to say. "I'm so sorry." His words come out tortured.

A cold wash of fear goes over me as I find myself on the floor, looking at Merry's unmoving body on the bed. I cover my mouth as regret and fear choke its way down my throat.

"No. Oh no. Oh no, no, no." I chant the words, rocking back and forth.

I've killed Merry.