Page 29 of Feeding Beauty (The Lost Girls #5)

A Dragon Dick to Haunt Your Dreams

AURORA

E verything is too much.

Pleasure, yes. Pressure, more.

The weight of the muscular man's cock in my mouth. The push of the Elfin man's cock stretching me from behind. I am spread, stuffed, worshipped, but it takes everything in me not to give in completely.

Depriving myself has made me reckless.

I want to drink, gorge, devour, consume every pulse of euphoria flowing into me, but Talon’s grip on the leash keeps me tethered. He calls me to heel with a single jerk of his fingers.

The muscular man grips my hair and thrusts forward. I swallow around him, drooling as I suck him deeper, his salt and heat sliding over my tongue.

Behind me, I'm filled in long, slow thrusts that shudder pleasure up my spine. I rock between the two men, used and adored and so very full.

The woman with glasses kneels beside me, her fingers working my nipples, then sliding down to rub my clit with maddening pressure. She knows what she’s doing. I want to cry from how good it feels.

“Are you going to come?” she asks, voice breathless and teasing.

I want to. Fae lords, I want to. But something’s missing. Something just out of reach.

My orgasm coils tight in my belly, desperate to break free, but the frustration climbs higher. There’s more sexual energy here than I’ve ever had access to. I should be overwhelmed. I should be unraveling.

But I’m not.

They surround me. Fuck me. Feed me.

I try to take only enough.

But I’m still starving.

If I hadn’t fucking thought to take things in my own hands—literally—I might not be in such dire straits. Maybe the three of them could have satiated me, but I’m running on less than empty even as I drink their life forces in.

Tears sting the corners of my eyes.

Then I hear him. Talon.

"She needs more,” he says, low and certain. Steady in the chaos.

And I know, without turning, that he knows exactly what that means.

A pause falls over the room, just long enough for the man with the sharp elegant jawline to glance at him, then back at me.

"Tell us what she wants," the fae man says. He’s quiet but resolute.

Talon doesn't move at first. But something shifts in the air. In him. And when he speaks again, it isn't hesitation, it’s command.

Talon directs them.

The muscular man lowers onto his back, guiding me to straddle him. His thick cock presses against me again, and I sink down with a gasping moan.

“Go slow, torture her,” Talon says with a dark flash in his eye. “Pinch her nipples, hard .”

He’s not guessing. He knows. Every touch I crave. Every pattern I respond to. Every dirty detail I’ve never said aloud.

"And she wants it in that sweet little asshole.” Talon is hard, almost cold in his command. Yet the air turns molten. My heart kicks up to a gallop.

Strong, nimble fingers slide between my legs to spread my wetness up to my rear and my eyes flutter closed. It feels so good.

"She needs to be wetter than that," Talon says flatly, voice sharp and dark with knowledge. "Spread her and spit.” There is a ruthless edge to the direction that sends another shock through me before turning into hot liquid on the cock I’m slowly riding.

The woman kneels behind me, parting my ass cheeks with reverent hands, then spits. It hits me like a bullseye, wet and hot. My stomach clenches, and I gasp.

“That’s right, baby,” Talon says with that same steel tone. “You like it filthy, don’t you?”

Only an incoherent moan escapes me as I take in this new side of Talon. The sound of smacking behind me tells me the petite woman and blond man are kissing. Something brushes my thigh—her fist curled tight on his cock.

“Now finger that little asshole until she’s squealing,” Talon says.

My body involuntarily lurches forward, my thighs spreading wider, allowing the man beneath me to fuck me even deeper as I spread myself.

I twist enough to see the woman smearing the wetness over my tight ring of muscles with two fingers before sliding one of them in.

“Oh.” The sound of surprise explodes out of me as I’m stretched. Then the blond man’s finger joins hers in my puckered entrance until I’m moaning. Sexual energy charges the air and I take full swallows of it now, and for the first time, the sharp edge of hunger dulls slightly.

They take turns working me open, teasing me, torturing me under Talon's direction as I’m penetrated from below.

“Please,” I whisper. Not to the others. To him .

No one else notices the tension that’s snapped taut between me and Talon. He knows what I’m asking for.

I’ve been rejected once, but I can’t help it. I want him and I’ll take any little bit I can get.

The intensity in his eyes lets me know he’s thinking. Hard.

He’s considering my ask. What it will cost him. What lines it breaks.

Then his hand moves. Slowly. He reaches down and unzips his pants before pulling out his cock. I gasp.

It’s half flesh, half black scales like the rest of his body, but it’s ridged. Huge. Heavy. More beautiful than I expected, and more terrifying.

The thing between his legs is going to haunt my every dream.

Scratch that. My every waking moment.

He strokes it in front of me for the first time.

For the second time, he’s not just a bystander. Not tonight.

Every command he’s given, every way they’ve touched me, it’s him. He’s the one guiding their hands, their mouths, their cocks like he would his own. He knows me so well, it’s terrifying. And I love it.

“She’s going to need you to fill up her ass with that cock,” Talon says to the blond one. “Push it in so deep she’ll feel it in her throat.”

“Fuck,” the man breathes under me. Talon’s words are affecting him too.

His voice is the only thing guiding me through the fog.

Finally, the other man aligns himself and pushes his cock in. He goes slow—agonizingly so—and my gasp turns into a sob of pleasure.

“That’s it, princess,” Talon coaches. “You can take it. Take them all.”

The moans turn into cacophony.

Talon tightens the chain and everything inside me clenches.

I can’t feel his hand, but I can feel his will.

My eyes close as it’s all too much to take. Every nerve ending is alight. I’m full. Stretched to capacity in a way I’ve never felt before.

I miss the murmurs from Talon, but next thing I know, the woman kneels beside me, fingers pinching my nipples again before trailing lower. One hand slides between my thighs, careful not to disrupt the rhythm of the men inside me, her touch finding my clit again.

She rubs in tight, quick circles.

Oh fuck fuck fuck .

“Faster,” Talon snaps. “Harder. She needs more.”

The man below me groans, driving up into me with piston precision. The slim, elegant man wraps one arm around my waist and fucks my ass bent on fusing our bodies together. The woman’s fingers never let up on my clit.

My brain melts as my body transcends to another realm. The slick slide of so many bodies pressed to mine is unreal. With three of them to drink from, I begin to feel the beginnings of satiation. But I want to gorge myself.

“Tell me you’re my good little girl,” Talon says. "Tell them you're mine. You'll always be mine."

The sexual nature shifts as Talon dives into the most private parts of me, wrenching them up to the surface. It's all true, but my throat locks. I don’t want to say it out loud, surrounded by all these people pleasuring me.

“I want to hear it, princess,” Talon demands, his jaw clenches with anger. “Say it.”

But I'm already committed. I always have been his, and he's always been mine, and nothing will ever change that. Even if it tortures us for the rest of our lives.

“I’m your good girl,” I sob. “I’m yours.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Talon says. “You want to come so hard? You are going to take it all. You’re going to be filled and fucked because I say so .” He yanks my chain, only hard enough to get my attention.

“That’s it,” he goes on. “Look at me while you come. You know that’s the only way you get there. You need me watching you—owning it.”

I turn my gaze to Talon's eyes. He stands at the edge of the bed, his hand still sliding along his beautiful dick, my leash wrapped on the other.

That’s all I need. My nails dig into the strong chest below. My knees press into the sheets. The moment I have that line of sight, everything inside me tightens. Focus sharpens.

My entire body pulses, shaking. I ride the man below me with desperation, push back against the man behind me, and grind down into the woman's hand.

And I come apart right there in front of Talon, with all of them watching, touching, helping. I scream through the orgasm, legs trembling, vision white.

And I feast.