Page 32 of Feeding Beauty (The Lost Girls #5)

Fuck Until Full

TALON

I pick up the pace, sliding in and out. But with my wings surrounding her, I never pull out very far. My claw tips drift and slide deeper between the swells of her backside until they hit that tight ring of muscles.

Aurora braces a hand on my shoulder away and drags me back down as if she can’t decide if it’s too much or if she wants more. Still, the claw slips in deeper until a screech escapes her.

Oh shit .

That was definitely a sound I’ve never heard her make before. Her eyes fly open, begging louder than words ever could. She silently begs me for more.

I push in the other claw.

Her whole body arches, back bowing, tits pressing to my chest, a guttural sound tearing from her mouth that makes me want to fuck her through the wall just to hear it again.

“I have you,” I say, and I mean it with every cell. Every thrust pulls her deeper into my body, those delicate wings working on their own, guiding her into the rhythm I’ve only dreamed of.

The heat builds between us, her power pulsing in time with our movements. I can feel it winding around us, alive, binding us together. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I've never felt anything like this, never knew it was possible to feel so much.

Every nerve in my body is alive. Every sense is focused on how she feels. How she takes me. How I never want this to end.

The room fills with the sound of our ragged breaths and the distant rumble of thunder from the storm outside.

Aurora's eyes are closed tight, lashes still wet with tears or rainwater, I can't tell. I kiss them away, tasting the salt on my lips. Her hands find my face, holding me close as our bodies move in sync.

Her moans become louder, more insistent. "Talon," she whispers, "I think...I think I can feel you." She shakes her head as if that’s the wrong word.

I pause, searching her face. Her eyes are wide with wonder, lips swollen from my kisses. "What do you mean?"

She gasps as I rock into her again. “I can taste you.”

Despite feeding mere hours ago, heat shimmers off her in glorious, beautiful waves of power. Her hunger bleeds through her skin, sultry and wild. But it's never touched me.

Until now.

At first, I don’t feel much. A soft prickle at the edges of my awareness, static brushing across my skin. Then it deepens. Sharpens. Like an invisible tongue dragging down the center of my soul.

A shudder runs through me at the sensation. It’s not good or bad, just different. Her mouth is wrapped around my soul and drawing it out in slow, molten pulls. But there’s no fear. No strain.

Just…pleasure.

Twisting. Building.

Our mouths crash together, teeth and tongue and heat. Not soft. Not sweet. Just need. It’s everything we’ve been denying ourselves, and it’s fucking explosive. Then she gasps. Her eyes go wild with fear.

“Talon,” she chokes, shaking her head. “I…I can’t stop. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m trying, but—fuck—I can’t stop.”

She pushes at my chest, trying to get away, afraid she’ll pull too much, that she’ll lose me in the taking. I don’t let her out of my grasp. Between pinning her on the desk and my second wings trapping her hips, there’s no escaping me.

“You don’t have to.” Something in me cracks open, and I give. I offer. I lean in, panting against her mouth. “I’m not like the others. I never was. Take it. Take it all.”

I drive into her harder, my pace shifting, rougher, deeper, matching her hunger as it takes hold. We fuck with the reckless certainty of bodies that have always belonged together.

Despite Aurora’s attempt to cage it, it’s as if I’ve given her curse permission to let go.

Her hunger sinks its teeth in, a starved beast that's scented something it can’t resist. Aurora’s eyes roll up as she claws at my chest, but this time in pleasure.

This isn't how it is with the others. Even when she didn’t kill them, I’ve seen what it costs.

The way they’d shake. Pale. Struggle to stand.

They always looked hollowed out, scraped clean of life.

But this?

There’s no loss. No drain. Her feeding matches the way my body was made to give. And fuck, it feels good.

The longer she feeds, clarity rips away. Heat burns through thought, through reason, until I’m nothing but instinct and the raw need to keep pushing into her. My hips chase the rhythm, the connection, the growing pulse that ties us together. I’ve never felt more vital.

She pulls, and I pour. Not because I have to. Because I want to. Maybe it’s the Dragon in me. Maybe every part of me was made for this. My power doesn’t dim. It rises. Builds. Rushes to meet her, answers her as if my body has always known this command.

Or maybe it’s because my love for her isn’t just deep.

It’s bottomless.

Each thrust sends another pulse of energy into her. Dragon magic, soul magic, whatever the hell it is, it’s hers now.

She moans again, full-throated and helpless. Her slick heat seizes me with every thrust, tight, pulsing, greedier by the second.

My hands find hers, fingers lacing together above her head. Our gazes lock, and it's like the world falls away. There's only us, only this moment. "Aura." I whisper her name. “I love you. More than life itself.”

Her glassy eyes look at me with heartbreaking adoration, and for a moment I don’t think I could possibly deserve this gorgeous, clever, stubborn creature. “I love you too. I always have,” she says before yanking me down to fuse our mouths together again.

My hand fists in her hair. My wings tighten on her hips. And then we’re gone.

The rhythm turns urgent. Desperate. I thrust deeper, harder, and she takes all of it—clawing at my shoulders, mouth open, eyes wild.

My second wings grip tighter, the tips dragging along her skin, guiding her to me on every stroke like I’m using all of me to hold her right where she belongs.

She starts to unravel—panting, gasping, crying out with each thrust. The room disappears. All I can feel is her. All I want is more.

I give her everything. Every bit of my lust, my love, my hunger. Every secret fantasy. Every starved second I spent watching her feed from men who weren’t me. Every time she moaned for someone else while I was locked in place, hands fisted, jaw clenched, bleeding for the right to be hers.

Now I am.

She milks me, her inner walls fluttering and grasping. Her breath catches, eyes glazed and shining. She’s close. So fucking close.

And I know it.

I feel the heat rising in her clenching belly. The flutter of panic at the edge of her climax. Her thighs quiver against mine, slick with sweat. But she grips it in her teeth, refusing to release.

I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“Look at me, Aura. I’m fine,” I say, steel in my voice. “I’m here. You take me so well, baby. Now give in. Let go. Take all you need. I’ve got you.”

Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out at first. Just breath, ragged, like she’s been hit with too much pleasure to process.

Her brows pinch, lips tremble, and her chest heaves with the sharp upward spiral to her release. Then she drops off that cliff into uncontrollable spasms, her curse, her power sinks into me all at once and it gorges.

My name tears from her throat as Aurora’s scream echoes off the warehouse walls.

Somewhere an explosion of wings signals a nest of flutterbuns, or several, that flee from the riot down below.

My release crashes through me, surging straight from the base of my spine and flooding into her with punishing force.

I’ve never come inside someone. Never been deep inside the woman I loved, at the exact second she came around me. It’s too much. Too perfect.

As she pulses, I feel her power weaving, stitching, anchoring to me as it drinks.

When we float back down to rejoin our bodies, both dripping with sweat, a breathy laugh filled with happy disbelief bursts from Aurora. I can’t help but smile and laugh with her.

I brush my mouth over hers softly. A kiss that seals our new reality.