Page 38 of Feeding Beauty (The Lost Girls #5)

Spanking That Princess Pussy

AURORA

T alon can drag me here, he can set me up with someone at the club, he can even make me hook up with someone else, but he can’t make me feed. And I have no intention of doing so.

But I have every intention of making him suffer. Of torturing him the way I feel tortured.

“I’m heartbroken too,” he yelled outside.

The words, his pain echoes in my ears, but my pain is so much louder.

He’s right, I am being a child about it, but it’s the only way I can exert control in this situation.

I intend to exert every bit of control over my body I can, and over Talon’s emotions because it gives me a modicum of dignity back.

So as I take my partner so far down my throat I gag, I do it to hurt Talon.

I gag because I want him to see it.

To suffer at least a fraction of how I suffer.

Because I am being exactly what I’m expected to be. He should hate it as much as I do. I hate it. I hate me and what I am.

I swirl my tongue around the head of Sawyer’s cock and hum low, letting the vibration carry. He groans, loud and guttural. I can feel his restraint fray under my hands. But I don’t stop. I double down.

He says something. I don’t hear it.

Because I’m watching Talon.

He’s a statue by the wall, arms crossed over that broad chest, jaw locked tight. But his eyes are on me, always on me. I can feel his heat from here, a potent mix of fury and arousal.

I pull off Sawyer with a pop and slide forward, my thighs already slick and my breath ragged with my own need. My vision has been blurring in and out. Despite the show I’m putting on, I feel weak and unsteady.

But none of it matters.

This isn’t about feeding or pleasure.

This is controlling the only thing I can.

I angle myself above Sawyer, grinding the thick head of his cock at my entrance and sinking down all at once. A gasp bursts from both of us, but mine turns into a loud, obscene moan that echoes off the chamber walls.

“Oh witchtits,” Sawyer groans, hands flying to my hips.

“Fae lords,” I pant, tossing my hair back and rolling my hips. “You’re so big—fuck—no one’s ever filled me like this.”

I look straight at Talon as I say it.

Sawyer’s eyes flutter. “Fuck—darlin’, slow down, I?—”

But I don’t.

I speed up.

I ride him like he’s mine to break, grinding down with enough force to slap skin to skin, making sure Talon can hear it.

“You like that?” I pant. The question isn’t directed at Sawyer. “You like watching me get split open on someone else?”

Sawyer moans, panting hard. “Too much—shit—you gotta slow down or?—”

But I bounce harder, faster, grinding out every ounce of rage, shame, and heartbreak I’ve been choking on for days.

This isn’t feeding. This is punishment.

My hands slide up my own body, squeezing my breasts, and tossing my head back, I use every iota of power I have left to resist opening the fanged maw of my curse and sucking Sawyer dry.

I’m surrounded by sex, by delicious life force and sustenance that would save me. But I refuse it all.

I know it the moment before it happens.

Sawyer’s hands clamp down, his body jerks, and he lets out a strangled curse before pushing me off him, desperation written across his face.

I stumble back onto the sheets as he fists his cock and comes in a hot, pulsing rush across his own abs with a hoarse groan of relief and regret.

I sit there, legs splayed, chest heaving, heart pounding like a war drum.

But I don’t feel full.

Not even close.

Because it wasn’t Talon inside me.

And because I never fed.

When I look up, I find myself staring down one pissed off Dragon.

I’m not sure what rankled him more—openly taunting him, or not feeding, but his eyes spark with orange embers.

Talon isn’t distant and controlled anymore. He’s not annoyed or irritated. He’s furious. The fissures between his scales glow a deeper red, pulsing like veins lit with magma.

…that’s new.

“Again,” he growls.

I push myself upright, brushing hair from my face with the back of my hand, defiance still buzzing in my blood even as my limbs start to shake from the drain I refuse to acknowledge.

“I can do this all night,” I say casually, flicking a glance toward Sawyer.

Fully meaning I will fuck this guy all night and never feed.

Sawyer groans behind me, still sprawled on the bed, hand flung over his face. “I just need a minute, darlin’.”

Talon doesn’t respond immediately, but something shifts behind his eyes, calculating, commanding. “Take your time,” he says to Sawyer—voice low, calm, terrifying. “But we’re not losing momentum.”

He walks across the room without hurry to the minibar cabinet set into the wall. His broad shoulders block the view for a moment, but I hear the sound of a box and packaging unwrapping

When he turns back to me, his expression is unreadable, but his hands are sure.

In his gloved hand, he holds a toy—new and gleaming from just being taken out of its plastic casing. He tosses the wrapper to the floor and walks toward me.

My throat dries, but I raise my chin anyway. I’m still panting from the exertion of what just happened, still trying to pretend I’m not depleted.

“Talon,” I warn, but it comes out softer than I want.

“Open your legs,” he says.

I don’t.

He doesn’t repeat himself. Instead, he grabs the leash still attached to my collar and yanks it with a snap, forcing me to the edge of the bed in one brutal pull.

My breath knocks from my chest as he shoves my knees up, spreading me wide.

I brace myself on my elbows, heart hammering with something that feels like fear and anticipation wrapped together.

I was in control a few moments ago, but I’ve seemed to have lost all of my ground. And I’m not sure I want to get it back either.

Instead, he looks down at me—those dark, merciless eyes glowing from beneath the veil of his hair—and I can feel heat surge through my core before he’s even touched me.

Still, I try to mask it. “What are you going to do?” The words are haughty, a challenge.

He can’t make me feed.

The corners of his mouth lift—barely. He sets the toy down on the bed next to me.

Then with one gloved hand, he slaps my pussy.

A sound, stinging jolt that steals the breath from my lungs and sends a sharp, slick heat rushing through me.

I gasp, but it turns into a moan halfway out.

He doesn’t stop.

“You want to act like a brat?” Another slap, firmer this time, punctuated by the grip of his other hand anchoring my hip. “Then I’ll treat you like one.”

The ache between my legs becomes unbearable.

And I realize Talon's not going to sit on the sidelines anymore.

His gloved hand lingers between my thighs, the sting from the slap blooming into heat that races through my pelvis. I try to hold onto the performance, the edge, the anger that’s been shielding me all night, but it starts to slip the moment his fingers slide through my slickness.

He’s methodical. Unhurried. A Dragon dissecting his prey.

His eyes hold mine. Unrelenting. Brutal. There’s no mercy in them now, just purpose.

My hunger claws up through me, thrashing and demanding. Like it knows this is Talon now. Talon’s gloved finger fucking me open, Talon’s scent in my nose, Talon’s fury and love and possession pouring over my skin. I want to scream. I want to stay cool.

“Feeling hungry yet?” he murmurs, voice low enough to vibrate in my bones.

I grit my teeth. “Fuck you.”

His lips curve with malice as he reaches for the toy beside me. It’s long, sleek black glass, curved subtly upward with a flared base.

He coats it in lube from a packet he tears open with his teeth, never looking away from me. His gloves glisten now, frictionless and gleaming.

Then he presses it against my entrance.

It’s not him. It’s not skin. But it’s his hand. His control.

And my body knows .

I suck in a breath as he pushes it inside, inch by inch, forcing my body to stretch around the intrusion. I feel every ridge, every slick drag of it until it bottoms out, and I’m gasping, my hands clutching the sheets behind me.

Sawyer shifts on the bed beside me, his chest still rising and falling. He sits next to me, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes, his cock already starting to harden again as he strokes it lazily.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “That’s hot.”

“Give her nipples a pinch,” Talon instructs Sawyer.

The man does as Talon directs, his hand reaching out, cupping my breast, calloused thumb flicking my nipple before rolling it in a pinch. I jerk.

The toy inside me is pulsing now with every slow withdrawal and push Talon gives me, and I can’t focus on anything else.

Talon kneels between my legs, a priest at the altar of his own destruction.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Fighting me when your body wants to beg.”

I shake my head, lips parting in protest, but the moan escapes before I can stop it.

The collar around my throat suddenly feels too tight. My slick is dripping down between my ass cheeks, sticky and obscene. The toy slides in deeper, slower, angling up, and my vision spots.

I lift my eyes to Talon's bare chest. The open leather jacket frames it like a goddamn gift. His body gleams, skin and scales catching the low light of the room, alive with restrained power. Those perfect, ridged abs flexing with every precise movement, the sharp cuts of his hips leading straight to that line of pants I’ve wanted to tear open a hundred times.

Now that I know what’s under them, I’m hungry to touch, to taste, to claim him again. Like no one else ever has, like no one else ever will.

The need rips through me so hard I forget to breathe.

I want him.

Not just sex. Not just pleasure. I miss his fire, his heat, his everything . I want to drink down every shard of Talon and feel full again.

But I can’t feed from him. And it hurts me as deeply as I feel the pleasure he is giving me.

Talon fucks me with the toy relentlessly—deep, smooth thrusts, dragging it against every swollen nerve until my vision whites out at the edges. His gloved fingers press into my thigh, anchoring me open as I writhe.

My hands fist in the sheets. I tilt my head back and groan, trying to shut it down, trying to resist the way my power churns, hungry and wild, like a beast clawing at the walls of my flesh.

My hunger turns rabid. A thousand sharp teeth gnaw at the inside of my ribs. My stomach cramps, my skin flushes, my head feels light.

I need to feed. Sex flows all around me. Mine and Sawyer’s energy intertwines though I’m at the mercy of Talon. From him, I cannot drink a drop.

No.

No, no, no.

I can’t feed. I won’t.

But Talon sees it. Sees the change in my breathing. The desperation breaking through my armor. His next thrust with the toy is brutal. Perfect. Cruel.

“Let go,” he says softly. “Stop trying to starve yourself just to prove a point.”

Sawyer reaches down even as he pleasures himself to join Talon’s efforts, rubbing my clit. I gasp, my spine arching off the bed.

“Let me give it to you,” Talon nearly begs. “Let me give you what you need, even if it’s through someone else.”

I clench my eyes shut tight as my senses leave me.

“No,” I protest again even as my body riots, twisting and climbing toward that inevitable peak. Pressure coils, sharp and unbearable, right behind my pubic bone as my stomach flexes almost painfully.

Talon’s expression goes flat, reminding me of a shark. “Then I'll make you.”