Page 82 of Unmasked Prophecy
“Guess what Lily named that giant tiger,” Talon says to Wolfe, a grin forming at his lips.
Wolfe raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“Rook. Apparently, it’s big and scary, just like you.”
The group erupts into laughter, Wolfe grunts.
“Aww,” Mera giggles, nudging Wolfe. “You big scary thing.”
I can’t wipe the smile from my face.
Mera comes over and plants herself beside me, nudging my shoulder with hers, her eyes mischievous. “When are you gonna give that man a baby of his own? He’s makin’ my ovaries hurt with his daddy vibes.”
I snort, then giggle. “I’m not sure I’m ready for another child yet. Lily’s enough to keep us busy.”
Mera arches a brow, a grin playing on her lips. “You’d better hurry, I can’t wait much longer to be an aunty to Talon babies.”
I roll my eyes, keeping the grin. “For now, I might just keep the daddy to myself, if you know what I mean.”
Mera gasps, then laughs. “Bad girl.”
The night stretches on, and I soak in the warmth of it, the ease and the connection. It’s still surreal, this life, this happiness, and I find myself wondering how I could have ever doubted it.
The laughter fades to a hum as the fire burns lower, and I feel Talon’s fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm. He leans close, his breath warm against my ear. “You ready for that ride?”
My pulse quickens, a thrill running through me. “Thought you’d never ask.”
We slip away, the night cool and inviting. Talon leads me to where the bikes sit. He moves to his and swings his leg over, scooting back so I can get on in front of him, not behind him. My heart skips a beat, and I chew my lip as I get on, facing him, my legs spreading for him.
My hands settle on his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath the leather, and he pulls me close so I’m flush against him. I can already feel his cock in his jeans, hard and ready. Talon’s eyes lock onto mine, a fierce intensity burning there, and I know he is more than ready for this.
Then his mouth is on mine, demanding and raw, and I’m kissing him back, relishing every single second of it. I clutch at his jacket, desperate to anchor myself as his hands roam down my back, pulling me tighter against him. He grips my bottom, using that to move me against him, rubbing my clit up and down over his jeans.
Goddamn.
His movement is perfect, and he’s fucking me without even being inside me. I gasp, tipping my head back as his mouth moves to my neck, and I let out a soft cry, desperate to release all this tension I have been carrying for so long. I want to cum, crying out into the night, gasping his name.
“Fuck, Nia,” he breathes, his voice rough, and it sends a shiver through me. I’ve never heard my name said like that, with such dark, aching need.
I can’t wait. I reach for him, fumbling with his belt, and the urgency between us builds. Thankfully, I wore a dress, because it allows him to pull my panties aside as I free his cock, curling my hand around it, squeezing. His growl echoes through the night, and he hauls me up, bringing me down onto his lap.
I gasp and throw my head back as he slowly sinks me down onto him.
“Fuck, you got the sweetest cunt,” he growls into my ear.
I shudder. “I love it when you talk filthy.”
He growls.
I moan.
Then, I keep sinking down until he’s deep inside me, my pussy aching and stretching around him. My moans fill the night as he uses his hands to rock my hips, and there, on the bike, I ride him. Oh, do I ride him. My fingers tangle into his hair as I rock my hips, sliding up and down, back and forth, relishing in the sounds of his strangled growl.
“Fuck. I can’t hold on,” he rasps, fingers digging into my bottom as he tries to slow me down. “Slow down, baby.”
“No,” I hiss, fucking him harder, deeper, until I can’t hold back.
I cum with a force that has my screams radiating through the evening. I know everyone can hear, and I don’t fucking care. I shudder, every pulse of pleasure jerking my body as I tremble against him. He follows soon after, his cock pulsing, his growl in my ear making my skin tingle.
