20. Talon

CHAPTER 20

Talon

“Hey.” Quill rolled over to kneel between my thighs and capture me with his piercing emerald gaze. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

His sincerity filled me with love and longing. Rider had been there when the shadow had gotten caught up in my shadow magic and been trapped inside me and had helped me out as best he could, but Quill was the one who’d really nursed me back to sanity and helped me find my new balance.

If it hadn’t been for him, I probably would have still been a sobbing mess, jumping at sensations and emotions that weren’t mine, thinking I was losing my mind.

“Do you think any of the magisters at the White Tower have discovered anything more about shadows?” I asked .

We’d already gone through all the texts we could find and hadn’t found a way to separate the shadow from my magic. But it had been years since we’d last checked.

The shadow’s sour anger at being separated from me grew stronger and it sent a surge of seductive magic slamming into Quill.

Quill groaned and his breath picked up. He tugged at the laces on my pants, but they tangled and his sex drugged body and mind struggled to undo them.

“Here.” I nudged his hands away and freed my cock, my flesh aching and hypersensitive.

His pupils swelled with my shadow’s magic, fully devouring his green irises, and his tongue darted over his bottom lip, making my own desire — on top of my shadow’s — burn hotter. With a sigh, he wrapped his fingers around me, dipped forward, and sucked me deep into his mouth.

My balls tightened, my cock already hard as hell, threatening to release, and I knew I needed to get him undressed and be buried inside him to give my shadow the deepest feeding it could get.

Rider needed me to help train the novices and I couldn’t afford for it to attack Sawyer again. But despite knowing that, I still grabbed a fistful of Quill’s short, messy blond hair and rocked into his mouth instead.

With a groan around my cock, he moved both hands to clench the waistband of my pants and surrendered control like he always did, letting me drive myself crazy fucking his mouth.

My shadow heated and rolled under my skin, rising closer to the surface, feeding off of Quill’s building pleasure. This wasn’t as good as possessing Sawyer, but it was the next best thing as far as my shadow seemed to be concerned.

The thought tightened my chest, making my heart ache. Sawyer was off limits. Even if I hadn’t sent him spiraling, questioning his identity, he was too young and Quill was the one I loved.

“Enough,” I rasped, and I jerked his head off my cock.

He stared at me stunned, not knowing I’d really meant enough to my shadow and not him.

“You’re wearing too much clothing.” I pushed him up and his stunned expression darkened again with a desire that I knew was more than just my shadow’s allure.

We’d been lovers with a more than casual relationship before I’d been infected, and I was grateful every day that he’d stuck by me, helping me through those hungry, desperate days, when my shadow and I hadn’t yet come to terms with each other.

He shrugged out of his jerkin then tugged his shirt off slowly, revealing inch by inch his gorgeous lean-muscled abs and chest.

I licked my lips, my mouth going dry in anticipation even as my shadow jerked me upright. It had no patience for drawn out love making right now. It needed to ride Quill’s release. Now.

I yanked off my own shirt, shoved Quill on his back, grabbed his pants, and — with a helpful rise of his hips — yanked them down to his boots.

He reached to start unlacing them but I pressed a hand against his chest pinning him down and licked a hot, wet path from the base of his cock to his tip, drawing a delicious gasp of pleasure.

Goddess, I wished my shadow wasn’t so desperate and I could draw this out. I wanted Quill panting and begging, his eyes glazed with pleasure. I wanted to sear my love for him on his body and show him how much I needed him. Not just my shadow, but me.

I ran my fingers over his tip, covering them in precum before leaning forward. Slowly, I took him into my mouth while teasing the tight ring of muscle of his hole with my slicked finger.

He groaned and bucked, bumping his cock against the back of my throat, his breath ragged. His desire blazed into my shadow, inflaming my skin, and I sucked and licked, his cock hard and hot and heavy in my mouth while working one finger then two inside him.

“Fuck, Talon,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my scalp. “Oh, fuck.”

I pulled back, making him whimper at the loss of my touch then pressed the head of my cock at his entrance. His mouth opened on a soft, deep, throaty groan that went straight to my balls, and his gaze was heavy with need.

Fuck, seeing him on the edge, about to come undone, was something I craved, again and again. I loved that look, those sounds, the feel of his body, tight and hot around me as I pushed inside him.

Then his eyes rolled back, his lids fluttering shut and my shadow billowed out of my skin and caressed him, teasing him more, building and devouring his pleasure.

Trembling, I buried myself deep inside him and leaned in to capture his mouth. He opened, letting me plunge my tongue inside, filling him in everyway I could.

His hard cock was trapped between us, and I rubbed myself against him as my hips started to pump, trying to draw out the most pleasure possible.

“Oh fuck, Talon. Yes,” he moaned into my mouth, as he grabbed fistfuls of my hair.

What little control I had vanished. My shadow took over and I pounded into him until he cried his release, his cum shooting over our chests, his muscles clenching around me, drawing out my own explosive orgasm.

My shadow curled in and around him then poured hot and satisfied back inside me and I collapsed on top of him, my muscles shaky and spent.

Gasping, he shifted so we could lie in each other’s arms without suffocating, and he buried his face in my neck, breathing me in.

When I managed to get my breath back, I moved to sit up and give Quill some space, but his grip around me tightened.

“Stay with me like this while we talk with Ash,” he said, his words making my heart flutter and my throat tighten.

He didn’t mean it the way I wanted him to mean it.

“Of course.”

I settled back down and a contented sigh slipped from his lips. Then he relaxed even more as he sent his spirit to the Garden.

“I’ll stay with you like this forever,” I told his unconscious body, knowing he couldn’t hear me. “I love you.”

I loved him so much it hurt. But he wanted a female mate so I’d never tell him the truth: that he was the one my soul cried for.

Even if I didn’t have the shadow trapped inside me and it was safe for me to take a female mate, I wouldn’t. I wanted Quill. My heart and soul and spark wanted Quill. He felt like home… just like Sawyer had.