WingSpan (Taken on the Wing Book 1) (4 page)

Jesus.

He’s completely misread her. Even scenting her feelings he has no shortage of ways to mess things up. He won’t let it happen again, deciding to act on his own instincts and stop worrying about what she means.

“
Arlette
,” he whispers.
Baby eagle.
“I promise.”

This time she accepts when he pulls her further into the sleeper.

Her body carries traces of the rich leather she wore and the heavy leather belt holding up her jeans keeps its cloy close to her skin. She watches; her hair falls past her flawless shoulders as he opens the buckle then pushes her shirt up enough to feel the warmth of her skin. If he could sink into her now he would but he wants to unwrap her and make sure he doesn’t miss a thing. Instinct says take your time, Talon.

He grabs the waist of her jeans and reaches up her pant leg for the zipper on her boot. It seems to go up forever, nearly to her knee and he wishes he could get the pants off and keep the boots on. Shadow complies, lifting one foot then the other as he puts the boots and socks aside.

Then she turns her back to him.

On the wing it would trigger his hunt response and as a human it does something similar. Aggression drives him closer than ever to taking her. He slides forward, her calf between his thighs and as she pivots it grinds into his hardening cock. Then she turns the other way, rubbing it again. Bad girl, when the time comes she’s going to get it.

Talon pops the button on her jeans before sliding the zipper down then he tugs exposing more of the blue he saw when he first pulled up.

“My Shadow,” he sighs and presses his lips to the small of her back. The pants come down and she steps out. As his hand runs down her thigh she moans at his touch. The panties are the same heavy lace he felt on her bra, cut high and exposing so much skin he may not need to take them off.

“God damn, Shadow,” he breathes. “Damn hot.”

“Just a small town bank teller with a two hundred dollar underwear habit.”

Her hips move in time with his caress, over the rounds of her ass and slipping beneath the blue lace.

“I’m just a prairie trucker and I’ve never seen two hundred dollar underwear,” he admits. Never thought he’d dig a human encounter with a gryphon so much he believes he’d miss out if they’d taken wing together.

But her response to his touch is undeniable and keeping her back to him is such a brazen tease. Talon reaches between his legs and adjusts his erection, letting his hand linger in time with her. It’s more than he can stand. If he waits too long it’s just going to be sex and too late to offer his bite. The exchange has to be done before they both finish. Then she’ll make her offer of tears and he’ll decide if he’ll change both their lives forever and accept them.

His teeth ache as they shift to unnaturally sharp points and he pulls one side of the lace down. With a quick prayer, he bites. His saliva enters the cut, burning her, as the ritual of exchange begins.

Shadow’s response is instant. She yells as her body tenses and he laves the wound, soothing it with his tongue as her fist comes down toward him.

“Fuck!”
Jenn yells, nearly drowning in the useless thoughts bubbling up and hitting her all at once. It isn’t just surprise that paralyzes her. Why didn’t she ignore him at the light? Why did she even show up? And why the hell didn’t she get back on her motorcycle and ride off when he gave her an out?

He’s twice her size and she’s not getting away without disabling him but she’s too panicked to remember anything her brother taught her about putting a man down with pain.

As she takes a swing at him she goes weak with the sudden rush of heat deep in her belly. Talon’s tongue caresses the bite as sweetly as if it were between her legs.

At first she’s intent on clawing out an eye but by the time her fist is on him she’s clinging to his hair and holding him fast to the wound.

“Oh, man,” she moans as her sex tightens with Talon’s mouth on her hip. Jenn’s not even sure if he really bit her or if he’s just found some pleasure zone she never knew she had but it sure as hell is the best thing she’s ever felt.

“Talon,” she gasps as he takes the inside of her thigh in one hand, his other arm around her waist keeping her on her feet. She’s helpless, rocking with his mouth, seeking more and more friction with his tongue.

Talon’s knee moves, forcing her legs further apart as he takes the string back of her panties and runs a finger down beneath it. His warm fingers pull the blue elastic free of her folds then he cautiously seeks through the slick heat between her legs.

Jenn shudders as his finger enters her, gently swirling around her entrance before pushing deeper. He adds a second and Jenn squeezes with pleasure, hoping to hold him there.

Jenn sets the rhythm, easing her rough hold on his hair once she’s sure he has it just right. Even with her legs braced against his she’d topple over if he didn’t have an arm around her. Her orgasm already close, Jenn opens her eyes and stares out at the wall of trees in front of the rig, hoping to enjoy this a little longer. A black shirt, she remembers. He’s wearing a black shirt. Her stranger is about to get her off and she doesn’t even remember what colour his damn jeans are.

“Talon, I’m…” she warns, deciding she wants it with him covering her up completely like when the boat fell; sweet pressure all over and the heavy erection she felt driving her past the point of no return. Talon’s tongue runs over the swollen ridges marking where each tooth broke her skin.

“I know,” he pauses to speak.

So cocky
, Jenn thinks as her whole stomach tightens and her toes curl up on the industrial carpet in appreciation of his boldness.
On my own too long. I need this, just for now. Terry and grief and drunken Jenn can damn well wait outside. In here it’s Shadow and Talon looking after her.

“But,” she protests.

“You will.”

Shadow obliges, letting her head fall back so she can feel the tips of her long hair tickle her ass and create the spark she needs. It only takes her a second to ignite for him. Grabbing hold of his arm she cries out as the first waves of climax shatter through her limbs before crashing down deep inside her belly and everywhere Talon touches her.

He softens his pace, pushing her along until she’s nearly spent. Her knees finally go and she falls in his arms.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as he places her on the narrow bed. “I could watch you do that all day long.”

She unfolds as a final shudder passes. Talon centers himself over her, knees between hers, and seizes one breast in his hand. She shivers as his thumb and finger come together, gently squeezing her already swollen nipple through her clothes.

Talon digs his knees into the mattress and gets his hand between them to open his belt. When Shadow looks down she can see the heavy square buckle. Jagged mountain peaks stand out in relief on its shiny gold surface. She gets her hands between them to help, tugging the t-shirt up and free.

Shadow doesn’t hesitate. As he leans over the side of the bed and rustles about she pushes his jeans down past his hips and takes hold. Shy Jenn would wait but in here she’s Shadow and Shadow doesn’t wait.

“Not all that big my ass,” Shadow breathes. Talon’s laugh is cut off by a low moan. She pulls; both hands moving together as he tears off a condom. Her grip tightens as she pushes his chin out of the way to nibble at his neck. Then he kneels, watching her and absently stroking himself with his left like he had the mirror. His eyes do the real dirty work.

“Off,” he says as his other hand squeezes the wrapped condom.

“What?” She still has three things on.

“Shirt,” he swallows. “Off.”

But he hasn’t removed a single stitch or even his boots and his buckle is cold against the inside of her thigh. He’s had his way with Shadow and now it’s her turn. Her Talon is confident to a fault and she has the feeling he doesn’t want to be with a pushover in the sack.

She’s right.

“Do it,” he says, his voice sinking deeper. Shadow looks up bravely like at the traffic light and clamps her thighs around his for support. She crosses her arms and slowly pulls the top up, wriggling from side to side as she exposes her stomach then the lacy blue bra. He’s forgotten about her defiant stare when it clears her head sending her long hair everywhere.

“Bra.”

Jesus, he loves this. Shadow is too though there is no denying it’s a slow torture. Like a voyeur to her own liaison she watches him get more and more keyed up the longer it takes.

She hesitates just a little too long and he
growls
like a big cat so she tightens her legs around him hard and quick to get his attention before pulling one strap off her shoulder. Two hundred dollars gets pretty, not sturdy, and Shadow is grateful she doesn’t hear threads pop as she works her arm clear.

Talon drops the condom on her stomach and reaches. Her breast is still hidden in the cup.

“Stop,” she orders, putting a hand up to block him before taking it out.

Half a nipple, that’s all I’m giving,
she thinks. Now it’s time to see what he’ll take.

Shadow drops to her elbows to ease the ache in her stomach as she watches him lick his generous lips and slip a finger inside the cup. Talon drags it along between her skin and the lace without exposing any more.

“Other side, just like that,” he says but the need in his voice is nearly more than she can take. Sex for her used to be lots of stimulation and a mercy orgasm to end it. This gets better the
less
he touches her and she’s sure when he finally does it will be explosive.

Shadow frees her other breast just like the first and as soon as she’s half uncovered Talon pushes his knees apart. He takes both her hands in one of his and holds them loosely in the small space between her head and the cab wall. His other is busy with the condom and his tongue slips into the cup teasing her eager nipple free of the lace.

Then a hand under her ass drags her into the center of the bed as he plants his elbow by her ear. His knuckles then the head of his cock sweep over her from end to end as her knees come up, urging him in. When he does she wraps an arm around his bicep and quiets an embarrassing squeal in the soft knit of his T.

Talon keeps his fist at her entry as if to hold himself back from taking too much too quickly. The pressure startles her at first but she wants to feel the whole thing at once and bucks up underneath demanding it.

“Easy,” he whispers, clearly enjoying her impatience. He draws away before claiming more making Shadow squeak again and he rumbles in reply. Desperately, she wants to taste his skin, to find out how salty he’ll get, to see how it changes but the damn shirt is in the way so she pushes the sleeve up over his shoulder and scrapes her teeth over his muscle before licking at the scratch.

“Yes… more,” he whispers as he gets the traitorous hand out of the way and sinks in all the way finally giving her what she wants. And damned if a single slow thrust later she’s apologizing.

“This is going to be so, so quick,” she gasps around his arm as the bite on her low back heats with friction against the rough blanket but he doesn’t answer, instead he presses her head to his arm. Shadow is ruled by the erotic connection between his cock, his bite and her mouth and feels an ache in her teeth to complete the circle with a mark of her own.

Talon’s shout is deafening as she grabs a mouthful of his shoulder before releasing both her bite and her second orgasm. She feels it in her tongue as she laps at his wound and in every pulse deep inside. Talon hooks his elbow under her knee, spreading her wider, and she sucks at his arm as her mark swells. Only moments later he comes on the tail end of her orgasm, grunting loudly in her ear with each solid thrust.

Then he clamps the base of the condom as he indulges her in one final push, using all his weight to hold her down. Shadow lets her lungs empty. She’s completely exhausted and when he moves to her side she can barely breathe.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she bursts out with her first breath. He’s bled down to the elbow and when she touches her chin her fingers come away red.

“That’s not me,” he explains, his voice filled with tenderness for her. “Here.”