Marked (Marked #3) (7 page)

Taking my chin in his hands, he rubbed the side of my jaw with his fingers. “And now?”

“Now…now I feel like an asshole for letting my fear control me. You’ve never lied to me before, and I should’ve had more trust in you. I’m so sorry, Talan. So sorry.”

“Okay, now kiss and make up.” I’d forgotten the fucker was there, and at the sound of Lance’s voice, I squeaked, causing both men to laugh.

“Fuck you both.”

“My cock will be the only one you—”

“I’m out!” Lance covered his eyes with both hands while walking backwards toward the door.  “Don’t need to see or hear that shit. Just no.”

My giggle couldn’t be contained, especially when the idiot tripped over a blanket I had kicked off before he’d come in. During the night I needed the extra blanket because hospitals were always freezing, but during the day one would do.

“Watch…” Talan began, but it was too late “…out.”

“Motherfucker.” Lance’s rumpled grunt was followed by a moan of pain. Yeah, I laughed hard and so much so that my sides began to ache. “I hate you both.” Talan walked over, and with one harsh yank pulled him up. Laughing, he dusted off Lance’s shoulders while he tried to push my man’s hands away. “Would you stop!”

“But I love you.” Talan tried to keep his face neutral while he spoke, but I—I fucking died in amusement.

I got a glare from one and a wink from the other.

“In Maya’s famous words: fuck you both.”

“Welcome home, baby,” Talan whispered against my inner thigh, his lips skimming over the sensitive flesh. Goose bumps arose on my skin. My hips shifted up, trying desperately to place his lips where I needed him the most.

My body craved him.

My heart ached for his touch.

My pussy wept for just a single swipe from his tongue.

I needed to be made his again. Forget that fucking horrible night and drown in him. They’d released me today after another set of x-rays confirmed that I was healing and was okay to somewhat function. In the hospital I’d been kept restricted to my bed with limited mobility. Now, it was time to regain my life back.

“Fuck, Talan, please.” A single plea, loud and full of the overwhelming need I felt for this man.

At the raise of my hips, he nipped my leg and shook his head. “Don’t fucking move, Bitty. I’m in no rush. I will enjoy every goddamned piece of you—taste you—drink what you have to give. Enjoy what is mine. I’m parched, baby.”

Reaching down was a bit difficult with my sore ribs, but I breathed through the pain and embedded my fingers in his hair. Tightening my grip, I yanked his head up and bared my teeth to him.

Feral. Like a wild lioness ready to strike her prey with a single bite. This motherfucker was crazy if he thought I’d let him deny me.

“Up.” One word. A command. Talan arched a brow at me, and with a smile on his glistening lips, he crawled up my body. Hovered above my naked flesh. His heat seared me and for the first time since that bullshit ordeal began, I felt whole.

“What do you want, baby?” Talan knew what I wanted. What I coveted.

“Make me yours.” Most honest thing that’s ever passed through my lips.

Without preamble he leaned down, holding his weight off me with his forearms, and kissed me. Slow; a sinful caress that stole my breath away. There had never been a doubt in my mind that I was his, but being showed so was just what I craved at that moment.

Sometimes a small gesture came across louder than any gaudy gift or over-done declaration of love. It’s easy to say the words. Fuck, we threw them around as if they were another way in which we said “hi.” But to be showed, owned, it made a woman feel safe and secure.

It meant that we were the center of their universe, and at this very moment, I knew more than ever, that I was made from this man’s rib. Created for him, the same way he was for me.

“There’s never been any doubt, Bitty. You never had a choice.” With that simple declaration, he took my lips once more in a heated kiss. Tongues twined, explored the other’s mouths, and rejoiced in the other’s taste. Sweet and sinful. “You were born to be mine, baby.” His exhale brushed against the fevered skin of my neck as he peppered the damp flesh with nips and kisses.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned, arching my back up to meet his lips. My sides protested at the move, but I gave no fucks. The pussy between my thighs ran this show, and she demanded I reclaim his cock.

Seeing my desperation set off a new wave of fervor through him, felt it in the bite of his teeth digging in deep. Marking the center of my chest with perfect little indentations of his mouth and if I could, I’d tattoo that same mark onto my flesh.

“Don’t move, Maya. Let me enjoy you.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Plus,” he smirked against my heated flesh, “I’d hate to have to tan that pretty little ass pink so soon after you’ve been released.”

Was I sick for wanting to feel the sting of his hand manipulating my ass? No. Talan would never hurt me, of that I never had a doubt, but I couldn’t hide from him how much I liked having his hands on me.

Spank me.

Pull my hair.

Bite me.

Please.

“More.” A loud cry of desperation, it came out of me before he could place a single finger over my lips.

“Shhhh.” Tapping that digit against my lips in warning, he lowered his eyes over and across my heaving chest. My breathing hitched as a shiver so strong I almost bit his finger coursed through me. Left me breathless. He did that to me. No one else.

There was nothing else I could do but lay there and enjoy. At least, after I swiped my tongue over said finger and brought it between my teeth. Let him feel the heat from my mouth, the pressure of my lips while I hollowed my cheeks and savored the taste of him.

Talan’s growl made me wet. Slick and aching.

His nostrils flared, and my clit twitched. Mother of fuck, I could come from just looking at the son of a bitch.

I released him with a pop and widened my eyes while he just glared. “Problem?”

“If your ribs weren’t hurt…” he trailed off before placing one of his hands on either side of my hips. Firm, his hold held me in place while I tried to buck my hips. Demonstrated once again how much stronger than I he was. Told him without words how much I enjoyed his manipulation.

Leaning forward, Talan licked me from chin to the center of my lips, tracing over my own before giving me a wink and moving lower. Down my collarbones, he inhaled deep.

“I love you, Maya…more than my own goddamned life.” A slow trail of his tongue between my breasts and then he paused, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You are mine to worship like a queen. To cherish like no man has ever cherished a woman.”

Eyes watering, I placed my small hand on his cheek. “No woman has ever felt more adored than I do.” Pulling him back up my body, I kissed him. “Love you so much.”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

Skimming my lips over his, I pecked them once…twice, before he took back control. Softly, he released the left side of my hip and fisted my hair. Angling my head to his liking, his passion overwhelmed me. Condemned me. I was drowning in him.

Then his fingers tightened just a tiny bit ever mindful of my injury.

“Shit,” it left me as a whimpered groan. Approval.

The very tips of his fingers massaged my scalp while he held me to his liking. Not enough to hurt, but I welcomed the feeling.

I watched him. Saw as the fucking thirst within him turned into a raging river of lust.

Pupils dilated, Talan raised himself over me, ever careful to keep his body weight off. Nose to nose. Chest to chest. Hunger radiated throughout his entire being, battled within him. His desire to go slow was losing against the need to fuck me raw. “You are also mine to take like a whore. When I want. How I want. This sweet pussy…” cupping me with the hand that was left on my hip “…comes when I say it does.” Massaging me, he ran the tips of his fingers over my saturated lips. “By my cock. By my fingers. By my motherfucking tongue.”

Before I could reply he was settled between my thighs, his nose parting my folds. Felt his hot breath, as he inhaled and then exhaled over my trembling clit. I wanted to move, but again, he had me pinned to the bed, legs parted while my thighs cradled him.

The sight of him alone. The look in his eyes while he bit his lips made me gush.

“Mouthwatering fucking pussy,” his mumbled response was spoken against the skin of my right thigh. His tongue swirled, tasted the bit of wetness that covered it, and mother of God, his chest vibrated. That animalistic grunt of pleasure that escaped him was almost my undoing.

“Talan.” At the sound of his name, his eyes met mine; the look in his eyes was angry at being interrupted. “I need—”

“I know what the fuck you need, Bitty.” To prove his point, he flicked my clit twice. Asshole knew how crazed—sensitive I was. “Don’t interrupt me again.”

“But…” A raise of the eyebrow, and my lips were sealed.

“Good girl.” Was it condescending? Maybe, but I loved him like this. Secure. Demanding. Controlling.

With a gentle squeeze to my left hip, Talan lowered his face once again and breathed me in. With a wicked grin on his lips, he rubbed his cheek against my wetness while running a single digit through my wet folds, collecting the juices that pooled there at my opening and spreading it over my puckered hole.

“Oh God.” It felt good. His touch sent little shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Every nerve ending on high alert and waiting, open and accepting of everything he had to give.

“One day…” he swiped his tongue over my clit and sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips “…I’m going to fuck you here. Fill you with my come and then watch it dribble out of you slowly.” My hips rose up and a loud gasp left my throat. Fuck, did I want it. Now. “Dirty little Bitty…liked that, didn’t you?” All I could do was nod. “You want my cock, baby? Taking that sweet little ass?”

“Anything and everything you want.”

“Right answer.” With that he dove in, ate me as if his life depended on it. His groan of approval against my clit almost made me come. God, I needed to. Violently. “This…” he pulled back, lips wet with me, and stared me down with an angry look in his eyes “…is my motherfucking pussy. I protect and care for it. Never forget that.”

His hand left my hip and smacked my pussy lips. Once. Twice. At the third, I screamed.

“Yes, yes…yes.” It was my mantra. The only thing my mind could come up with as a plea. He’d rendered me stupid, and I hadn’t even come yet. My hips rose up, and this time I hissed out a low, “fuck.”

“If you re-injure yourself, I’ll drive you back to that hospital with a red ass to go along with the bum ribs. Don’t try me, Maya.”

“What the—fuck!” Before I could close my legs, he lay between and placed them over his shoulders. Spread wide and glistening, I could only lay there and let him do as he wished.

Talan’s teeth sunk into my flesh while he pushed a single digit against my puckered hole. Slowly, he entered me. Just the tip. In and out, gathering my juices that flowed down between us.

“So tight.” Deeper, he pushed until he was knuckle deep, and I hissed. Tightened my muscles around his finger. The burn felt good, but this was a natural response. Something he didn’t understand and paused. “Do you want me to stop?”

Gone was the asshole from a few minutes ago. In his place was my sweet man. Always caring and worried.

“I’ll kick your ass if you do.”

Finger knuckle deep, he pulled almost all the way in and out a few times. “You sure? Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I need more.” This time, I swiveled my hips and he went in deeper. “Yes.”

“Desperate little girl.” The caveman was back, and he met my next movement. Faster. Deeper. He watched my face for any sign of discomfort while adding another digit. Once inside, he began to fuck me with an almost angry vigor.

As if he wanted me to come just like that: stuffed by two fingers. With my juices running down the crack of my ass and his arm. I wanted that too.

“Please . . . please, please,” I hissed out when it became too much. Talan only smirked, didn’t say a single word as he worked me over. Every few strokes he’d spank my pussy, enjoying the noises.

How my wetness splattered. Soaked his face. The fascination was written all over his smug expression.

“Come for me, Bitty.” While the gruff words came across as demanding, I saw them for what they were—a plea—goddamned sign that he too was crazed with lust.

A yearning only I could satiate.

“You want me to come?” I cooed and his eyes narrowed at the hint of teasing in my tone. “Want my juices to flow down your chin?”

Muscles coiled tight, Talan raised his head and cocked it to the side. Appraising me.

My bad little tatt boy.

God, did I love that motherfucker.

“Watch it.”

A delicious shiver ran through me at his words. “Make me.”

Lips pulled back over his teeth, he snarled. Angry. Aroused. Hungry.

With two fingers deep in my ass, he leaned forward and ate me. Was given no time to adjust to his abusively exquisite onslaught. No. Instead, he opened his mouth and took as much of me in as he could. His tongue seeked out my entrance, he grunted while my essence exploded across his taste buds.

Talan sucked my lips between his and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of my clit. Fingers moving, they fucked me in hard, measured strokes. It hurt. A fucking delicious pain that overrode everything I knew.

This was what I lived for.

“Son of a bitch.” Fuck the slight pain; it felt too good to think about it now. Arching up, I grasped onto his hair, and with slow rolls of my hips I rode his face. A loud growl erupted from deep within him at the action; I felt it everywhere. The vibrations against my sensitive flesh made me pant. I couldn’t breathe. “Almost...” I yelled out right before he bit down on my clit “…motherfucker!”