Page 55 of Caging Fire
I looked at Talon, who was watching me while leaning against the wall. He was so beautiful with his unnatural yellow eyes and silver hair. Despite his ethereal masculine beauty, his aura was deadly, and he exuded an intense energy that buzzed in the air, making me more nervous around him than anyone else, even Killian.
His presence stirred something inside me I didn’t understand. When he told me he could smell lies, I’d wanted to ask him everything. I had endless questions about his wolf, about shifting, about what it felt like to live caught between two selves. Some irrational part of me hoped that if I could understand him, I might finally understand myself.
Was being a shifter anything like being an omega? Both of us were rare. Both of us were feared, misunderstood, and kept in cages, literal or otherwise.
The claw marks on the walls made my chest ache. He was trapped here, just like me. His loss of control, the shifting he couldn’t stop, felt like a mirror to my own struggle. I was at warwith the instincts I barely understood, instincts I didn’t ask for but couldn’t seem to silence.
And yet… I wanted him.
The urge wasn’t logical. It didn’t feel like mine. It felt older.Deeper.
My hands shook, not just with want, but with need. It was an ache that went beyond flesh. I longed to trace every line of ink on his skin, to map the story written on his body, hoping it might somehow explain the one unraveling inside mine.
Talon pushed off the wall, making his way to me slowly, before circling like a hunter cornering its prey. Goosebumps broke out across my skin. His attention was intense this close. All my bravado and sureness earlier had receded as I considered what I was really about to do.
“I said I would hurt you, but you’re certainly fiery. Are you sure you won't be the one to burn me, my Pet?” he said, taking a strand of my orange hair in his fingers and twirling it. He circled me like a hyena, stopping at my back and continuing to play with my hair. Not being able to see him unnerved me.
“Once again, I’m not anyone’s pet,” I said, lacing my voice with venom.
"Is that so?" he murmured in my ear, voice low and deliberate. "How funny, because I am about to collar you,Kitten," he said, using Ryker’s nickname like a weapon.
When his skin finally touched mine it was like lightning shot through me. I suddenly understood what he meant by “collar” when a large tattooed hand gathered both of my wrists behind my back, holding them in place. Another ornate hand reachedaround me and cupped my neck, right below my jaw. He then squeezed the column of my delicate throat.
“You look beautiful with my collar on, Pet.”
I shivered. The word ‘pet’ twisted something deep inside me. The feeling was part humiliation, part fury. I burned with the urge to fight back, and wipe his smug expression off his face and yet, shamefully, I’d never felt more turned on. Tangled in my anger was a heat that curled low in my stomach. It was dangerous, addictive. As his grip on my throat tightened so did something low in my belly.
Standing behind me and moving slowly, he guided me towards the bed. Ryker had slipped off and was standing beside it. My thighs hit the edge of the bed and bit into the cold metal frame.
“Open your legs. I’m going to let go of your wrists. Interlock your fingers and keep them together, behind your back,” Talon instructed as I felt him tighten his grip on the front of my neck. It wasn’t enough pressure to cut off my airway, but it definitely made me feel restricted.
I spread my legs and interlocked my fingers, following his directions. His hands drifted from my wrists, and soon they squeezed my ass and soon slipped under my underwear, dipping into my core. I moaned with need, trying to keep my legs open and resist the urge to snap them shut. His hands left my needy heat and neck, moving to my hair, which he fisted. He rested the other hand on my shoulder and pushed down.
“Lay across the bed on your stomach with your feet spread on the floor. Keep your arms behind your back and your hands together,” he said, guiding my upper half down onto the bed and folding me at the waist.
It was an awkward position, and the hospital bed was narrow, so my head hung off the far side. My arms ached from being twisted behind my back. I wanted to move them under my body, to prop myself up, so I could see Ryker better, who had moved to the opposite side of the bed, in front of me. Sensing this, Talon dropped my hair to the side, and regathered my wrists, pushing them down into my back, pinning me in place and causing me to arch.
I heard Ryker’s fly unzip, and suddenly his massive dick sprung out in my face. He tapped my lips with the tip, and a salty bead of pre-cum hit my tongue when I parted my mouth. He slid his velvety shaft inside.
“No teeth, Kitty,” he reminded me and then groaned loudly as my lips wrapped around him.
Talon didn’t give me any warning or the courtesy of stretching me first like Cade had. He just lined himself up with my center and surged inside me with one powerful thrust. It was painful and harsh. I tried to breathe through my nose, despite the sting and stretch being all I could focus on.
Ryker stalled his assault on my mouth, sensing my discomfort and allowing me a moment to get acclimated, but Talon didn’t seem bothered, as he thrust hard inside me again. I whimpered through his demanding entry, filled completely and skewered between them.
“That whimper is so beautiful. Does it sting, Pet?” Talon asked.
Ryker pulled himself from my mouth long enough for me to respond, “yes,” before surging back inside.
I could tell that Talon enjoyed my discomfort as his grip on my wrists tightened, the pressure on my back increased, andhis fragile control started slipping. His feral nature overtook him, and an inhuman growl ripped through the air as he rutted harshly, refusing to let me find any pleasure to take the edge off his relentless assault.
Tears ran down my face, and despite the brutal way they used my body, my center was wetter than it ever had been. There was something about the way he claimed me with no concern for my comfort that made my arousal heighten. He took whatever he pleased and I let him, because I wanted it just as badly.
Talon unexpectedly flipped me over. My head was still hanging off the edge of the bed so Ryker could continue fucking my mouth, but my legs lifted from the floor and wrapped around Talon’s tattooed hips. This position was more comfortable than the last, with the new angle of his cock hitting me in a place that made me see stars. Both of their knots swelled, trying to force entry into my mouth and core. I imagined being locked into place by their knots, speared between them, and the image helped my orgasm build.
Talon took my nipple between two fingers and pinched it sharply, twisting ruthlessly, making me climax as I arched my back off the bed. I tried to scream, but my yell was muffled by Ryker’s cock. They both fucked me hard through the spasms that wracked my body, prolonging it and sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me.
Ryker praised me, saying filthy things, but I was so disassociated that I barely heard his words, focusing instead on my body’s sensations. The relentless pace and ache combined with the pure pleasure of my climax was a heady combination. It only made me want more.
