The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 66

Talon’s hands trembled where they held my thighs apart, not with hesitation, but with restraint. His touch was reverent, almost fragile, as though I might break if he wasn’t careful.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against my skin. “And I will. But if you let me… I’ll worship you.”

My heart lurched. My fingers slid into his hair, the strands silken and warm under my grip. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice already shaking. “Please, Talon.”

His lips brushed the inside of my thigh first—soft, teasing, coaxing goosebumps from my skin. Then, slowly, achingly slow, he pressed a kiss lower, and another, until heat and pressure built in me like a storm I couldn’t escape.

When his mouth finally found me, I gasped so loud it echoed through the quiet room. His tongue was gentle at first, a careful exploration, but the moment my hips arched to meet him, a growl rumbled from his chest. The vibration jolted through me, sparking every nerve.

“Talon—” My voice cracked, my nails digging into his scalp.

He held me firmer, his fingers tightening around my thighs, keeping me open as he worked me with relentless patience. His rhythm built, steady, knowing, until my body betrayed me, hips rocking, breaths shattering, moans spilling without restraint.

Through the haze of pleasure, another thread tugged at me—light, faint, but undeniable. *Toren*. His presence pressed into the back of my mind, his voice a husky groan that made heat flare in my cheeks. *I can feel you, Starlight.*

I whimpered, torn between them, the bond pulling me in two directions at once. Talon’s mouth was merciless, devotion written in every stroke of his tongue, every sound of him losing himself in me. And Toren—Toren’s hunger vibrated in my skull, ragged breaths and a low growl that blended with Talon’s.

“Talon,” I sobbed, shaking now, the tension in my belly coiling tight. “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” he growled against me, the sound vibrating through my core. “Scream for me.”

I did.

My climax hit so violently I thought my soul had left my body. I screamed his name, arching off the bed, my whole body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore me apart and stitched me back together all at once. Talon held me through it, strong and steady, his mouth not leaving me until I was nothing but trembling limbs and broken gasps.

The bond thrummed—two heartbeats, two hungers, two wolves—and I swore I heard Toren groan through the link, his voice ragged with need: *Beautiful. Mine.*

When the trembling eased, Talon finally lifted his head. His mouth glistened, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. He pressed a kiss to my trembling thigh, then another to the inside of my knee, soft, reverent, like I was something sacred.

“You’re…” He stopped, swallowed hard. His hand stroked down my leg, grounding me. “You’re everything.”

I reached for him, pulling him up to me, dizzy and raw and undone. Our lips met, and I tasted myself on his tongue.

I pulled him on top of me, my arms locking around his neck as I kissed him desperately. His weight pressed into me, steady and grounding, but my body burned for more.

“Please,” I whispered against his lips, breathless. “I need you inside me, Talon. I need all of you.”

His groan broke rough from his chest, his control finally shattering. He grabbed my thighs, strong hands guiding them around his waist until I was open and wrapped around him. His forehead pressed against mine as he whispered, “You don’t know what you’re asking, Kira. Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Then don’t stop,” I begged, nails biting into his shoulders. “I want this. I want you.”

The last tether of restraint snapped in his eyes. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he sank into me. My head fell back, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure ripped through me so sharp it was almost unbearable.

“Fuck…” Talon growled, his jaw clenched tight as though he was fighting every instinct to slam into me. “You’re so—gods, Kira—you’re perfect. You’re mine.”

I nearly came undone right there, just from the stretch of him filling me. My body clenched around him, and I gasped, “I—oh gods—I’m already so close.”

“Not yet,” he murmured, kissing my temple as he rolled his hips slow, teasing. Each thrust was deep, measured, making me writhe beneath him. “I want to feel you fall apart, Kira. Slowly. I want to feel every fucking second of it.”

“Talon,” I whimpered, arching into him, trying to chase more. “Harder—please, don’t tease me. I need it.”

His lips curved in a dark smile, his voice low and rough. “Begging suits you.”

“I am begging!” I cried, tugging at his shoulders, trying to move my hips faster. “Please, Talon—fuck me harder. Don’t hold back.”

A guttural growl ripped from his throat. He pinned my wrists above my head, entwining our fingers tightly, his dominance slamming into me as surely as his body did. “You want harder? Then take it.”

He drove into me, faster, rougher, each thrust rocking me against the mattress. My moans spilled out without control, the rhythm building higher and higher until I thought I might break apart.

“Yes—yes, gods, yes!” I sobbed, clinging to his hands, to his strength.

His lips brushed my ear, his voice ragged. “Say my name, Kira. I want to hear you scream it when I make you come.”

“Talon!” I cried out, the sound tearing from my throat as the heat inside me snapped. My release hit me like fire and lightning, my body convulsing around him, my scream muffled only by his mouth crashing down on mine.

His thrusts grew erratic, rougher, his groans spilling against my lips. “Kira—fuck—” His whole body shuddered as he came with me, his release pulsing hot and deep, his growl vibrating through me like another climax.

We collapsed together, his weight heavy but comforting, his breath harsh against my neck. Our hands were still locked, fingers tangled tight above my head as if neither of us could let go.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of our mingled breaths, the steady thrum of the bond humming like fire between us.

Finally, Talon lifted his head, his lips brushing mine with surprising gentleness. “Different from Toren,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. “But just as real. Just as strong.”

I smiled weakly, brushing my thumb over his jaw. “Different,” I whispered, my body still trembling in aftershocks. “But amazing. Both of you… you’re amazing.”

His eyes softened, his hand moving to cradle my cheek. “Then maybe… maybe this can work. Maybe we can make it work.”

I kissed him again, slow and lingering, my heart aching with the weight of it. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”