The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 78

Talon hesitated for a split second—I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, that flicker of nervousness in his eyes, like he was holding back the storm inside. But then he crawled onto the bed behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hands framed my face, turning it toward him, and his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was fierce, tongue thrusting deep, tasting of mint and barely contained fury. He licked along my lips, nipping at the swell before biting down on my bottom one, drawing a whimper from me that he swallowed whole.

Tyson was there in an instant, looming over my chest. His fingers dug into the clasp of my bra, snapping it open with a twist, and he yanked the cups away, exposing my breasts to the cool air. Nipples pebbled instantly, and he dove in, latching onto one with his hot mouth, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other, fingers pinching and rolling the peak until it throbbed. "These are ours," he growled against my skin, teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. "No one else gets a taste."

The overload hit me like a freight train. Toren's tongue plunged inside me now, fucking in and out with wet, obscene sounds, then flicking back to my clit, relentless. Talon's kisses turned to bites along my jaw, my neck, marking me with sharp nips that bloomed into heat. Tyson's mouth switched breasts, lavishing the neglected one with the same brutal attention, his free hand trailing down to join Toren's, fingers teasing my entrance before pushing in alongside his brother's tongue.

It built fast—too fast—the alcohol still buzzing in my veins, amplifying every lick, every suck, every grind. My hips bucked against Toren's face, chasing the pressure, my hands fisting the sheets. "Oh god—please—" I gasped, the words muffled against Talon's lips.

"Come for us," Toren demanded, voice muffled but commanding, his tongue pressing flat and hard against my clit one final time.

I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me, walls clenching around Tyson's invading fingers, juices flooding Toren's mouth as I cried out, body convulsing. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me trembling, boneless, their names a broken chant on my lips. They didn't stop—not fully—drawing it out until I was oversensitive, whimpering, but the hunger in their eyes promised this was only the start.

Toren pulled back, lips glistening, a wicked grin splitting his face. "Good girl. But we're just warming you up." Talon kissed me softer now, tasting myself on his tongue, while Tyson stroked his cock faster, positioning himself closer. The air thickened with their scents, their intent clear: no escape, no mercy, just them claiming every part of me.

Tyson’s thick cock pressed against my slick folds, the head nudging my entrance before he pushed forward, inch by inch, filling me with a slow, deliberate stretch that made my breath hitch. My walls clenched around him instinctively, welcoming the intrusion even as the fullness bordered on overwhelming. Talon’s lips were on mine, his tongue delving deep in hungry kisses, his hands roaming up to knead my breasts, thumbs circling my hardened nipples with firm squeezes that sent jolts straight to my core. I arched into his touch, lost in the dual sensations, while Toren sat back on the edge of the massive California king bed, his eyes dark with desire as he palmed his rigid length through his pants, stroking lazily, the mate bond humming with his restrained hunger.

The bed’s soft sheets cradled us, a luxurious contrast to the building heat in the room. Tyson groaned low as he sank fully inside me, his hips flush against mine, holding still for a moment to let me adjust. But patience wasn’t his style. Without warning, he gripped Talon’s shoulder and shoved him aside roughly, his other hand clamping onto my waist. In one fluid, powerful motion, he hauled me up and flipped me onto my hands and knees, the sudden shift making my heart race and my pussy throb around the cock still buried deep.

"On your knees, just like that," Tyson growled, his voice rough with command as he positioned himself behind me again, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. The new angle let him drive even deeper on his next thrust, his pelvis slapping against my ass with a sharp smack that echoed in the quiet space. I gasped, fingers digging into the mattress, the pleasure-pain mix igniting every nerve. Talon recovered quickly, a smirk playing on his lips as he scrambled to his knees in front of me, already tugging at his belt.

Tyson's cock stretched me wide as he bottomed out from behind, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that jolted my whole body forward. Each thrust drove me deeper onto Talon's shaft, my lips stretched around his girth, saliva dripping down my chin as I struggled to accommodate him. I had no technique, no idea how to swirl my tongue or hollow my cheeks like I'd seen in those forbidden videos, but the raw motion of Tyson's pounding did the work for me, bobbing my head along Talon's length. He groaned deeply, his fingers tangling in my hair, not guiding but holding on as if to anchor himself against the pleasure ripping through him.

"Fuck, her mouth's so warm," Talon rasped, his voice thick with lust, eyes locked on mine even as tears blurred my vision from the relentless face-fucking. Behind me, Tyson's hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto his dick with every snap of his pelvis. He wasn't gentle—each plunge into my pussy was deep and punishing, his balls slapping against my clit, sending sparks of unwanted ecstasy shooting up my spine. I moaned around Talon, the vibration making him buck involuntarily, the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat until I gagged, but I didn't pull away. Couldn't, with Tyson's unyielding rhythm controlling everything.

I felt Toren's presence like a heat at my side, his mate bond pulsing with a mix of pride and hunger that made my core clench tighter around Tyson. He hadn't joined yet, but I could sense him edging closer, his hand still working his own erection in slow, deliberate strokes. The bond carried his approval, a warm thrum that contrasted the brutal intensity of the other two, but god, I craved his hands on me—his fingers tracing my skin, his mouth claiming mine amid the chaos. "Toren," I tried to whimper, but it came out muffled, lost in the wet sounds of sucking and thrusting filling the room.

Tyson laughed low, a rough sound that vibrated through his body into mine. "She's greedy for it all," he said, slowing his pace just enough to grind deep, circling his hips to hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. Then he sped up again, fucking me harder, the new California King bed creaking under the assault. Talon matched him, shallow thrusts into my mouth now, careful not to overwhelm but still demanding, his pre-cum coating my tongue with a salty tang. My body trembled, caught between the burn in my jaw and the building pressure in my pussy, every nerve alight as they used me from both ends.

Toren finally moved, his shadow falling over us. Through the bond, I felt his intent—a possessive surge that promised he'd reclaim me soon. His hand brushed my shoulder, a teasing touch that made me arch toward him even as Tyson railed me without mercy. "Good girl," Toren murmured, voice husky, and just that whisper pushed me closer to the edge, my submission weaving deeper into this tangled web of bodies and bonds.