The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 79

Before I could even register what was happening, Talon's cock pulsed in my mouth, flooding me with hot spurts of cum. I swallowed on instinct, the thick, salty load coating my tongue as I fought the urge to gag from the bitter taste. Tyson laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated through the room, as Talon collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin. "That was fucking amazing," Talon gasped, his voice rough with satisfaction.

Tyson pulled his throbbing dick from my slick folds with a wet pop, then grabbed my arms and roughly yanked me upward. My legs trembled from the intensity, but he didn't give me a moment to recover. He spun me around and shoved me backward until my ass pressed against Toren's solid frame. Toren's strong hands clamped onto my waist, his fingers digging in possessively as he guided us both down to the floor. The cool hardwood met my knees first, then my back arched as he positioned me over his lap in a reverse cowgirl stance, his massive cock nudging insistently at my soaked entrance.

Tyson wasted no time, stepping forward and thrusting his still-hard shaft between my lips. "Suck it clean, you good girl," he growled, his hand tangling in my hair to hold me steady. I opened wide, taking him deep, tasting my own arousal mixed with his pre-cum as he pumped into my mouth with controlled force. Toren gripped my hips tighter, lifting me slightly before slamming me down onto his dick. He filled me completely, stretching my pussy walls around his girth as he started bouncing me up and down, his thrusts driving upward to hit that deep spot inside me.

Pleasure built fast, coiling tight in my core with every rough bounce. Toren's breath was hot against my ear as he leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. "I love watching my brothers use you like this. You're such a perfect little slut for us, taking every inch." His words sent shivers down my spine, making my inner muscles clench around him harder. I moaned around Tyson's cock, the vibrations drawing a groan from him as he fucked my face faster.

It didn't take long for Tyson to tense, his balls tightening against my chin. He buried himself deep in my throat and came with a guttural curse, his cum shooting in warm ropes that I gulped down greedily. It tasted slightly better than Talon's—less sharp, more earthy—but still overwhelming as it slid down my throat. Tyson pulled out with a satisfied sigh, a string of saliva and semen connecting my lips to his tip before it broke.

He knelt down beside us then, his hand sliding between my thighs without warning. His fingers found my swollen clit, rubbing firm circles that made my whole body jolt. I clamped down around Toren's pounding cock, my pussy spasming as the orgasm tore through me like wildfire. Waves of ecstasy ripped from my core, making me cry out, my nails scraping the floor. Toren thrust up one last time, hard and deep, his dick swelling inside me as he came. His hot seed flooded my depths, mixing with my juices as he held me pinned against him, grinding through the aftershocks.

We stayed like that for a moment, all three of us panting, bodies slick and spent. But as my breathing slowed, I felt Talon's gaze on us from the bed, his cock already twitching back to life. This night was far from over—their dominance wrapping around me like a promise of more rough, unrelenting pleasure.

Before anything else could happen, a thunderous bang rattled the door. Someone was pounding on it—hard, urgent, relentless.

All three of us froze.

Tyson was the first to move, muscles tensing as his head tilted toward the noise. He rose slowly, movements predatory, and I felt it—the dark pull in my chest, the gut-deep certainty that whoever was behind that door didn’t bring good news.

Without a word, he grabbed his pants, yanking them on in one rough motion. Toren’s hand found me instantly, pulling me against his chest. His skin was still hot, his scent grounding and fierce as he bent to murmur near my ear, “Stay close, Starlight.”

He guided me toward the bathroom, the tension in his body telling me more than his words ever could. Once inside, he turned on the faucet, steam curling through the air as hot water filled the tub.

“Get in,” he ordered gently, brushing my hair back from my face. His voice had softened, but the edge of command was still there. He kissed me once—my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth—each touch slow and careful, a sharp contrast to the chaos moments before.

Then he lowered me into the bath. The water was scalding at first, but it soothed the ache in my muscles, grounding me as the sound of voices rose faintly from beyond the door.

Toren knelt beside the tub for one last heartbeat, his thumb tracing lazy circles along my jaw. “Don’t fall asleep, Starlight,” he said quietly. “I’ll be right back.”

And then he was gone—closing the bathroom door behind him with a quiet click that somehow made the pounding outside sound even louder.

The muffled sound of voices bled through the bathroom walls—deep, rumbling, edged with warning. A growl cut through the air, sharp and guttural, followed by another—lower, rougher. My heart stuttered in my chest.

Toren. Tyson.

They were angry.

I sank deeper into the bath, the water lapping over my shoulders, the steam clouding everything. I told myself not to listen. I promised myself I wouldn’t. The mate bond made it too easy to slip into their heads, to hear things I wasn’t meant to hear.

But curiosity clawed its way through reason. I couldn’t take not knowing.

Closing my eyes, I reached out—just a little—searching for the familiar thread that connected me to Talon. His bond felt different from the others, steadier, smoother, like the calm between storms. The moment I touched it, the world shifted.

I wasn’t in the bathroom anymore.

I was him.

I could see through his eyes—the bright light of the hotel suite, the tense set of Toren’s shoulders, the way Tyson stood half a step in front of both of them, his stance protective and lethal.

A Council guard stood near the doorway, his uniform crisp but his expression grim. The scent of adrenaline and fear rolled off him.

“…we’re organizing a search party now,” the guard was saying, voice tight. “We’ve sent word to the nearby packs, but as of this morning, we’re still not sure how he managed to escape. The locks were reinforced, and the runes hadn’t been tampered with.”

Talon’s heart gave a hard, cold thump. He?

Tyson’s growl filled the room. “You’re telling me a Council prisoner just vanished?”