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Page 98 of The Death King

“Fuck, baby. When you say my name…”

My fingers dug into his ass, and I pulled him deeper. “Talon…”

He growled against my mouth and rested his face just above mine, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder.

I was fully absorbed in the throes of passion with this man, so connected to him I felt like a single entity. “Talon…”

He thrust harder, giving me all of his dick despite my winces. “Here it comes…”

“Give it to me, Talon.”

“Fuck…” His face tinted red, the vein in his forehead popped, and then he made his final pumps quickly before his hips flexed for release. He gave a ferocious moan as he filled me, all the muscles in his body rigid and tight. A shiver ran up his spine, and he moaned again, his seed so heavy I could feel it.

My hand cupped the back of his head, and I directed his face into my neck, my ankles still locked together at his ass, feeling his dick remain hard inside me.

He breathed against me before he raised his head above mine. Then he kissed me again, kissed me like we were starting from the beginning. His hips started to rock, and his hard dick slid through the slickness we’d both released. “Want another, baby?”

“Yes.” My fingers dug into the back of his hair again. “Please.”

His thrusts immediately increased. “Fuck, baby…”

17

TALON

I walked through the trees, the fog heavy like mist. My bow was in my grasp with the quiver of arrows across my back. Calista hadn’t woken and since she was fragile in these elements, I chose to let her body get all the rest it needed. She didn’t realize it, but her dance with hypothermia had almost killed her.

My eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for game in the distance, listening for the sound of hooves on the forest floor. Instead, I heard footsteps—footsteps that weren’t mine. I spun on my heel and nocked the arrow to the string simultaneously, aiming it high to pierce a man in the face.

Bahamut’s face was just inches from the tip of the arrow, and he smiled. “I’ve been following you for five minutes.”

I lowered the bow and turned back in my original direction. “Liar.”

“You should never make a deal with a liar, especially for the price you paid.”

I continued to walk, knowing there was no chance I would find game when our voices traveled through the mist. “Why are you here?”

“You’ve finally made some progress—wanted to congratulate you.”

“I still haven’t found the dragon.”

“But you’re close. A lot closer than you were when you were bedding that prisoner every night.”

“You need to learn to mind your own business.”

“I can’t mind my own business when my business is to know everyone’s business.”

I stopped walking and surveyed the surroundings. It was quiet. No sign of anything alive except for me.

Bahamut stopped beside me.

“Anything else?” I stood there with the bow in my hand, the arrow still fastened to the string.

“There’s a herd of elk a quarter mile east.”

“I didn’t ask for your help—” I turned to him beside me, but he was already gone.

I returned to the camp, Khazmuda still curled up around Calista.




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