Craving (Steel Brothers Saga #1)

I sat down on the bed. I had told her all that I could. “Like I said, my being here isn’t good for my brothers.”


“So they asked you to leave?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“I just have to.”

Jade slowly brought her arm upward and cupped one of my cheeks, her thumb lightly massaging my upper lip. Oh, God—classic “I feel sorry for you” pose. I couldn’t take it. I hated pity. I didn’t want pity from anyone, and especially not from her.

I yanked her hand away. “Don’t do that.”

“Talon, please… I want to help.”

“Help me with what?”

“Just…help.”

“I don’t need any fucking help.”

She cupped my cheek again, and I couldn’t bring myself to tear her arm away this time. Her touch soothed me, warmed me, gave me something—something I couldn’t put into words.

This unquenchable hunger for her—was it because she had something I needed? But how would I have known that when I first laid eyes on her? Had her soul spoken to mine?

I was talking nonsense. My cock was hard, and I wanted to fuck her. That was all. I’d thought one time would ease my ache for her. All it did was make the ache worse. The second time the same. By that logic, if I fucked her again, I’d want her even more.

Go, Talon. Leave this room and don’t look back.

But I couldn’t. I placed my hand over hers, still on my cheek. I grasped it, brought into my mouth, and kissed her palm, her skin so soft and sweet beneath my lips. I gazed into her blue-gray eyes, so haunting, with a touch of sadness. Had I put that sadness there?

I brought sadness to everyone I touched. But then her lips, those beautiful full ruby-red lips, curved upward into a smile. She smiled at me, her steely eyes crinkling in the corners.

Her smile… My God, I’d sell my soul to the devil himself just to keep that smile on her face for all time.

Her lips began to move. “Kiss me, Talon. Please, kiss me.”

I stood and pressed my lips to hers. She opened for me immediately and slid her soft, sweet tongue into my mouth. I wanted to be gentle with her. I truly wanted to, but something about Jade Roberts brought out the animal in me. I wasn’t used to being gentle. I wasn’t used to thinking about my partner at all. I normally just took what she gave freely, unconcerned about whether she was happy with how I did it.

I slid my tongue into her mouth slowly, differently from how I usually dived straight in. My cock strained against my jeans. The urge to grind into her was great, but I held back, determined to take things slow this time.

But Jade had other ideas. She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me, still kissing me, and unbuttoned my shirt. Soon only her flimsy cotton tank top separated us, and her hard little nipples poked into my bare chest. She kissed me with passion and fire, and my original plan to go slow was shot to hell. We kissed and we kissed, and then she rolled off of me, grabbed my hand, and slid it underneath her boxers.

“Touch me, Talon. Feel how wet I am for you.”

I nearly exploded. She was soaking. I traced her slick folds with my fingers, circling her nub, exploring her wetness.

“Yes, just like that,” she breathed. “I love it when you touch me. You make me so hot.”

I plunged two fingers into her warm channel. She jolted, grinding against my hand. I shoved my fingers into her again and again, finding her G-spot, rubbing it, fueled by her groans of desire.

“Talon, yes. So good. It feels so fucking good.”

If only those fingers were my cock, plunging into her, thrusting, taking her…

Slow, Talon. Slow.

But again, my plan went awry. She writhed against me, her hard nipples poking from her tank top, her juices gushing over my hand. I had to have her. I withdrew my fingers, and she whimpered.

“Don’t worry, blue eyes. I’m not going anywhere.” I slid her boxers over her hips and discarded them. Then I spread her legs and dived between them. I slid my tongue up and down her wet slit, sucking all the cream out of that beautiful red pussy. God, she tasted so fucking good. Tangy, a little bit citrusy—I could live on her essence alone. I plunged my tongue into her opening, in and out, in and out. Then I swiped it over her slit and up to her clit, sucking while I forced the same two fingers back into her wet heat.

She arched her back. “God, I’m going to come.”

“Yeah, baby, come. Come for me. Come all over my hand and my face. Let me see that sweet cream.”

She clenched around my fingers, her pussy convulsing in orgasm. My cock was so hard I thought it might break through the denim of my jeans. Had to have her. Had to have my cock inside of her. But no. Not yet. She was going to come again. I pushed her thighs forward and swiped my tongue over her puckered asshole. She tensed a bit, and I waited. If she was going to protest, she needed to do it now.

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