Novel & Cerita Darth Talon

My breath catches as Ryker swallows her cries from her orgasm. If I was normal, I would touch myself. I would join them. But I back away slowly, like a startled church mouse trying to be smart about evading capture. Once I'm away from the smells and sights of that basement, I run to my room. I want to be normal for them. I want to be normal for her. But I'm not normal. I'm Talon Darlington: heir to a dynasty. Broken beyond repair. I get in the shower, trying to focus on what I just saw downstairs. I fist my cock, slowly pumping back and forth.

’ I snap at her internally, feeling frustrated by the mental crowd in my head. ‘Talon is funny,’ Sira says, her voice sounding playful. ‘I like him a lot, Rhea. He’s much more honest than the human side.’ Wait, so she knows him? And she likes him? ‘Who is Talon, Sira? How is he connected to my mind?’ ‘Talon is Ad—‘ Before she can fully answer, Adrian lets out a loud howl that pierces through the night. I realize that it's a signal, a powerful one. A moment later, other loud howls erupt from the darkness around us, Like they’re answering their leader.

Alfonso tried as much as possible to make sure his tone sounded neutral. Talon huffed and puffed, finally seeing he had no choice. “I’ll race you to the clearing, let's see which of us has gotten slower.” Talon waited for Alfonso to tuck his clothes under the tree. They both shifted into their wolves. Talon was considered evil by Madelyn, but his wolf’s fur begged to differ. Talon’s fur was brown, with gray patches on it. His eyes were bloodshot red — Alpha eyes and when the moonlight reflected in them you could see the rings of gold around it.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

"The Council of Elders met at dawn. They're fed up with the territorial gridlock between you and Cross. They’ve invoked the Rite of Arbitration." Before Miracle could demand a full explanation, the heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor swung open. Talon strolled down the hallway, looking disgustingly refreshed. He wore a fitted black tunic with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing the dark, shifting ink of his syndicate tattoos. The rough, dangerous edge he’d earned during five years in the dark underbelly of the city rolled off him in waves. He looked less like a noble pack warrior and more like a high-ranking street boss who had taken a wrong turn into a palace.