He licked her slit like he was savoring an exotic fruit, making sure not to lose a drop of ambrosia. He sucked her labia minor into his mouth and eased his tongue between them. She sighed as she gave over to mounting pleasure.
She was wet for him, but she felt something new. He was exploring her slit just as he had her mouth, with the same sure confidence. It was divine! Her hips jerked, prompting her to push up to meet his caress in an involuntary movement.
His weight on top of her was a welcome pressure; skin on skin—she opened for him and drew him inside her body. He pushed deep inside with one sure stroke and he stopped moving, his eyes closed.
She thought for one horrible moment that something had happened, but the look on his face was sheer bliss. Tally tightened carefully to pull him deeper inside her. This felt new to her and she realized she’d merged completely with the lamia. It had never experienced this, not for pleasure.
It was wondrous and wild, all of the things she’d never known. Tally felt her love for Falcon well up like a spring and fill her alongside the ecstasy. She hadn’t known she could have both.
His hands circled her waist and he shifted her to get his forearm beneath them, angling her for maximum penetration.
And something else she loved, he wasn’t asking her if she was okay. He really wasn’t afraid. She hadn’t been ready to believe it, even when he was hard for her. It wasn’t until he’d entered her that his words became real. That in itself was an aphrodisiac and it meant she could stop being afraid as well. She could surrender and ride the waves of delight he’d loosed.
His hand slipped between them again to continue stroking her clitoris, his fingers keeping time with his hips as he thrust into her. Falcon rolled them over mid-thrust so she was riding him. It was her favorite position because his cock hit a place inside her that was so good, it was almost pain. She liked to tease him this way, too, to slide her slit up his shaft and sink back down the hard length until he was buried to the hilt. When she rocked her hips forward, she could push her nipples past his lips.
Tally pulled away and turned so her knees were braced behind his shoulders and she could suck his cock while he licked her clit. She bobbed down the length of his shaft and tasted herself on him. She loved the taste of their mixed fluids on her lips—it made her feel naughty and very good all at the same time. She used her tongue to lave at the velvety tip, moving faster in response to Falcon when he took her clit between his teeth and tugged softly.
His hands were moving up her thighs and cupped her ass to hold her where he wanted her; to expose her hidden flesh to his eyes and mouth. He didn’t use his fingers as he had before; it was only his tongue. She felt a hot rush between her thighs and he moaned, his cock jerking in response.
Tally took it in her mouth again and wrapped her hand around the shaft, moving up and down slowly. The faster his tongue flicked, the slower she moved her hand. He’d told her he liked to come after she did. He liked to feel her spasming around his cock, and loved how wet she was.
She cried out as his tongue pushed her over the edge and, as she came, he lifted her easily and moved her down the bed. Falcon entered her from behind and held her up on her hands and knees while her orgasm rampaged through her.
Tally bit down and tensed as the crescendo didn’t explode and ebb, but exploded again and again with his every thrust. Falcon eased her forward and grazed his teeth along her earlobe and the tender part of her shoulder. He marked her like an animal and the lamia accepted him as her mate.
His breath was harsh against the shell of her ear and the break in his rhythm signaled he was ready to come. She pushed back and clenched around him to hold him inside her when he would have withdrawn to stave off his orgasm.
He spilled inside her and after he was spent, Falcon pulled her into his arms.
“Are you okay?” she asked tentatively, looking deep into his eyes.
“What did you think was going to happen?”
“We both know the answer to that.”
He laughed. “Sweetheart, I gave you a part of me, but I’m still whole.”
“You never doubted, not for one minute?” Tally asked as she laid her head on his shoulder and traced nonsense symbols over his skin with her forefinger.
“Not for a second.”
“I think you just wanted the street cred,” Tally teased.
“What do I need street cred for?”
“You’ve got to do something to make up for your pink wings.”
“I think I’m good with them, actually. Hades offered to make them red or black, but he said it would change how I taste to you.”
“Don’t tell me—licorice?” Tally wrinkled her nose.
“Yeah, or cherry Twizzlers. What good are black wings if you won’t make out with me?” Falcon said in all seriousness.
“I must admit, keeping the pink was a good choice,” she giggled. “I’ve become even more fond of cotton candy. You might even say I love it.”
“That’s good because you’re stuck with it.”
“So, since Tristan’s wings are black, does he taste like licorice?”
“That’s not a question you need an answer to, little witch,” Falcon growled.
“I don’t know, call me curious. I might have to ask him,” she taunted.
“You’d break the poor guy’s heart.”
“Right,” Tally snorted. “Tristan doesn’t love me. He only thinks he does because I’m suddenly unattainable. He’ll find the right woman. I know he will. Especially now since he’s got the whole super-broody Death thing going on. There’ll be some poor sop who won’t be able to resist thinking he’s a DIY project.”
“Was I a DIY? A fixer-upper?” Falcon asked, teasing her.
“No, you were always Prince Charming.”
“Even when I was trying to get into your panties on graduation night?”
“I wasn’t wearing panties,” Tally confessed.
“If I’d known that then, perhaps this would have turned out differently.” He smirked.
“I kept leaning over, trying to show you, but I didn’t think you were interested. I thought you were doing the Big Brother shtick.”
“Oh, I think we can say with a definitive certainty that my feelings for you are nowhere near brotherly.”
“Hmm,” Tally sighed. “I think you need to explain those feelings to me. In vivid, physical detail.” Tally pressed a kiss to his chest and then licked his flat nipple.
Falcon clasped her tightly against him and laughed. “That tickles.”
“So it’s another round of the tickle game? I seem to remember owing you—” Tally found herself flat on her back again and Falcon pressing her down into the mattress.
“You owe me, do you?” He captured her wrists and held them over her head with one hand, running the other down the length of her.
“How do you feel about a payment plan?” she asked breathlessly.
“Depends on what terms you’re offering.” Falcon dipped his head to kiss her collarbone.
“A decent rate, but the duration of the deal is what those in the business would call extended.”
“Yeah, we don’t usually go in for such a long payment plan, but in your case, we’ll make an exception.”
“What kind of exception?” Tally laughed. “Seventy-two months instead of sixty?”
“How about forever?” Falcon raised his head to look into her eyes. “I meant what I said when I asked you to marry me.”
Tally smiled. “I know.”
“But you didn’t mean your acceptance. I know I pressured you into it in front of my family. Say yes again, now. Be with me forever. Say yes and fight with my mother about what your dress is going to look like, how many tiers on the cake, and if our first dance should be to ‘Last Worthless Evening’ by Don Henley or ‘You’re So Cool’ from the True Romance soundtrack.”
“I don’t care about the cake, but I want a champagne fountain and a carriage ride in one of the Cinderella Pumpkin carr
iages and then I want to go to Venice,” Tally blurted out.
“You don’t want to fight with my mother?” Falcon smiled.
“No, Stardust can have whatever she wants because she made you.” Tally bit her lip and sniffed.
“Are you crying? I thought this was a Good Thing?”
“It is. But I can’t believe I just said something that hokey.”
“Me, either, but it’s adorable on you.” Falcon grinned before kissing her.
“You still didn’t actually say the words again.”
“Are you going to make me?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” Tally tugged on a lock of hair as if she was deep in thought.
“I thought that was pretty damn cool as far as proposals go. Slick, too. And you didn’t only get asked once, but twice.”
“How long did you practice with Dred?” she laughed.
“No longer than you practiced saying yes through the mirror with Middy.”
“Do you always listen at the door when I’m in the bathroom? What if I’d been doing something unladylike?”
“Like demanding that time of the month not begin until tomorrow?”
“I shouldn’t even be surprised.” She rolled her eyes heavenward.
“I love you, Tally.”
“Don’t think that’s always going to get you out of trouble,” she warned.
“Why not? It’s what always gets me in trouble. I think it should work both ways.”
“I don’t know, try it again and we’ll see.”
Falcon cupped her cheek and brushed his fingertips down the side of her face. “I love you.”
“It definitely works.” She gave a dreamy sigh. “I love you, too. So much it hurts. I’m scared though. Are we those people? Do we get the Happily Ever After?”
“Happily Ever After happens one day at a time, sweetheart,” he said before kissing her again. If there’d been a sunset, he would have carried her off into it like any conquering hero. Instead, they had to settle for making love until dawn.
After the Curtain
The Powers That Be are still really pissed, but like Tally said, they have no power over her because she chooses to believe they don’t. Much like the goblin king Jareth at the end of Labyrinth, only not as sexy. Fate has its own design for the Powers, much to their chagrin.
Merlin retired with Nimue, having had enough of the Bigger Boss gig. The invitations to his retirement party did, in fact, get lost in the mail. Because he never mailed them. Merlin wanted to retire quietly and sneak away for that honeymoon he and Nimue never had a chance to have. He knew everything would work out in the end; he kind of planned it that way.
Falcon’s father, Orion, invited the family to a group therapy session and to his surprise, everyone came. Stardust has agreed to lunch once a week, but nothing more. The cooking classes she was taking with Roderick Snow ended and she’s not spending as much time with him as before, but Rod hasn’t given up. He knows he’s the rich Prince Charming to Orion’s worn-out bad boy.
Tristan, a.k.a. the Angel of Death, loves that his black wings get him in with chicks, but his newest assignment, Miss Ghislaine Grisly, is unimpressed. Tristan is thankful Merlin is out of office; he has a feeling she’s the kind of ghoul who would inspire a dream where he’d have a conversation with his own cock and he’s fine with their non-talking relationship the way it is. It goes where he tells it to and that’s the end of it. Though the Zombie Master might have something else to say about it. Death is most definitely not “the boss” of her. She’s currently taking every opportunity to tell him so.
Ethelred found redemption in love, but he’s not sure what to do with it. He still gardens and thought it would make a nice birdbath. Falcon offered him a shot of Lethe to forget his pain, but Ethelred knows he needs to remember. He’s been assured that eventually, it won’t hurt anymore, but Ethelred thinks that’s probably everyone blowing smoke up his ass. He’ll believe it when he sees it. He goes antiquing with Uriel; he has a better eye anyway. He doesn’t spend much time with Emilian because it’s too painful for them both. Fate has a surprise in store for them, but the author can’t talk about it. Cryptic crap again, a pet peeve of Tally’s.
Hawk and his baby-mama drama won’t resolve itself for some time. See, his girl may have been a mortal, but she was a gypsy and she’s an Olympic grudge holder. It’s not all her fault, though; Hawk is just as stubborn. Cupid has been forbidden to interfere, but they forgot to demand that Lust mind her own business, too, and Tally is all about being helpful.
Falcon and Tally? We’re getting there. Don’t you want to know what happened with the Trifecta of Doom and their sexy calendar?
No?
Fine.
We already know Falcon and Tally lived Happily Ever After with the capitals. Stardust demanded a fancy wedding, and Middy was maid of honor. Falcon did not pass out between Tally’s thighs in a pergola. What else do we need? Okay, so you want to know about the succubus/lamia gig? It didn’t just magickally go away. Tally made her own choices and did what she had to do to save her loved ones and find redemption within herself.
Falcon loves her, all of her. He’s not afraid. Knowing that her power could drain him dry is only a physical manifestation of what most men have feared from the beginning; once a woman gets her teeth into you, it’s all over. Falcon may have pink wings, but he’s all man. He’s definitely earned his cupidity, or so they say in the gym when he’s hitting the showers after a good game of hoops and everyone can see he’s still all man.
And of course, they lived Happily Ever After.
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