An Toiseach - an tosh-ok

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Chapter 13: Greedy

The woman staring back at me looked confident. Sultry. Dark aquamarine eyes popped thanks to the brown eyeshadow Laura had expertly applied, she'd curled and used mascara on my lashes, argued when I refused eyeliner, and settled when I agreed to the thin line she'd drawn just as the edge; such a simple addition that somehow made my eyelashes look even longer. My hair I'd left in its natural loose wave, and as Laura had been summoned by Mac not too long ago, I was left to toy with dark matte red lipstick in one hand and nude gloss in the other.

It felt silly to be debating on a shade of lippy when I was certain this meeting was a matter of life and death.

The click of Taran's door made me jump as it opened, I didn't need the reflection of him in the mirror to know it was the man himself who walked in, stopping in his tracks when he saw me. There was no mistaking the way my body reacted to his gaze. Midnight eyes raked from the nude flats I wore, up bare legs to the floaty white skirt of my favourite summer dress, over the milkmaid style bodice that revealed the swell of my breasts, before travelling up to my face. My skin burned with the awareness of his study.

I decided my lippy straight away, tearing my gaze away to paint my lips the same colour as the red of his tie.

Whether he approved or not of my choice of outfit and makeup, I couldn't tell. After his appraisal, he simply grunted and walked to the bed to pick up the box I'd left there. I watched his reflection flip open the lid to pull out the collar, dangling it on a finger with a smirk as he slowly approached.

"White? What's this all about?" he asked, tracing the edge of the bodice at my back.

"If you don't like it-"

"I never said that. Don't change."

My lips twitched. "I was going to say, if you don't like it, I don't care cuz I'm not changing."

A light spank to my ass made me squeak.

"Careful, that almost sounds like cheek. Besides, I happen to like the dress. There's just one addition I would make," he said, scooping my hair away from my face. "Hold it up for me."

My hand replaced his, holding my hair up and out the way so he could place the collar around my neck. The leather was hard and unforgiving, heavier than I thought it would be. The metal O ring dangled from the front to sit in the hollow of my throat, and I was glad of how cool it felt when my skin flushed hot as I imagined just why the ring was there. It bit into my skin while Taran dutifully buckled it in place, running a finger beneath the leather once done to make sure it wasn't too tight. Just tight enough I wouldn't forget it was there.

I thought it would look silly, especially in the dress I'd chosen, but it looked oddly right as I studied my reflection, fingers tracing the blackbird embossed leather and then Taran's initial.

"I guess I have my answer," Taran mused, watching me.

I froze. Right. This wasn't the reaction I should have had at seeing the collar for the first time.

"Laura made me," I excused quickly.
Taran growled, pulling my back flush against his chest. His fingers traced along the collar, so careful not to touch skin that I found myself leaning to gain even just a brush of his fingertip against my throat.

"Naughty, mouse. I'll have to talk to Mac about just how to punish you both. . .but you've taken to wearing it so well, and you look so delicious, that I might let this one infraction go."

"Thank you, Sir."

He chuckled but the sound was deep and gravelly rather than light with real amusement. His hand slid down my side to squeeze my hip, bringing me impossibly closer to him so I could feel the pressure of something hard against my ass.

My legs pressed together.

Hungry eyes met mine in the mirror. It seemed I'd played my part well enough. He was right. I was taking to all this better than I thought after all my protests and fear. Maybe it was the thanks, calling him Sir, or the way I lowered my eyes respectfully from the accusation still brightening his, but something in him snapped at my easy show of submission.

The room span around me, hands manoeuvring me as they would with speed too quick for my human senses too keep up.

This wasn't exactly how I saw my first time with Taran when I'd done so last week with a vibrator in hand. Back shoved up against the wall, hands pinned above my head while eager fingers tore the side of my knickers so they hung off one thigh while my dress was hiked above my hips, there was a desperation to Taran's movements that was exhilarating. His body crushed mine and he kissed me ferocity that it hurt, teeth nipping at my lip before his tongue claimed my mouth.

He tore the breath from my lungs and forced to me breathe him in.
It was intoxicating. The smell of him, the feel of him, it chased every thought from my mind, forcing me to focus on him and only him.

When his fingers delved between my legs to find me already wet and ready, I got a glimpse of the monster he hid as his eyes flashed with a dangerous sheen of steel over ebony, the wildness in his aura keeping every inch of my alert and on edge.

"Don't move your fucking hands," he growled against my swollen lips.

He gripped them tight enough to bruise bone, pressing them against the wall to emphasise his order. As soon as he released them, my shoulders strained to keep the position, one hand gripping the other tight in the hopes it would help.

"We don't have much time." He smirked at me, one muscled thigh pressing between my legs to keep them spread while he lowered his hands to undo his belt.

The clink of the buckle heightened my anticipation, eyes locked on Taran's fingers as they worked the belt free. My breath caught at the hiss of leather being undone like some ominous warning and I watched it hit the ground with a thunk. Slowly, he undid the button on his trousers, a groan grinding from his chest as he pulled the hard length of his cock free. A surge of hot energy made my nipples harden, shoulders sagging before remembering Taran's order. Desperate for friction, I rolled my hips in an effort to grind my aching pussy against his leg, but as soon as I did, he yanked the ring on my collar so hard that my nails scraped across the wall in a bid for purchase.

"So greedy," he crooned, his fingers kneading my thigh in a bruising grip before he hooked my leg over his hip. "Arms around my neck, Little Mouse."

I nearly sighed in relief, the pressure in my shoulders and neck ebbing as soon as I tentatively rested them over Taran's strong shoulders. It was the first time I'd really touched him. The first time I'd felt the muscle hidden by his shirt under my fingers. I didn't have time to explore though, to slide my fingers beneath the fabric so I could feel skin, as soon as I was stable, he yanked my other leg from the floor and pressed me firmly against the wall. Any hesitations I had about was going to happen, any regret at the fact he hadn't taken a stitch of clothing off were thrown away. I couldn't even finish noting that his actions lacked their usual control as his hips surged forward, his cock filling me so deep that my eyes rolled back.

A wanton cry was swallowed by him.

His teeth took hold of my bottom lip, a groan joining my gasp as he withdrew slowly to catch at my entrance, eyes capturing every nuance of agonising pleasure on my face.

I needed more.

Ankles crossed at his ass, I dragged him closer, and the sound that left his throat as he sank back into me melted the last of my hesitations. Nipping teeth sharpened to fangs, and he wasted no more time, slamming into me with such force, I felt like maybe he was trying to punish me for something. Not that I wanted him to stop. My nails dug into his shirt, clawing at the skin beneath, my back arching from the wall so his next thrust hit a spot that made me see stars.

His hot palm lifted to cup a fabric covered breast, squeezing soft flesh, his thumb sweeping over a nipple. It wasn't enough. I wanted him to tear the dress off, to feel his touch properly. From the way he bunched the fabric before giving a tight growl and releasing it told me he wanted that too.

But as he'd said, we didn't have much time. Yet Taran always took his time. Prided himself on it in fact. So what had happened for him to lose control in this way?

Nails raked up my thigh to squeeze my rear and tilt my hips. The sight of him looking down, the utter captivation on his face as he watched himself enter me. . .

Sweat dripped down my back as I met his every movement. The building pressure in my belly, the fire rushing through my veins, it was all becoming too much, and not enough at the same time.

"I want to see you touch yourself."

If I wasn't so caught up, I might have blushed and refused, but the need for release overpowered any sensitivities I had.

Tearing a hand free of his shirt, I reached down between us and gave myself the pressure I craved, a cry leaving me as I circled the throbbing bundle of nerves there, the walls of my pussy fluttering. A grated sound of displeasure left Taran's lips and he yanked my hand away to replace my fingers his own.

That was what I needed. The rough way he ground his thumb against my clit set me alight like a match to gasoline.

He bit his way across my jaw, harder each time, his pace erratic, both of us panting hard. But when fangs nipped at my throat, I froze, pleasure obliterated with the force of a bullet train as Taran's face morphed into that of my attackers. My mouth couldn't form my safeword past the fear strangling my throat. Taran however, was more intuitive than I thought. He stilled to, leaning back so I could see him properly, see that it was him who had me pinned to a wall in his room, and that I wasn't back at the garages being drained of life.

"Sorry," I choked.

Taran shook his head. "Don't be. What do you need?"

I didn't know. It was hard to think when terror fought with the delightful fullness of Taran's cock still hot inside me. A light roll of his hips brought more of me back, his lips curling. "I know what you need. . .do you want to come?"

"Yes."

Yes, if that would make forget. If that would get rid of the ghost of fangs I could feel tearing at my throat.

"Ask then. Ask me for permission," he demanded.

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut to lesson the embarrassment of being asked to do such a thing.
He chuckled and the sensation was incredible. "Shy little mouse. Alright."

His fingers slid back down to my core, lightly stroking in quick flicks that made my body jerk and twitch. Rocking his hips, he began to fill me again, stirring inside me until I found the oblivion I needed in waves of heat washing over me again and again. Gentle rocks became jagged thrusts before Taran buried himself to the hilt with a savage roar. Heat lashed me as he spilled his seed, grinding himself impossibly deeper while I floundered in a space between reality and heady fantasy.

Gasping and trembling, I clutched Taran closer, half expecting him to pull away. He didn't. He let me hide my face against his chest while his fingers played in my hair, waiting for my heartbeat to settle again. When it did, he tipped my chin up and kissed me, a feather light brush of his lips against mine. . .followed by an obnoxious sniff by my neck.

"That'll have to do."

I went cold.

Was that what this had been about, getting his scent on my skin?

"Your scent is souring a lot for someone who was so satisfied a second ago. What's going through that head of yours?"

"You could have bitten me." Instead of pretending this was a moment of passion, I wanted to add, but thought better of it.

Dark eyes searched my face as he hummed. "Believe me, I was tempted, but I don't want you having to use your safeword so soon." He smoothed his fingers over my creased forehead. "Don't worry, I intend to deal with the trauma of your attack as soon as I think you're able."

Trauma? I was fine. Just fine. There wasn't so much as a mark on my skin from my attack so what was there to be traumatised by?

That might have sounded more believable to myself if I hadn't woken up that morning soaking with sweat, scream caught in my throat, and ferocious snarl of my attacker frozen in my mind's eye. I'd practically jumped Taran to get rid of the nightmare.

"I let you bite me this morning," I pointed out.

"You did," he agreed, tapping my nose. "I was very pleased, and grateful; you have a unique taste I look forward to getting to try again one day. However, I suspect 'let' is too heavy a word, submitted to perhaps. Next time I bite you, I want to do it because you've offered."

I shuddered at the heat in his dark gaze, my own dropping to follow his tongue as he licked his lips. Carefully, he lowered my feet back to the ground.
Belt buckled back in place, Taran straightened his shirt and ran a hand over his short hair, glancing at his reflection in the mirror before tugging me from the wall to fix my appearance too. It was soothing to feel his fingers running through my hair, hands smoothing down the creases in my dress before he crouched down and tugged away the pants hanging from my thigh. His boyish grin made my knees knock together when he looked up.

I knew without asking he wasn't going to let me grab another pair.

"I would be careful where your thoughts stray to during this meeting. White is an unforgiving colour." Rising slowly, he gave me another once over, amusement fading into a sterner expression. "Listen carefully because this is important. In the presence of An Toiseach, speak only when spoken to, stay right by my side at all times, and if I tell you to leave you go with Wren and you do whatever he says as if it were me telling you. There shouldn't be any problems, but if this attack was orchestrated above Frank's head. . ."

It meant something bad was afoot, I understood. From the way Taran's brow furrowed it was clear that possibility troubled him greatly.

I didn't get the sense he and Gwydion were very close despite sharing a maker but I wondered if he secretly hoped Gwydion wasn't involved in this. I hoped so too, for his sake. Maybe mine as well. From what I'd gathered, being put on the An Toiseach hit-list meant the chances of this being solved, the chances of me going home and back to normal life, were slim.

"I trust you," I murmured, daring to reach out and tentatively slide my hand into his, his fingers appearing massive next to my own.

At first he stared at me blankly, then down at our joined hands with a flicker of what I was sure was disgust. I half expected he would break the connection and pull away, so when he nodded with his jaw set in determination, and squeezed my hand so there was no chance I could let go, relief washed over me. And something else that fluttered in my chest.

For a moment, we both just stood there, looking at each other.

An obnoxious knock rattled the door.
Wren swept in, mouth opening to speak until he noticed our joined hands. His nose scrunched. "They're here. Ness is plying them with wine in the main pub."

"Good. You know what to do if you need to?" Taran asked.

Wren's mouth twisted. "Yes, I know. And you don't have to worry about my emotions making her act out either. I've fed."

A noise escaped me. Both men turned my way, Taran with a brow arched and Wren with a flare of irritation. As if he should be the one annoyed, he was the one refusing to use my name.

I crept closer to Taran's side as Wren bristled at my proximity. He moved out the way so Taran and I could leave the bedroom first but just as I passed him, his finger caught the ring on my collar, causing my body to whip round to face his. Staying still, I tried not to react as he traced the letter T embossed into the leather.

"Wren." Taran's voice held a sharp edge of warning, his hand sliding to my hip.

"You really are claiming her."

"Did I not say as much?" Taran replied. "I offered to allow you to claim her too, we could share, which would make things easier tonight considering your scent still marks her."

He'd offered to what?

I couldn't turn to glare at Taran when Wren had a hold of my collar, but Wren did so for me.

"I don't want to share your pet!" he spat.

Rage boiled over at his continued dismissiveness, and a shattering crack resounded in the space between us. Wren's face flew to the side with enough force to make him stagger, and it wasn't until my palm began to sting and tingle that I realised what I'd done.

Taran snorted, his grip tightening so he could gently pull me away and check the offending hand. "In control of your emotions are you, Wren?"

Only, it wasn't all him. The hurt that had caused my reaction had been all me.

"Damn," Wren muttered, prodding his reddened cheek as he considered me like I might fly at him again.

"I know. She's quite something." Taran kisses my palm then lifted dark eyes over my head. "She wouldn't refuse, you know that don't you?"

Floorboards creaked as Wren shifted behind me.

"Please stop talking like I'm not here." I meant to sound forceful, not breathless, but it was hard when I was being played so expertly.

A nip to the heel of my hand drew a gasp from me, and Wren rolled forward as if drawn to the sound.

That gnawing hunger returned, scratching in my gut, stealing my focus.

Eagle eyes trained on what Taran was doing as he turned me once more to face Wren, his nose nudging my jaw, fingers ghosted over my ribs.
I shivered.

"Go on," Taran murmured.

I wasn't sure who he was talking to.

Wren took a step forward, fingers twitching at his side. For a moment, I wanted him to reach out and touch me even while Taran was pressed flush against my back.

I could feel the need flowing back and forth through the link between Wren and I.

It was all so wrong.

Wren flinched back, then scowled and shoved his way past us. "We've kept your brother waiting long enough, and the look on her face alone will be enough to draw interest from them, never mind what you're doing to her scent."

I swayed as he left the room, flummoxed and conflicted. Taran hushed my as panic rose, fingers skimming down my arm to take my hand again. His grip tightened when I attempted to pull away.

"Share?" I choked out.

"There's no need to overthink, you're mine tonight. Let's get this over with."

Overthink? How could I not after the conversation that had just taken place? But mind was too foggy with the after effects of our earlier escapades, and further heat Taran had inspired as he'd used me to taunt Wren. . .

All I could do was follow the two men.

At least I was being walked to my doom in company.