The Bond That Consumes Us Part 12

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"I want you," he whispered against her mouth.

"I want you too."

"It's wrong. You've been through so much today."

Fallon caressed his cheek before pressing another quick kiss to his lips. "I know.

Can we...just be together? No s.e.x."

"If you would like that, then I would not deny you."

She shivered again as she slid her arms around his neck. "Take me back to your room. Please, Taber."

How could he refuse her anything when she asked him like that? Spoke to him with longing and loneliness.

"Anything you wish. I am your servant."

And for the first time in his life, he understood what it meant to truly love.

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Chapter Six.

Fallon felt warm, safe and completely rested for the first time in months. Sighing, she stretched out in the bed before rolling over to the warm spot in the bed where Taber's body had been. When her brain finally registered that he wasn't there any longer, she opened her eyes and lifted her head off the pillows.

He hadn't gone far.

For the first time since she'd met him, he was sitting in a chair, hunched forward staring at a data pad. Lowering her head back down, she watched him as he worked.

She a.s.sumed he was reading reports on the murder...murders. G.o.d, she couldn't believe Lukas was dead too. It was like someone was trying to kill off all her friends.

She knew that wasn't likely. Both Nate and Lukas were probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time and got in the way of this psychopath. She had faith that Taber and Sean would be able to catch whoever it was doing it.

Taber reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose before rubbing his eyes. She could only guess how long he'd been awake. She knew for a fact he'd lain awake until she'd drifted off last night. He hadn't even attempted to make love to her, even though she could feel his sizable c.o.c.k pressing against her a.s.s. The complete control he had over himself was amazing.

But seeing him like this, unguarded when he thought he was alone, she knew this was the secret part of him, one he didn't share. She actually felt a bit guilty for watching, but she couldn't let this moment pa.s.s. Taber leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his hand along the back of his neck while he continued to read.

She couldn't just sit here while he was in pain. As quietly as she could, she slipped from the bed and tiptoed over to him. It wasn't until she was a foot away that he turned to look at her. He was about to get to his feet when she jumped forward and pressed his shoulders down.

"Don't you dare," she said softly against his ear. "You deserve a neck rub for all the hard work you've been doing."

"Fallon, I can't-"

"Don't give me any of that Briel formality c.r.a.p. This is me. Now sit still while I fix those sore muscles."

"They're not sore."

"Has anyone told you you're a s.h.i.tty liar?"

"No."

"Well you are."

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She pushed his head forward and pulled the neck of his shirt back, exposing more of his neck. The front cut into his throat and he pulled it forward again.

"Well this won't do," she said and sighed. "Better take it off."

He looked at her over his shoulder, an amused smile on his lips. "Yes, ma'am."

In a single smooth motion, he pulled his tunic off and tossed it to the floor. With nothing in the way, Fallon was free to explore the mult.i.tude of muscles that made up his back. Starting at his neck, she pushed her fingers against his skin, working on the hard knots she found. After a few minutes of constant rubbing, her fingers began to hurt from the stress.

"You're a very tense man."

He grunted once. "I've never had someone do this for me before. It's...relaxing."

"I'm mult.i.talented. I mix drinks and rub necks."

"What else can you do?"

Many naughty images crossed her mind, all of which she'd like to do to Taber at that moment. She had the feeling she could reveal her deepest fantasies to him and he'd keep her safe while fulfilling them. Biting her lip hard, she quickly made up her mind.

Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear.

"I will do whatever you want."

He turned his head to the side, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "What...do you mean?"

Instead of trying to explain it to him, Fallon took a step back and dropped to her knees before him, her head bowed down, eyes on the floor. She waited for several minutes, her heart pounding in her chest, scared to death he wouldn't understand what she meant. Or worse, reject her.

He shifted silently in his chair, and she prayed he was facing her. When he reached out to tip her chin up, her heart skipped a beat. His eyes were narrowed, the pupils so wide, the color of his iris was nearly swallowed by the black.

"My mate, she rejected these notions...desires I had." He swallowed hard. "Control, in this manner, I crave it."

Fallon's heart was pounding so hard, her body began to shake. Somehow she'd known he would be dominant in the bedroom, had sensed it the last time they'd made love. But more than that, he wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't push her into a place that would destroy the fragile part of her soul that she'd protected for years.

The last time she'd been hurt that way, she almost hadn't recovered.

"Tell me," she whispered.

This time, it wasn't a game. This time she wanted, needed him to control her. Tell her what he wanted her to do. Have the power to give or withhold pleasure from her.

Fallon didn't move, couldn't until Taber, her master, told her to.

"Sit back," he said, releasing her chin.

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Obeying, Fallon dropped her gaze to the floor once more. The night before, she'd put on one of his tunics, the sheer size of it made her feel like a child dressing in her parent's clothing. Now, the material was loose, caressing the naked skin underneath.

Her p.u.s.s.y was wet, drenched in her cream. The antic.i.p.ation was enough to drive her crazy, but she fought against it. Finally, Taber groaned and she heard him shift in his seat.

"Crawl to me. Look at me as you move to me."

Leaning on her hands and knees, she raised her gaze to his and made her way over to him. When she got to his feet, she waited for his next command.

"On your knees and take your hair out of that tie. I want your hair loose whenever we're alone."

Nodding, she did as he asked, pulling the tie from her hair and shaking the long strands free. The motion pulled the tunic front open, exposing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to him. Taber stared at her, his jaw clenching.

"Pull your tunic open. I want to see your b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

She complied, fighting the urge to reach out and squeeze his hard c.o.c.k.

"Pinch your nipples. Hard."

Reaching into the shirt, she found her already swollen, taut nipples and rolled them between her thumb and forefinger.

"I said hard."

Fallon gasped at the firmness of his command. Biting her lip she pinched her nipples hard enough to draw a gasp from her. The pain mixed with a slow burning pleasure as she continued to tug and pull until she didn't think she could handle anymore.

"Stop. Hands to your sides."

She let her arms fall limp as she tried to regain control on her breathing. Fallon heard him shift again, antic.i.p.ation pushing her desire unbelievably high.

"Suck my c.o.c.k."

Oh yes! Moving between his legs, she saw that he'd pulled his thick shaft free from the confines of his pants. Her mouth watered as she remembered the headiness of his taste.

Starting at his b.a.l.l.s, she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. When she reached the head of his c.o.c.k, she circled the head, licking up the beads of c.u.m that had escaped.

Like before, the taste sent her senses into overdrive, making her head spin. She had to open her mouth wide to take the entirety of the tip into her mouth.

Taber groaned, pushing his hands into her hair, cupping the back of her head. He didn't direct her actions as much as prevent her from pulling away. Not that she had any intention of stopping.

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Fallon tried to take as much of his c.o.c.k as she could into her mouth. Relaxing her throat, she was able to swallow most of his length. She reached up and began to ma.s.sage his b.a.l.l.s and the sensitive skin below them.

"Yes," he said, his voice coming out in a hiss. "Lower."

She let her fingers drift lower, teasing his a.s.shole and the inside of his thighs. His body began to shake with each caress, and she knew she was giving him pleasure he'd never felt before. Without waiting for him to ask, she pushed her finger inside his a.s.s as she sucked his c.o.c.k hard.

Taber gasped, his body going rigid. Fallon didn't stop, as she f.u.c.ked his a.s.s with her finger in rhythm with her head bobbing up and down on his c.o.c.k.

"Sha hum acte galla!"

The sound of his language said in his ragged voice made her p.u.s.s.y gush with her juices. She couldn't fight the urge to squirm, rub her c.l.i.t between her tightly clenched thighs, to get some relief.

"Stop." His deep voice was firm. "You are not to bring pleasure to yourself. Not yet."

Oh G.o.d.

Fallon relaxed her thighs and went back to concentrating on his c.o.c.k. She released the head from her mouth and proceeded to lick the shaft, spending extra time on his b.a.l.l.s. She sucked them into her mouth, teasing the sac with her tongue until he pulled her head away.

When he looked at her, there was a wildness in his eyes she hadn't seen before. He cupped her cheeks in his large hands, rubbing a thumb gently over her skin.