The Bond That Consumes Us Part 19

"Have you ever had a man here before?" In, out. In, out. "Put his c.o.c.k here? f.u.c.k your a.s.s?"

The harshness of his words made her shiver with antic.i.p.ation. She knew she couldn't lie to him. He'd see it before she'd spoken the words. So she looked down at him, into his deep blue eyes and nodded.

"Yes, a man's f.u.c.ked my a.s.s before."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

He groaned. "I'm going to f.u.c.k your a.s.s. You're going to forget every other man before me."

She nodded again, her voice suddenly useless. The ragged rise and fall of his chest beneath her body told her all she needed to know-he was barely on the edge of his control.

"There is something I need to finish first," he said, and for the first time since she'd met him, he grinned a wide, devilish smile.

Fallon was about to say something when he clamped his mouth on her c.l.i.t and sucked it back into his mouth. She cried out, squeezing the headboard but keeping her gaze locked on him. He flicked his tongue over her c.l.i.t so fast, she thought she wouldn't be able to keep up, might lose the o.r.g.a.s.m before she reached the end. But she didn't.

Taber pushed his finger deep into her body as the first pulse of her release hit her.

She couldn't move at first, her entire body freezing from the force of the pleasure. Her legs shook, her body broke out in a sweat until her screams of pleasure were ripped from her throat.

Then she couldn't stop.

Her voice was raw by the time Taber sat up, lifting her body as he went. He gently pushed her back against the bed. Even after she was completely spent, he continued to 91 lick and kiss her p.u.s.s.y, his finger working her tight a.s.s. When he lifted his head to look at her, Fallon was shocked at the raw animal l.u.s.t she saw burning in his eyes.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k your a.s.s."

She moaned at his possessive tone and spread her legs wide.

"No. I want you on your knees."

Yes, that would be better. She somehow made her body move, positioning her body so he could climb up behind her. He didn't seem to move at first, instead rubbing a hand down along her back and over the swell of her a.s.s cheeks.

"So very beautiful," he murmured.

"I want you so bad," she said, shaking her a.s.s slightly.

He spanked her cheek, making her yelp. The burning tingle worked its way deep inside her, firing her p.u.s.s.y.

"That will be a game for another day," he said chuckling.

Taber rose to his knees behind her and positioned his thick c.o.c.k at the opening of her a.s.s. He was wet from his spit and her cream, so when he pushed the head of his c.o.c.k forward, it slid easily.

d.a.m.n, he was big. For a second, she didn't think she'd be able to take him all. She'd only had a man f.u.c.k her a.s.s a few times, and none of them was as impressive as Taber.

He didn't rush things by pushing too fast or too hard. For every inch he pressed into her, he gave her a chance to adjust to his size. Then he'd continue on. When he was finally in her fully, he stopped moving, his hands locked tight around her hips.

"Sha tama re do kima. "

"I hope that means you like it."

"You are so tight."

He pulled his hips back until he was nearly all the way out, then he pushed back in.

There was no resistance from her body, allowing him to easily fill her. He was so large, Fallon felt her body tingle deep inside as it adjusted to his c.o.c.k. The warm pressure began to fire her p.u.s.s.y again, making her wet and h.o.r.n.y.

Taber released her hips, leaning forward so his chest pressed against her back. He snaked an arm around to her front, his fingers searching out her c.l.i.t once more.

"Come again," he whispered against her ear. "I want to feel you, smell you come again."

The words, his tone, stirred her. He was demanding and caring simultaneously. A master and lover-hers. He kissed her neck, licking her skin. He buried his face against her shoulder, his ragged breath heating and cooling her.

Fallon's body began to quiver as he synchronized the thrusts of his c.o.c.k with the teasing of his fingers on her c.l.i.t. He was nearly frantic in his motion, the smoothness of his thrusts becoming jerky as he got close to his o.r.g.a.s.m. She knew he wouldn't come 92 before her. So instead of fighting it, she let him work her body into a frenzy. It didn't take long.

"Taber!"

"Yes, that's it. Come all over my hand. By the G.o.ddess, you're perfect. Now, Fallon."

He squeezed her hard against him as her second o.r.g.a.s.m overcame her. Her body clenched and her a.s.s constricted around his c.o.c.k. He roared, pounding mercilessly into her. His arms locked around her, Fallon absorbed his every motion. She could feel him come into her a.s.s until he finally stopped.

When they collapsed together on the bed, their bodies were tangled together.

Taber's weight pressed her into the mattress until he shifted to the side without leaving her completely. He continued to kiss her neck long after the glow of their o.r.g.a.s.ms had gone.

"You're ruining me for other men." She kissed his forehead. "What am I going to do when you leave?"

Taber stilled his body, slowly lifting his head to look into her eyes.

"Why don't you come with me?"

93.

Chapter Nine.

"What?"

Taber could tell by the confusion in her voice that she was almost as surprised as he was. He wasn't sure where the words had come from, but he wasn't about to take them back.

"When the case is done, you could come back to Eurus with me. We do have several nice bars that would love to have you."

Her body stiffened in his arms, telling him all he needed to know. She didn't want him-not as a mate. He pushed the crush of his emotions down hard and fast, making sure no sign of them would be reflected on his face. It mattered more than he wanted to admit, but the last thing he wanted to do was to let Fallon know he was hurt.

"It was only a thought. Not one that requires an answer," he said softly, and shifted onto his back.

His body was drained of energy. Despite his earlier protests, he really did need to sleep. Sean was only a call away and would be willing to keep watch over Fallon until he had a chance to rest.

Sitting up, Taber reached for his pants and began to put them on.

"Where the h.e.l.l do you think you're going?"

The indignant tone in Fallon's voice made him freeze and look at her over his shoulder.

"I was getting dressed."

"No, you are going to sleep." Fallon s.n.a.t.c.hed his pants out of his hands, scooted out of bed and held them behind her back. "I don't plan on giving these back until you rest."

The sigh that escaped him was unexpected but helped relieve the turmoil building inside. "Fallon, I intend to sleep. In my quarters."

"I don't think so. You'll get back there and start working on some report or something. The only way I can be sure that you're getting your rest is to see you sleeping with my own eyes."

Taber swung his feet to the floor, stood and made his way toward her, but she was too quick. Fallon bolted out of the room with a giggle, taking his pants with her.

"Fallon!"

"Don't make me do something drastic."

"Give those back."

94.

For the first time in his life, Taber ran for fun. Fallon's laughter became infectious as she dodged him, leaping over a couch and tipping over a chair. By the time he managed to trap her in the cooking quarters, he was laughing as hard as she was.

"I warned you," she said, gasping for air. Fallon opened the garbage chute and held his pants over the open trap. "One more step and they're compost."

Taber's heart was pounding both from the excitement of the chase and the sheer beauty of seeing her like this. Holding up his hands, he took a step back, not willing to test to see how serious she was.

"I surrender. I will crawl into your bed and will sleep."

"Good," she said with a grin. "I plan on keeping your pants hostage until I'm satisfied you're fit to return to duty. Now shoo."

To punctuate her point, Fallon dipped his pants lower into the chute. Shaking his head, he walked back to her room.

"You have a nice a.s.s," she called from the kitchen.

"So do you. Maybe when I wake up, I'll f.u.c.k it again." When he didn't hear a response, he chuckled. "I'll take that as permission."

"We'll see."

Fallon didn't enter the bedroom, which was for the best. Despite how tired he was, seeing her naked body again wouldn't encourage him to sleep. Instead, he crawled under the covers, curling his legs up so he'd fit into her small bed. Closing his eyes, he breathed in Fallon's scent that clung to her pillows. It calmed him yet fired his soul. For the first time since Calantha, he wanted a woman. In a short time, Fallon had become more important to him than anyone else, save Kamran. And while he'd lay down his life for his friend, if Fallon asked him to walk away from that duty, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

With his mind turning over endless possibilities in his head, Taber drifted to sleep.

Dreams that he'd been able to ignore for years resurfaced. The fact he knew he was dreaming but unable to wake made the entire experience unnerving. He was walking at his home on Briel, the soft gra.s.s under his feet. His home was by the sea, where he could watch the purple waves crash against the white sand. It had cost him a lot of money and many favors to obtain the property, but he knew it was what Calantha had wanted. He'd done everything in his power to make her happy, but it was never enough.

He walked through the house, looking for something. He caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, frowning. What was I was looking for? Poking his head into each room, he spent little time in any one place.

Finally, he walked outside into the back yard, away from the sounds and smells of the sea. There maylins were squawking in trees as he approached the clearing where Calantha liked to meditate. Even as he approached, he could feel her clamping down 95 harder on the barrier she'd erected in her mind to keep him out. When he finally walked through, he saw her, sitting alone in the middle of the clearing.

Taber walked beside her, but did not sit. She wouldn't permit it.

"What are you doing today, my mate?"

Even knowing this was a dream didn't stop the unease, the rising panic from building in his chest when she didn't answer. Calantha simply looked up at him, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Taber squatted before her, careful not to touch her.

"What is wrong?" he whispered, wanting to brush her tear away from her perfect face.

Her black hair was loose around her shoulders, falling like a black sheet over her blue tunic. Taber saw the turmoil in her silver eyes, but there was something else, something more. Knowing she wouldn't like it, he pushed hard against her barrier, hoping she'd let him in for once.

"You know I can't stand to be in your mind or have you in mine," she said in her typical clear and cool voice. "Do not try to push because you perceive weakness."

"I simply want to help you. You are in obvious pain."

Taber captured her hand in his, but his dream version of Calantha reacted the same way as the real one had. She simply stared at him, holding her hand limp until he let it drop to her lap. Only once he'd released her did she straighten her back and look him in the eyes.

"I am glad you are here, Taber. It will give me the opportunity to say what I need to."

She never called him anything but his name.

"Yes, my mate."

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an empty, small black vial. It appeared to have held some sort of liquid, the remnants of which still clung to the inside of the bottle.

His hands began to shake as he looked from the bottle to her, his mind already knowing the answer, praying for a different outcome.

"What was in this?"

"Hiva."