The Bond That Consumes Us Part 8

Reaching out, she grabbed his hand and gave him a tug.

"You can't come to the Damara and not eat. We have some of the best chefs in the universe."

Before she knew what he was doing, Taber reversed the tug and pulled her by her hand inside his room. In a blink she found herself pressed against the wall. The door shut, giving them total seclusion with no chance of Tony or anyone else interrupting them.

Taber's hips were pressed against hers, he held her wrists, pressing them against the wall.

"Why are you here, Fallon?"

"G.o.d I love it when you say my name."

"Why...are you here?"

She tried to pull her hands free so she could touch him, but he stopped her. Giving up, she tipped her head back so she could read the emotions on his face. Unlike back in med bay, she could see his struggle over his control. The fact that he didn't or couldn't control himself when they were alone was a turn-on.

"Let me touch you," she whispered.

"No."

"I can feel that you want me." She rocked her hips forward. "I want you too."

"Fallon, no."

"Please."

Not willing to back down, she pressed a kiss against his chest. She could feel his pounding heart through his ma.s.sive ribcage. His tunic wasn't fastened tight and she 43 was able to nuzzle her way beneath the fabric to his skin. When she pressed her lips against the spot she'd uncovered, Taber moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

"Di machachta you're going to kill me."

"Let me, Taber. Let me kill you with pleasure."

"By the G.o.ddess."

"Please. "

His hands flew to her face and he tipped her head back. His mouth was hot, his lips demanding as he devoured her in an unrestrained kiss. Her p.u.s.s.y grew damp, her c.l.i.t swollen as he ground his c.o.c.k against her. Fallon lifted her leg, rubbing her foot along the outside of his calf. When he pressed forward, his thigh landed between her legs, allowing her to fall forward on him. Head spinning she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, tasting his exotic spice.

Then, he pulled back, panting in deep gasping breaths. His eyes scanned her face repeatedly, as if he was checking for any damage he may have caused.

"More," she begged, sliding her hands around his neck and into his hair.

He was much taller than her, which caused her body to stretch long, pressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest. Taber closed his eyes and he sucked in a harsh breath.

"If you knew what you were asking-"

"What makes you think I don't?"

Taber leaned forward so the tip of his nose touched the end of hers, and opened his eyes.

"Because if you could read my mind, you'd run from this room and wouldn't look back."

She did look, not into his mind but into his eyes. The turmoil was clear, eating him alive, preventing him from moving on from whatever event had cut him so deep.

"Is that what happened? A woman ran from you when she found out what you wanted?"

"Not just a woman. My mate."

The way he said the word was so different from before. There was pain, not reverence, like she'd taken a critical part of his soul with her when she'd run. Fallon tried to pull back, but she was trapped against him.

"You're married?"

"No. She died long ago."

G.o.d, how could she be so stupid? Taber would never cheat on his wife. She didn't even know if Briel could cheat, with their d.a.m.n biology running the show.

"Change your mind?" his voice was a low whisper. "Ready to head back to your bar and forget me?"

She could tell that's what he expected her to do. But she wouldn't, couldn't do that to him. Sliding her hands from his hair over his shoulders down to his chest, she began 44 to tug the tunic from his body. He pulled back enough to let her drag it off over his head.

With his upper body completely naked now, Fallon could finally explore him the way she wanted.

"How could any woman turn her back on you?"

Dipping her tongue out, she licked the skin between his pecs, smiling when his muscles twitched beneath the contact. Her hands found his sides and she dragged her nails over the rows of muscles that consisted of his mid section.

"You are perfect," she said and moaned when she ran her tongue over one of his flat nipples. "You taste and smell and feel perfect."

A growl rumbled deep inside his chest, a sound she realized was his prelude to action. Taber grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up over his shoulder. She squealed and smacked at his back giggling until he dropped her on the giant bed in the middle of the room.

He stood above her, his chest rising and falling with his breath, faster than normal.

She could see the impressive bulge in his pants and began to blush when she saw the small smile on his lips.

"Are you sure you haven't changed your mind?"

"I couldn't sleep last night because I kept trying to picture what you'd look like naked."

He didn't move and instead reached up and ran a hand through his hair.

"This is...different for me. With a Briel mate our minds are linked. I knew what she wanted the moment she thought it. Maybe earlier. But with you..."

Fallon realized how unnerving it must be for him to explore this with someone not from his race. G.o.d, she could barely believe she was doing this herself. But at least this was close enough to the s.e.x she was used to she could take the lead.

Rising to her knees on the bed, she made her way over to the edge so she could kiss his stomach. She ran her tongue around his belly b.u.t.ton, surprised at how close to human anatomy the Briel were. She sc.r.a.ped her teeth over his skin before looking up at him.

"It's easy. You tell me what you want, what feels good. I'll do the same." She kissed him again. "So tell me, Taber. What do you want me to do?"

She could see the tangle of emotions cross his face, feel his hands clench and release, his thighs twitch. It didn't take a genius to know Taber wasn't a man who shared his inner thoughts with anyone. For him to actually speak the words, tell her his desires, was a true gift.

If only he trusted her.

"I want your hair to be free."

Oh yes.

45.

Fallon kept her eyes locked on to his as she reached back and released the tie that held her braid in place. She didn't rush, using her fingers to slowly part the twisted locks until they fell free over her shoulders and down her back. She very rarely left her hair like this and suddenly felt very feminine, s.e.xy.

Taber's breath left him in a low hiss as she saw his c.o.c.k bulge in his pants. Her heart began to race, excited by the slow intensity of their seduction.

"Tell me," she whispered.

He swallowed hard. "Your shirt. Take it off."

Leaning back enough to give her the room she needed, Fallon pushed the shirt off one then the other shoulder, pulling her arm out of the sleeves as she did. Holding it to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she held it in place, waiting for his command.

"Drop it."

The light material slipped to her waist, revealing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Taber's groan of appreciation sent a shiver of l.u.s.t darting through her p.u.s.s.y.

"You are so beautiful."

"I want to touch you," she said and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "Please?"

"Where?"

"Your c.o.c.k. I want to suck it."

"By the G.o.ddess, Fallon."

She didn't wait any longer. Reaching for his pants she undid the opening, yanked them wide and pushed them down his hips. His c.o.c.k, now free from its confines, jutted its long, thick shaft in her face. Fallon gasped at the sheer size, her heart beating in panic and antic.i.p.ation.

"f.u.c.k, you're so big."

Not wanting him to think she was intimidated, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his purple tip. His hand cupped the back of her head, holding her still before relaxing enough to let her continue. This time, she sucked the head into her mouth where she flicked her tongue over it, swirling around it. She could taste his salty pre-c.u.m as beads dripped from his shaft into her mouth. Taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, she reached up and cupped his b.a.l.l.s in her hand. They were heavy, filling the palm of her hand completely.

Fallon pulled back and ran her tongue down the length of his c.o.c.k until she reached his b.a.l.l.s. She sucked one, then the other, surprised by the lack of hair on his body.

Taber finally had enough, and pushed her back against the bed. The soft sheets were cool on her hot skin, sending a chill through her, and causing her nipples to tighten even harder than before.

The weight of his body caused the mattress to dip as he stretched out beside her.

Fallon tried not to move as Taber reached out and spread strands of her hair over the bed, his fingers gentle as he caressed her cheek and neck.

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"I've never seen this color before. There is nothing like it on my world."

"It's auburn. And yes, it's my real color."

Taber c.o.c.ked a questioning eyebrow at her as he picked up a lock and ran it over his lips. "Soft."

Fallon ran her fingers over his shoulders and partway down his back. Everything about him was ma.s.sive. But he was in complete control of it, well schooled discipline driving him.

"I've never seen a man as big as you before." She let her finger dip lower, traced the line between the muscles of his biceps. She paused when his breathing quickened.

"What do you want?"

"This."

He bent forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth so firmly, Fallon cried out, arching her back off the bed. His tongue lashed the sensitive tip repeatedly, each caress sending a jolt through her c.u.n.t, making her wet with her own cream. Taber switched to the other breast and her sensual torture started all over again.

"Oh f.u.c.k...make me come. Oh please."

Lifting his head, he squeezed her nipple with his fingers. "No. Not yet."

She thrashed her head from side to side, moaning and pouting. "Please."

"This," he tugged at her skirt. "This is in my way."

Fallon raised her hips high enough he was able to pull the skirt free with a single tug. Her naked skin was hot, but the cool air of the room brought a shiver and goose b.u.mps on her skin. Her black panties were soaked with her juices, the scent filling the air now that the barrier of the skirt was gone.

Taber rolled over her and wrapped his large hands around her knees. With a gentle push, he lifted her knees up and open, spreading her p.u.s.s.y wide for him to see.

"By the G.o.ddess," he muttered.

Dipping his head, he breathed in deep her aroused scent. Fallon watched his reactions, the unchecked pleasure and concentration as he took in the details of her body. He slid his hands along her thighs and hooked his fingers into the band of the panties. Without asking, he gave a single tug and ripped the thin fabric, before sliding it free with the utmost care.

Fallon held her breath and waited. Taber sat there, staring at her until she couldn't take any more.

"Talk to me," she coaxed softly.

"I want to..."

"Yes?"