"At least this way I know you're not getting into trouble."

She lightly shook her head. "What about Sean? Shouldn't you tell him not to come?"

"Forgive me. A small untruth so you wouldn't worry about me."

"He was never coming?"

Her flash of indignation quickly burned out. Fallon tried to turn to face him, but his arm held her tight. Instead, she turned her head as much as she was able to try and face him. "Why?"

His body stiffened. It was such a tiny motion anyone else would have missed it. But she was becoming tuned in to his actions, knew when something was bothering him almost as soon as he knew. And the idea of another man, even a friend, being close to her bothered him.

"Are you scared I will change my mind? Shift my affections toward another man?"

"For a woman who professed to want me to go to sleep, you are doing your best at keeping me awake."

"Sorry."

But Fallon couldn't turn her mind off. Thoughts and implications whizzed through, the meaning of each cloudy to her. She kept her body still and tried to ignore the behemoth lying beside her.

87.

"Stop." His words were a low murmur by her ear.

"Stop what?"

"I won't be able to sleep with your mind...buzzing like that."

"You can hear my thoughts?"

Momentary panic struck her but faded quickly when he chuckled.

"Only bond mates have that ability. I simply meant your body is rigid, and I know that mind of yours is working on some sort of problem."

"I was actually thinking about you."

In a fast, but smooth motion, Taber had her on her back and was leaning over her.

He moved his leg so his knees pinned her, and he rested an arm on either side of her head.

"And am I a problem for you to work out?"

His voice was that seductive rumble again. The one she couldn't resist. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched as it grew damp. Still, she tried not to move, not to show him the effect he had on her. She looked at his face, wanting to reach out and caress the hard line of his jaw.

His black hair was rumpled, but she liked it that way. Messy, chaotic.

"I asked you a question, Fallon."

That voice, that tone. She looked away, biting her bottom lip. She'd never thought about s.e.x in this way. But when she was with him, the idea of his dominating her, unleashing and controlling the chaos inside her was thrilling.

"Am I a problem?"

This time he leaned in, bringing his lips to hers but hovering just out of reach. Holy s.h.i.t, she wanted to kiss him-to be kissed by him.

"You're nothing I can't handle," she finally whispered.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, sounding very much like distant thunder before a storm. His blue eyes sparkled, all trace of exhaustion gone, pushed away in favor of his building desire.

"You need your rest," she protested weakly. She knew she'd do whatever he told her to.

"I'll rest later. Right now..."

His kiss wasn't gentle-he tried to claim her with his mouth, mark her as his. Taber sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue teasing her with short licks. Pulling free with a smack, he bent his head to her ear and sucked her lobe into his mouth as well.

"You are mine."

His words sent a shiver through her. Never had anyone wanted her, not like this.

Not Nate, Lukas, no one. Fallon sc.r.a.ped her nails over his arms and shoulders until she found his silky black hair. Taber nipped at her ear, this time pushing her head to the side, exposing more of her neck.

88.

"Do you understand, Fallon? Mine. I won't allow any man to hurt you, touch you s.e.xually."

Oh G.o.d.

"Say you understand."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Taber."

He groaned. "By the G.o.ddess, say my name again."

"Taber."

His lower body was still clothed, but that did little to hide his erection. Fallon felt his hard c.o.c.k against her hip, thrusting against her in a steady rhythm. When she tried to reach for it, he grabbed her hand, holding her still.

"No. This time I want something different."

"Anything." Just as long as she could make love to him, she'd do anything.

"Get up."

The idea of leaving him, leaving the bed, sent a momentary bolt of panic through her. But she trusted him. Her feet hitting the floor, she stood, turning to face him. He didn't move or say anything for the longest time. Unlike any other man she'd been with, she didn't question or tease him. Instead she waited, knew that when he was ready, they would explode together in pleasure.

"Strip."

That single word, his firm command, almost made her come on the spot. She wanted him so badly, Fallon nearly tore the flimsy cotton material from her body.

Thankfully, she slept with very little clothing on. Then she watched as he stretched out on his back, taking up most of the bed. For a second, she didn't know what he wanted her to do.

"I want you to straddle my face. I want to taste your c.u.n.t."

A trickle of her cream rolled down her leg as her lungs constricted. Despite all the s.e.x she'd had, very few men actually went down on her. And while Taber had before, this somehow seemed different.

Different and very exciting.

Fallon had to use the headboard for balance as she knelt on the side of the bed, before swinging her leg over the side of his face. She was more exposed than ever before in this position-naked, straddling his face, giving him a complete view of her body.

Taber sucked in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he did. She couldn't help but stare at him, watching the subtle expressions dance across his face. But when his eyes met hers, she knew that privilege was about to be taken away.

"Look up. Close your eyes. I want you to feel."

89.

She wanted to protest but didn't. Fallon closed her eyes first before lifting her head up. Not being able to see what he was doing somehow made the experience more thrilling.

It also caught her off guard when his tongue darted out to lick the side of her inner thigh where her cream had dripped.

"Is this for me? Di machachta, you're so wet."

Fallon cried out when his tongue touched the opening to her p.u.s.s.y. The slick pa.s.sage clenched, despite being empty.

"So very good. And mine."

That word again. It got under her skin, into her blood. But she couldn't think about what it meant, for her, for them. Not when Taber was licking her, eating her very essence and going back for more.

He reached up and cupped her hips, holding her steady. She couldn't move now, couldn't see. It was making her frantic.

"Please, Taber."

He licked around her c.l.i.t but didn't come close to where she wanted him to be.

"Please what?"

Of course he would make her say it, be blunt with her needs. Fallon sucked in a breath, tipping her head back. "Please lick me."

"I believe that is what I'm doing."

"No."

"No?"

"My c.l.i.t. Suck it into your mouth."

He chuckled. "I am in control, little one. And I will do what I want, when I want."

As if to confirm what he'd said, he licked her from her wet opening and around her c.l.i.t without touching it. A sob escaped her, one she didn't bother to hide. "Please."

The sound of her sob must have made an impact. Without warning, he sucked her c.l.i.t fully into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the swollen tip.

"Oh f.u.c.k!"

She squeezed the headboard, her head falling forward against her chest. Refusing to open her eyes, she focused solely on the sensations he was stirring in her. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were tingling, her nipples almost painful, they were so hard. Still she didn't touch them.

As if to prove he really was as much in tune with her as she was with him, Taber slid his hand from her hip and over to her breast. He cupped it and squeezed before concentrating on the nipple. Fallon couldn't stop her hips from bucking when he did, grinding her c.u.n.t against his face.

Taber moaned, moving his mouth back and forth in perfect time as he tugged her nipple. Fallon was gasping within a minute, knowing she wouldn't be able to take much more.

90.

"Oh G.o.d...Taber...I'm going to come."

He pulled his mouth back, releasing her c.l.i.t with a pop. Fallon cried out, trying to grind her p.u.s.s.y against his face, but he held her hips still.

"Not yet," he said, placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

Fallon's body shook from her lack of o.r.g.a.s.m, a pout fixed on her face. She was about to beg again when he finally moved his hand. Taber wet his index finger with her cream, careful not to brush her c.l.i.t, and moved it to her a.s.s. He poked the tight entrance repeatedly until the tip of his finger pushed through the tight ringed barrier. Fallon sucked in breath, her eyes going wide.

"Do your people," he asked as he continued to push his finger in and out, slowing spreading her a.s.s. "Like to try new things?"

Fallon nodded her head as she began to rock her hips in time with the slow thrusts of his hand.