"It pleases me to see you with a woman who is worthy of you. Once you have...claimed her, you will need to present her to the council."

Taber nodded and flexed his hands against Fallon's leg and shoulder. The councilwoman smiled and nodded slightly, giving him permission to leave. He didn't hesitate, and carried Fallon away, praying no one would interrupt him further.

"Who were they?" Fallon whispered in his ear.

His c.o.c.k twitched when she kissed his earlobe, circling the ridge with her tongue.

"Members of the elder council. Our leaders."

"I thought Kamran was your leader."

"He reports to the council. Females lead our people in all matters of importance."

"I think I like how your race runs things."

"You'll like how we do things better once you learn more of my culture."

"Like what?"

"Like how hard I'm going to f.u.c.k you once I get you to my quarters."

Fallon moaned and buried her face against his shoulder. Her lips brushed against his neck, her tongue tasting his skin. By the G.o.ddess, he was going to burst.

He turned to go down the corridor and ran into Sean. The human looked at them and smiled.

"I take it things aren't a secret any longer."

Taber leveled a glare at the human. "No."

"I suppose you want me out of your way?"

"Yes."

"Don't let this brute make you do anything you don't want to, Fallon."

She giggled. "I doubt he could."

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Taber was about to walk past Sean when Fallon reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "Thank you for everything, Sean. I hope you find someone for yourself."

Sean looked surprised but quickly masked the emotion. "Have fun, you two."

Without further delay, Taber carried Fallon to his quarters. The room was dark when he entered, the air cool, the way he like it. He wasn't sure why he hadn't brought her here before now, but he was glad he finally had. With the utmost care, he set her on the floor and took a step back.

"Welcome to my home. What little I have is yours," he said and bowed to her, arms outstretched.

Fallon's lips pressed against his bent head and he looked up at her. She smiled, caressing his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered.

For some strange reason, Taber grew nervous as Fallon began to walk around, running her fingertips across the top of each of his belongings. He really had very little in the way of personal effects, but each one meant something special. First, she picked up a long wooden walking stick he'd brought with him from home.

"That was a present from my father the day I reached maturity. I take it with me when I can."

"It's beautiful." She ran her hand down along the shaft and Taber had to fight back image of what her hands would soon be doing to his c.o.c.k.

Fallon set the stick back in its spot and resumed her exploration. With every item she paused at, he gave her the history on it, why it was important to him.

"That was my mother's favorite handkerchief. Father sent it to me upon her death several years ago."

She looked at his with wide eyes, nodding knowingly. "I'm very sorry. My dad died when I was very little. My uncle practically raised me in his bar.

"He must be very proud of you."

"He just likes to brag that his niece works in outer s.p.a.ce. It gives him some great stories to tell his patrons. That and the fact I mix a lot of his house specialty drinks on the Damara."

When she picked up the long, blue-gray settan ribbon and rubbed the soft material over her lips, Taber shivered.

"I bought that on Damara."

She looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face. He walked beside her, pressing his chest against her side, lowering his face close to her temple.

"It reminded me of the color of your eyes," he whispered. When she gasped and tried to move away, he caught her by the hand. Sliding the ribbon from her fingers, he took it and tied it around her wrist. "It's not as nice as your gift to me, but I want you to have it."

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Fallon ran her fingers over the ribbon and smiled. "I'll always wear it."

She then reached over and touched the stone that now hung around his neck. The metal chain was warm, as was the stone, feeling more a part of him than ever before.

With her still touching him, Taber reached up and pulled the tie that held Fallon's hair back in a ponytail. "I thought I said to wear your hair down when we were alone."

She sucked in a little breath but kept her eyes locked on his. She didn't move when he ran his fingers through the long strands of her hair, the softness in contrast with the rough calluses on his palms.

"Your hair is the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. Like a sunset back on Briel during the summer."

"I hated it when I was a kid. No one else had that color and I'd get teased sometimes. I even tried to dye it. But had I known back then that it was one of the things you'd like the most, I would never have gotten upset."

He couldn't help but think of her back then, a tiny little girl, surely with a stubborn independent streak, who wished for different genetics. Taber watched as Fallon parted her lips, about to say something. The temptation to kiss her was more than he could resist. Bending down, he kissed her firmly, pushing forward until her lips parted in surrender.

When her tongue entered his mouth, Taber's body shot into hyperdrive, humming with the pleasure her touch gave him. His c.o.c.k grew rock hard, painfully so, until he was forced to do something about it. Stepping against her, he slid his hand down her back until it came to rest on her a.s.s. He pressed her hard against him and let out a soft growl, needing her to know how much she affected him. Fallon gasped but clung to him even harder.

When she broke their kiss, her breath was coming out in gasps as she looked up at him, desire coloring her eyes.

"Please, can I go down on you?" she whispered. "I want to taste you."

Taber forgot to breathe, simply nodding his approval and waiting as Fallon dropped to her knees in front of him. Her long fingers worked quickly on the opening of his pants, freeing his shaft in no time. He couldn't tear his eyes away as she opened her mouth and greedily sucked the tip of his c.o.c.k.

A warm tingle started at the base of his spine and slowly made its way through his body. Fallon slowly swirled her tongue around the tip of his c.o.c.k before running her tongue down the length of him till she reached his b.a.l.l.s. When she sucked one into her mouth, he couldn't stop the groan that escaped from him.

"By the G.o.ddess, you're amazing," he said and groaned as he buried his fingers into her hair.

Fallon purred, the vibrations tickling his b.a.l.l.s, almost pushing him to the edge of his control. If she didn't stop soon, he wouldn't be able to stop his release. And he had no intention of coming until his c.o.c.k was buried deep inside her.

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"Enough. On the bed."

Fallon didn't hesitate, placing one final kiss on his tip before standing up and walking over to his bed. She stood at the base of his bed and smiled as she stared at it.

"d.a.m.n, I've never seen a bed this big before."

"I plan on showing every inch of it to you tonight. Perhaps longer."

"Let's hope Kamran doesn't need you to solve any more crimes tonight. I'd hate to have to share you."

The idea of sharing Fallon with anyone sent a surge of possessive jealousy through him. "No man will ever touch you again."

Fallon's eyebrows rose as she reached up and touched the side of her neck. "How could any man compare to you?"

Taber let his gaze drift down the length of her body until he couldn't stand it any longer. He gripped the edge of his tunic and whipped it off over his head and sent it sailing through the air. His pants only took a second longer to get rid of, so he was standing gloriously naked in front of her.

"I believe you are overdressed."

He didn't give her a chance to move, instead wanting to slowly strip her of her clothing. She was his and no other's. Having the privilege of seeing her naked would forever be a pleasure he would cherish every day from this point on.

Reaching up, he caressed her cheek before he slipped his hands under the edge of her shirt. It was easy to slip it off her, especially since she raised her hands above her head. When he tossed it aside, her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced free, brushing her erect nipples against his naked chest. He heard her suck in a breath and shiver as he wrapped his arms around her.

"You promised to f.u.c.k me hard," she cooed in his ear.

"One I intend to keep."

He pushed her back against the bed, jarring a surprised giggle from her. When she tried to scoot back away from him, he was able to catch her by the legs, preventing her from moving.

"I believe you are still overdressed." He tugged at her pants. "These must go."

Fallon didn't hesitate, and unfastened the front and deftly slipped the formfitting pants over her hips, allowing him to tug them off. Looking down at the soft curves of her body, Taber knew he'd been truly blessed when Fallon had walked into his life.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at me, or will I be forced to take control?"

The wrist tied with the ribbon he'd bought was beside her face. When she looked up at him with that mischievous smile, he knew exactly what she wanted.

"Move," he said and waited only a moment before crawling onto his bed beside her.

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He rolled onto his back, dragging Fallon with him. Her legs fell naturally into a straddle as his c.o.c.k pressed against her p.u.s.s.y. He could feel how wet she was, how much she was affected by their pa.s.sion-as much as he was.

"I want you on top of me," he said, running his tongue along the side of her neck. "I want to suck your b.r.e.a.s.t.s as you ride me."

Fallon moaned, only hesitating for a moment before pushing her body down and impaling herself on his c.o.c.k. Taber held her hips still for only a moment before allowing her to slowly rise and fall on top of him. The scent of her desire surrounded him, filling his lungs with each breath. Her wetness soon covered his groin, mingling with his sweat as she increased the tempo.

When he was fairly sure she was distracted with her own pleasure, he bent his head down and captured one of her plump nipples in his mouth. When he sucked the sensitive nub, flicking his tongue repeatedly over it, her p.u.s.s.y clenched around his shaft, squeezing him hard.

"f.u.c.k," she moaned, grinding her c.l.i.t against him.

The motion of her hips was enough to push him over the edge into his o.r.g.a.s.m.

Somehow he managed to hold back, determined to give as much pleasure as he was receiving. The next time she lifted her hips, he lifted her body up and off his c.o.c.k, rolling her onto her back.

He didn't give her any time to complain about the change of position and moved his face between her legs. With her swollen c.l.i.t glistening from her cream in front of him, he was unable to resist the temptation. Leaning forward, he licked the length of her p.u.s.s.y. Fallon gasped, her hands flying to his head and squeezing hard.

"Oh my G.o.d. Please don't stop."

That was the last thing he intended on doing. Instead, he latched on to her c.l.i.t with his mouth and sucked her hard as he slipped a finger deep inside her p.u.s.s.y. Her cream immediately began to flow down his forearm, covering him with her scent. He began to dive first one, then two fingers deep inside her, coaxing her o.r.g.a.s.m closer.

With each flick of his tongue against her p.u.s.s.y, her hips bucked forward and her muscles began to vibrate. Fallon's moans filled the room and it was enough to make him come merely from listening. He had to stop his body when he began to thrust his c.o.c.k into the mattress in an attempt to relieve the intensity of his arousal. The last thing he wanted was to come without being inside her.

Spreading her thighs as wide as they would go, he pulled his fingers from her body and licked the cream that had trickled down to her a.s.s. The puckered opening flexed against his tongue as he teased it. Fallon's moan told him all he needed to know-she liked it.

"Do you want me to f.u.c.k your a.s.s?" he asked, licking the opening again.

She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh yes. Oh please."

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His c.o.c.k nearly burst at the thought. In a single motion, he lifted his body up and positioned his c.o.c.k at the entrance of her a.s.s. Spitting into his hand, he rubbed the saliva over his shaft before pressing his tip forward. It easily pushed past the ring of muscles, allowing him to fill her. He was forced to hold himself still for fear of coming too soon. But Fallon wouldn't allow him much reprieve. She began to buck against him, changing his role from master to servant.

"f.u.c.k, you're so big." Her eyes were squeezed shut tight as she bucked her hips.

"You promised to f.u.c.k me hard."

"Fa hema cha di mara. You're going to kill me."

She opened her eyes wide and stared at him. "Never. I love you too much."

I love you too.

The words flooded his mind as he began to pound into her the way he knew she wanted him to. With each thrust forward, the stone thudded against his chest, reminding him that he now belonged to someone-to his Fallon. Leaning forward, he covered her body with his, burying his face against her neck.

Fallon's moans soon filled the room and mixed with his own. Her a.s.s was tight, too much so, threatening to wrench his release sooner than he wanted. On a whim, he withdrew from her and slammed hard into her p.u.s.s.y. Fallon sucked in a sharp breath before screaming his name. Her c.u.n.t squeezed around his c.o.c.k in a rippling wave, pushing him over the edge.

"f.u.c.k!" Taber pounded into her without hesitation, his o.r.g.a.s.m ripping through his body.

He must have blacked out, for the next thing he realized was Fallon was kissing his face, which felt wet. Opening his eyes, he looked into hers and saw the concern.

"Are you okay?" she whispered touching his face.