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Chapter Three.

Taber didn't know what had come over him. He'd spent the night lying in his bed thinking about Fallon and her charming smile. His c.o.c.k remembered other parts of her-her round a.s.s that had pressed up against his thigh when the man had almost run into her. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were full, larger than most of the other human women he knew. Di machachta he'd had to concentrate so he didn't stare at them and how they pressed against the tight-fitting shirt she'd worn. He'd been forced to push away thoughts of how they'd fill his hands if he were to touch them.

By the G.o.ddess, how was he supposed to concentrate on catching a killer when there were so many distractions? He may be a Briel Protectorate, but he wasn't infallible. It had been years since he'd had the pleasure of a woman in his bed. Hadn't really thought too long on it-not since Calantha had died.

When he closed his eyes, it wasn't his mate's eyes he saw staring back at him, but Fallon's green gaze. That wasn't even the correct color-they were more gray than green. Not that it mattered because the real beauty was what he saw when he looked deep into them.

Fallon had a beautiful soul.

His c.o.c.k twitched when the image of her walking naked into the room, her long auburn hair spilling over her shoulders to partially conceal her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, filled his thoughts. He could practically see her looking up at him with those eyes, a faint blush covering her cheeks. Taber's hand itched, and the overwhelming desire to reach down and stroke his shaft was almost enough to beat past his Protectorate discipline. He fought it, just like he fought every other impulse he'd had over the last twenty cycles to grant himself a small measure of peace.

No matter how much he may be infatuated with the human bartender, it wasn't worth dishonoring the memory of his mate.

He couldn't be bonded with another woman. Unlike when Kamran and Haylie met, there wasn't a chance of his going mad with l.u.s.t for this woman. He'd had his one chance at happiness, one chance at a family taken away from him. Like others before him, he was forced to live the rest of his life in solace. Something Calantha would have preferred had she still been alive.

Pushing those thoughts away, he closed his eyes and tucked his hands under his head and stretched onto his back on the bed. His body ached from having stood for so long yesterday. His c.o.c.k ached from having stood by Fallon for so long. What made matters worse was the fact she seemed to be attracted to him.

What was it about her that caught his attention?

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Other human women on Eurus had expressed an interest in him, but he'd never reacted like this. His c.o.c.k had lain dormant and he'd had no trouble sleeping. Not like now.

Taber let out the breath he'd been holding in a long hiss. Images of Fallon refused to leave his mind. He could see her crawling naked between his legs on her hands and knees. Her unbound hair caressing the skin of his thighs as she slowly inched her way up to his c.o.c.k. Fallon would smile, her small, pink tongue darting out to lick his sac, teasing the sensitive flesh before she licked a long trail up his shaft.

It was too much. More aroused than he'd been in years, Taber couldn't hold out any longer. He pulled his hand out from behind his head, reached down and cupped his sac. Squeezing, he moved up to the base of his shaft and pulled his c.o.c.k in a smooth jerk.

Fallon's mouth would be hot. She'd take his tip into her mouth and suck hard, her tongue busy teasing the swollen head. Her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s would sway and bounce against his thighs and b.a.l.l.s, her hard nipples sending shivers of need through his body.

Taber increased the tempo of his strokes, wetting his shaft with spit to make his hand slide more smoothly over the skin. He wouldn't let her suck him for long. Not when he could bury his c.o.c.k into her sweet body. Feel her muscles contract around his shaft when he'd pull on her nipples, suck them hard into his mouth.

He knew she would do the things to him Calantha never would. The things that had made her block him from her mind during s.e.x, refusing to talk to him about when they were alone.

The Fallon of his dreams would let him tie her to the bed. Her body restrained, he'd be able to give and take pleasure, teasing both of them and testing his control. Yanking his c.o.c.k hard, he imagined they'd take turns, giving her the pleasure of tying him up as well. He yanked against the restraints, would buck against her as she straddled his hips, teasing him, licking his nipples, biting his skin before finally, slowly impaling her sweet, soft body on his c.o.c.k.

He could hear the noises she would make in his head. Her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut as she pushed her body down as far as she could go. Taber would thrust up, trying to force her to move, to ride him hard, but she wouldn't. She'd be the one in control, the one with the power over him. He would lie there-he'd beg.

The words would pour from him, desperate, until she'd flash him that bright smile of hers and begin to ride his c.o.c.k.

Her body would be heaven. Soft, wanting as she rode him, Fallon crying out as her o.r.g.a.s.m crept closer. He'd want to be in her mind, like when he was bonded to his mate, but knew he couldn't. Fallon wouldn't care. She'd tease him, suck his nipples, slam her body against his c.o.c.k over and over until they were both falling toward oblivion. His hand was flying over his shaft now, pumping it hard, needing the release.

Taber felt the rush of c.u.m start in his b.a.l.l.s and shoot its way up his c.o.c.k until it exploded from him. He cried out for a moment before snapping his mouth shut, 30 grinding his teeth against the force of his release. Waves of pleasure rolled through his body as his stomach and chest were covered with c.u.m. The picture of Fallon in his mind slowly faded, leaving only blackness until he opened his eyes and stared at the mirror that was fixed above his bed.

When he'd first arrived in his room, he couldn't understand the positioning of the mirror. But now...he looked at his naked body, covered with his seed and he understood why the humans had done it. What it must look like when there was a couple here, making love. To see how their bodies moved together as well as feel it would heighten their sensations.

Had Fallon made love in such a room?

As his mind slowly crawled out from the haze his o.r.g.a.s.m produced, the image reflected back at him slowly changed. He shouldn't be doing this, experiencing pleasure at the thought of a woman who wasn't Calantha. His mate been given to him by the G.o.ddess, blessed that they'd found each other at such a young age. But despite their bond, that initial rush of s.e.xual need, she'd rejected him. They were bonded but did not enjoy the intimacy that such a privilege would allow.

Unable to look at himself further, Taber slid from the bed and made his way to the steam shower to clean himself. He only wished he could remove the memories from his mind as easily as he could the s.e.m.e.n from his skin.

"You have a guest," the soft words of the computer system spoke to him.

He hadn't finished dressing, his body still damp from the steam and soap of his shower. Wearing only his pants, Taber hesitated before grabbing his shirt from the bed and walking to the door. It was most likely Sean, here so they could continue their investigation.

"Computer, who is it?"

"Fallon Reist."

He froze before his hand touched the door release. His c.o.c.k twitched, threatening to return to life. Looking down at his naked chest, he could picture his c.u.m covering it, wondered if she would have pushed her fingers through the fluid, teasing his skin. It suddenly mattered to him what she thought. Was she attracted to him, or was it simply his imagination? Hitting the door release, he silently held his breath when the door whooshed open.

Fallon stood there wearing a tight-fitting black shirt, sleeveless like the one she had on the night before. He watched as her eyes widened and her gaze slowly traveled over his naked chest and stomach.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Reist?"

He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he should have dressed completely, properly before opening the door. What kind of life could he offer her? Pushing away the guilt, 31 he stepped away from the entrance and pulled his shirt on before gesturing for her to come inside.

Fallon's face was as red as her hair, but he knew she was no coward. It only took her a moment to follow his lead, letting the door shut behind her.

They were alone.

"Umm, I'm sorry if I got you at a bad time." She looked around the room, examining everything but him. "I can come back later if you'd like. Actually, I think I will."

He reached out and grabbed her elbow before she was able to turn away. When she looked at him, her mouth parted in surprise, he couldn't help but stare at those perfect, lush lips, knowing they'd feel like heaven if she sucked his c.o.c.k. His heartbeat actually increased in tempo as he ran his finger over her soft skin.

"Please stay," his words came out low, deep.

She shivered under his touch. Good. At least he wasn't the only one affected. All rational thought gone, he stepped closer to her without releasing her arm. Her hair was pulled back again, but he could still picture what it would look like covering her naked skin. She stared at him, unblinking, and this time she didn't look away.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Reist?" This time he spoke just above a whisper, not trusting that he wouldn't break the spell they both seemed to be under.

Fallon opened her mouth to say something. Stopped, and started again.

"Please, I like it when you call me Fallon."

Don't react. Be in control. He drew a slow, deep breath into his lungs. He liked the way her name sounded but enjoyed saying it even more.

"Very well...Fallon. How may I a.s.sist you?"

Her gaze moved back to his chest and he watched as her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip.

"Captain Zane asked me to show you and Mr. Donaldson around the ship. I can't get into the bar until the investigation is done, so it's not like I mind."

Taber's c.o.c.k began to grow, liking the idea of being with her all day long. He couldn't let her see how she was affecting him, so he released her arm and turned his back to her.

"That would make our investigation go far smoother. Thank you for the a.s.sistance."

"I didn't mean to interrupt you getting ready. I can meet you and Mr. Donaldson somewhere in a while if it would be-"

"There's no need. I only require my footwear and I am ready to leave."

He tried not to look at her as he pushed his foot into the protective boot and began to lace it closed. He could feel her gaze on him, watching his every action as if it were 32 the most important thing in the universe. For some reason, it gave him a measure of pleasure to know she was taking such an interest in what he was doing.

"Are you in the military?"

Her question made him look up. "I am a member of the Briel Protectorate and am the Briel chief of security on Eurus."

"It sounds dangerous," she tilted her head to the side as she spoke. "It also sounds lonely."

How easily she was able to see what others couldn't. "I have many close friends. I am very rarely alone."

"But that doesn't mean you aren't lonely."

It struck him that she seemed to intimately understand the difference between the two. Nodding, he returned his focus back to the task of tying his boot.

"My present state of solitude is of my own choosing."

"You don't want to have close friends? People who can make you feel not so isolated?"

She'd moved closer to him but wasn't looking at him any longer. Her hands were clasped in front of her body, as if she was scared to touch anything. The pants she had on clung to her waist and hips but flared out, concealing the shape of her legs. She'd worn a similar article yesterday, which only served to pique his curiosity. When he stood to his full height, he moved his body into his normal military pose. They stood and stared at each other, each taking in the details of the other.

This was so different from when he'd first met Calantha. There wasn't the insanity, the mind-numbing pa.s.sion that had overcome them both. No, while not as wild, this was more intense. Both of them carefully gauging the reaction of the other, testing to see how far they dare go.

Which made him feel...unnerved.

"Have you spoken with Sean this morning?" He kept the same low tone he'd used earlier, enjoying how it made her body shift.

"Yes. He was going to head back to the med bay to see if Doc had finished with his autopsy. He wanted us to meet him there."

Taber held out his arm, indicating for her to lead the way. Fallon c.o.c.ked her head to the side again, exposing the long, creamy skin of her neck and part of her shoulder, before she turned and walked outside. Coming up beside her, he made sure to stay half a step behind, not wanting to give anyone the impression he was attracted to her.

Because by the G.o.ddess he was.

Without pausing, Fallon turned her head to look up at him, her bright smile fixed in place. "Have you been on Eurus long? I meant to ask you last night."

"I came to the colony with Administrator Kamran. He was an amba.s.sador back then. Ten cycles ago."

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"And you were on Briel before then?"

"No. I was deployed with the Protectorate. We were engaged in battles with the Ecada for many cycles."

"So how long has it been since you've been home?"

"Close to fifteen cycles."

Fallon stopped suddenly and spun to face him. Somehow he managed to avoid running into her.

"You haven't been home in fifteen years?" Shock accented her voice as it echoed loud in the hall. "Don't you have family?"

Her face was so close to his, her mouth only inches away. All he needed to do was dip his head a little and he'd be able to suck her bottom lip into his mouth.

"I have no family," he spoke the words and pushed away the emotion and l.u.s.t.

"I've only been away from Earth for three years and I can't wait to get home."

That crucial piece of information was what he needed to snap him from his fantasy.

They were from different places, had different needs. Nothing could come from this unexpected infatuation on his part. It would be best if he pushed these feelings away and concentrated on the task at hand.

After all, there was a killer on the loose.

"How far is med bay?"

He shifted his gaze from Fallon, focusing instead on the transportation tube doors at the end of the corridor. He could feel her gaze on his neck and hear her soft sigh as she resumed her journey forward.

"Up three levels. This tube will get us there the fastest."

"Thank you."

The corridors were full this morning despite the ship still being in lockdown.