Fallon's Revenge

by Mackenzie McKade

  As she fumbled with the buckle of her belt, she said, “I’m sorry. I just—”

  “The pants and shirt.” Damn. She was beautiful, but he wasn’t going to allow that to deter him. She had blatantly disobeyed. When Dominic had sighted her, Adrian literally died a little inside.

  “But—”

  “Now…” He heard her pulse speed, the sweet sound of her blood swishing through her veins. Knew the moment she realized that he was truly unhappy with her, because she trembled.

  Then she stilled, straightened her body to full height as she drew her shoulders back with a jerk. “Wait just one minute,” she grumbled, a frown marring her pretty features. “I’m not accustomed to obeying anyone. Besides I saved your ass from those trees. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?”

  ”Darlin’, you are one nervy broad.” He took slow, measured steps toward her, keeping her sight trapped in his. “I call the shots in my town. And you will obey me.” Man, he wanted to feel her beneath him as he pumped in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

  She huffed. “In your dreams—”

  A tight squeal left her mouth as the remainder of her clothing disappeared with his command.

  Mouth parted, she scanned her naked body, before tossing him a heated glare. “Give me back my clothes.”

  He ignored her and instead, he said, “Get on your hands and knees before the fire.”

  Her eyes became as big as saucers. “Adrian?” Her voice cracked.

  He gave a firm nod toward the Persian rug lying before the fireplace. The flames in the hearth sprang to life, crackling and hissing.

  With another huff of attitude she placed her fists on her hips. The look she gave him said “make me”.

  With blurring speed, he grabbed her arms and jerked her to his chest. He heard her breath release in surprise. Fully clothed, he could still feel the pebbling of her nipples. The fire in her eyes matched his own as he crushed his mouth to hers. Tense beneath his touch, she fought to keep her lips pressed tightly together, but it was useless. When he cupped her ass, wedging a finger in between the crevice of her cheeks, she gasped. Immediately, he took advantage and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

  Surrender was not a choice—she was his. Before the night was over she would damn well know who she belonged to. Fallon would also learn to never disobey him.

  Spirited. She attempted to pull away, to shun his kiss. But he held her firmly with a hand at the nape of her neck. A slant of his head, he deepened the kiss leaving nowhere in her mouth untouched.

  He knew the moment he’d won. Her arms, which had been pressed to her sides, rose and slipped around his neck. But her kiss wasn’t gentle as her tongue dueled with his. Teeth impacted with a clink. The pressure between their mouths increased and he tasted blood. His? Hers? It didn’t matter, it fueled the flame beneath them both.

  The low, broken sounds of her whimpers only raised his hunger. He growled in return, spearing his fingers through her hair pulling her head back to break the kiss.

  Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Breathing labored, her eyes were bright with a blend of anger and desire. She was magnificent in her fury.

  “Let me go,” she snapped.

  “Never.” And he meant it. Sometime between when he walked in this room and he pressed his body to hers, he had come to the conclusion that Fallon was never walking out of his life—no matter what he had to do to keep her.

  She pulled her arms from around his neck and tried to pry them between their bodies. “Adrian.” His name came out a warning.

  He tightened his grip on her hair and her eyes widened further. “Let me tell you how this night will play out. First, I’m going to tan your hide for disobeying me.”

  “You wouldn’t dare?” Her disbelief came out in a breathy stream of air.

  He raised a single brow and narrowed his gaze. “Next, I’m going to fuck you, darlin’, so you don’t ever think about leaving me.” Her tongue made a nervous swipe between her swollen lips, drawing his attention. He mentally shook away the idea of skipping the spanking and going straight to the fucking. “Tomorrow morning you will tell me what is spooking you. And I will not take no for an answer.”

  With quick side-to-side movements, she shook her head. Her body trembled from head to toe as the fight inside her suddenly died. Breathing elevated, lips parted, she sucked in short gasps one after the other. For a moment he was afraid she would hyperventilate.

  “Whatever it is we’ll deal with it together.” His voice softened to reassure her.

  “Adrian.” The hopelessness in her voice was hard to miss as was the fear in her eyes.

  “Shhh…” He pulled her against him and held her until the trembling went away. When she started to relax she released a heavy sigh.

  Hand in hand, he led her to the bed. It moaned beneath his weight as he sat. When he pulled her across his lap she cried, “Hey, wait—” She squirmed, fought like a wildcat to escape his hold. “I thought—”

  “—that I’d forgotten your punishment. Wrong…” he hummed. Swiftly, he threw his right leg over her thighs, pinning her. His left hand pressed against her upper back to keep her stationary.

  Her uneasy chuckle was muffled with her diaphragm pressed tight against his legs. “Uh—what about we forget the spanking and go straight to the fucking?”

  “No can do.” Adrian gently laid his palm on her bare ass and she flinched. He would have laughed, but the situation was serious. He felt her reach for her magic, but he froze it, disabling her from using it. “Fallon, you have no idea how the scene by the creek could have gotten out of control. Lives were in danger.” Just the thought of losing Maggie—losing Fallon—made him intent on teaching her a lesson.

  “I get it—I get it.” The swiftness in her words was followed by, “Do you have to do this? Dammit. Adrian.” Desperation rang in her voice. “This is humiliating. Why not a slap on the wrist? I promise to never disobey you again.”

  “And I promise after tonight you never will forget.” The whack of his hand landing against her tender skin was loud. Even louder was Fallon’s howl followed by, “You. Son. Of. A. Bitch,” which only earned her another spanking.

  Fuck. This was making him hot.

  Just to see his mark rise pink and angry against her flesh made his cock harden painfully beneath Fallon’s naked body. A body that he couldn’t wait to stroke and make love to until dawn drove them to ground. He couldn’t resist running his fingers between her thighs. The wetness he felt surprised him. Was this little temptress the slightest bit aroused by his spankings?

  Whack!

  Fallon arched her back and released a moan.

  This time when he caressed her pussy a new flood of moisture anointed his fingers as he separated her swollen folds and slipped inside. God, she was wet. And hot. And tight. Slowly, he began to finger-fuck her, in and out, easy and deep.

  “Adrian,” she groaned.

  He knew what she wanted. But she hadn’t earned the right. Again, his hand met her ass, hard.

  “Adrian.” This time his name was a cry upon her lips.

  He couldn’t help himself. His fingers found her slit again, and he entered her. She writhed beneath his touch, until he withdrew and slapped her ass, again. A firmly placed finger against her clit and she exploded.

  “Yes,” Fallon hissed as her hips rode his hand. He was relentless, moving his hand across her sensitive flesh, wringing every bit of sensation he could from her.

  Ohhh…yeah. That was good.

  The tingle between her thighs was oh-so-sweet. She felt like purring. And who knew that a spanking could entice such an exquisite climax? Or maybe it was the man delivering the punishment.

  Pressed against her belly, Adrian’s rock-hard cock told her just how much he had enjoyed this little scene. His breathing was harsh, but his hand gentle, soothing across her heated skin.

  She inwardly laughed at his means of punishment that had backfired and turned into mind-blowing pleasure… That is until the feeling
came back. As the height of her orgasm subsided and she started to relax, she noticed the burn that began to race across her ass.

  Ow-ow-owie!

  “Shit!” she screamed and attempted to move, but the pain increased leaving her breathless. “Fuck.” The word came out on an exhale.

  Adrian moved his leg releasing her. “On your hands and knees before the fire.”

  Lying across his lap, she turned her head so that she could see his face. “You’re kidding, right?”

  He shook his head. His expression hadn’t changed since they came into his bedroom. That unreadable look about him was etched on his face. Was he still mad? Tentatively, she reached out mentally to determine his state of mind.

  Bam! She hit what felt like a brick wall. For a moment she was dazed. The damn man wasn’t sharing anything.

  From where she stood or lay, she had two choices. One, do what he asked of her and see what the outcome would be. Or two, perhaps push him into punishing her again and by God her ass was burning. When she got her magic back this little episode would only be a memory.

  Carefully, she pushed off his lap. The ache and sting in her ass as she rose was a reminder. When Adrian gave an order, he fully expected it to be carried through. Every footfall brought a silent cry to her lips and the desire to bitch-slap the man who stood and quietly began to undress.

  Asshole.

  “I heard that.” A little of the gruffness from his voice had lifted and she could hear a hint of laughter seeping in.

  Crap.

  A gasp wedged in her throat as she caught sight of the angry red scars covering Adrian’s gorgeous body. It appeared he had been badly whipped all over. The gaping slashes she knew had to exist were now puckered and swollen wounds already beginning to heal from his earlier battle with Dominic and his minions. She knew tomorrow night he would be good as new, as would she from Adrian’s spanking. Still, her heart ached for him.

  When she stood before the fire, the soft Persian rug beneath her feet, she began to sink to her knees. A new rush of scalding sensation burned across her ass as the tight skin was stretched tighter.

  Damn. Damn. Damn. She prayed for the sun to rise and this night to be over.

  “Hands and knees,” he reminded her.

  She leaned forward and her palms sank into the plush carpet. Fallon had no doubt that the submissive position was meant to be another form of punishment. From where he stood, she knew he could see her swollen folds. And for some crazy reason that turned her on.

  The man had just delivered a hurtin’ to her ass. It burned like a holy sonofabitch. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about how much she wanted him to take her from behind. Sink his rigid, thick cock deep inside her now moist pussy.

  “Darlin’, has anyone every told you what a mighty fine ass you have?” His sultry voice sent goose bumps up her arms.

  Her belly did a flip-flop. Heat radiated off him as he grew closer. His hand touched her thigh as he knelt behind her.

  “So nice and red—” he placed his palm on her ass, “—and hot.”

  She wanted to say “No fuck, Sherlock” but remained quiet, waiting for his next move. Fact was when he touched her, some of the pain in her butt had receded. Instead, she focused on his hands and what he was doing.

  Tenderly he stroked from her knee to her thighs, over her abdomen, until he held her breasts in his palms. He pinched the peaks and the most delightful rays of sensations shot through her nipples.

  “Pretty titties, too.” Admiration softened his tone as he fondled and squeezed her globes. She felt the light kiss he placed on one ass cheek, and then his wet tongue licked a cooling path. When he blew on her moist skin a shiver raced up her spine.

  Fallon had to admit that not being able to see him, his seductive voice coming from behind, and never knowing where his hands would caress next was beyond exciting. When he moved closer, his thighs to the back of hers and his cock nudged her slit, “Yes,” slipped from her lips.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes.” There wasn’t any use to pretend otherwise. She wanted him to ease the throb between her legs.

  His hands left her breasts. For a heartbeat she waited for him to touch her again. When he did, she knew he held his own erection in his hand as his hardness slid across her labia, parting them briefly to increase the sensation. Just the thought of him grasping himself was heady. A moan vibrated in her throat. She moved her hips back, needing him to enter her. Instead he continued to tease, playing at her folds.

  “Please, Adrian,” she whimpered as her canines dropped, the taste of blood on her tongue. With each swipe across her tender skin the coil low in her belly wound tighter and tighter, pushing her higher and higher. She needed to touch him, to drive her fangs deep in his neck and taste his essences as he took her to heaven.

  Positioned at her entrance, Adrian gripped her hips and then drove home, filling her with every inch of his cock.

  Fallon closed her eyes, savoring the fullness. Buried deep inside he didn’t move, as if he too needed a moment to enjoy the feeling of their bodies joined together. Then he began to rock, sliding in and out, slowly.

  “Lean forward.” His voice sounded strained. “Take all of me.”

  At first she didn’t understand. And then she dropped down on her forearms, resting her head on her hands, ass up in the air, spreading her even wider.

  He moved deeper inside her, filling her completely.

  “Ahhh…fuck.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “Yeah,” he said on a breathy exhale and ground his hips, hitting a spot that threw Fallon over the precipice.

  At the same time, Adrian’s fingers dug into her ass sending needle-sharp pain through her skin. Her ass was so very sensitive. The pleasure/pain combination was so intense that her climax roared through her body, shaking her. One after another white-hot rays of sensation crashed through her body. She felt like a pin-ball machine. Her insides lighting up and sounds going off as the beams bounced off of one place to another.

  A sudden thrust from behind almost made her collapse as Adrian joined her. A heavy groan from deep within his throat flowed past her ears, as his weight took her flat to the floor.

  “Damn, woman,” he murmured, pinning her beneath him. The rapid beat of his heart against her back pounded so loudly it echoed in her head.

  In all her life, Fallon had never experienced such mind-blowing sex. Her body still hummed with aftershocks. Her nerves were raw. And she had worked up quite an appetite to taste Adrian. Her stomach growled.

  “Your hunger is calling to me.” He rose, withdrawing from her body and lifting his weight from hers.

  Fallon couldn’t quite manage to move, lying face down on the Persian rug. The heat of the fire was something she didn’t need soaking into her already red-hot ass. She lacked the energy to rise. She smiled at her state of being, not remembering when she had ever felt so sated.

  Strong but gentle hands slipped beneath her arms as Adrian assisted Fallon to her feet. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her softly. It was one of the sweetest kisses she had ever tasted. No tongue, just a tenderness that said he cared.

  Did he really care? He had certainly shown how much Maggie meant to him. The woman was free.

  Freedom.

  Fallon closed her eyes and savored the thought. When she opened her eyes it was to meet Adrian’s intensity.

  “It’s late and you need to feed before we turn in.” He tipped his head, baring his neck.

  “Will it be okay?” she asked, knowing that he supplied Maggie with substance, not to mention her, earlier.

  “I fed plenty before I came to her room.”

  The vein that bulged in his throat looked so inviting. She snuggled close, inhaling the earthy scent that was all Adrian. Lightly, she nuzzled his neck and the artery seemed to swell in anticipation. She hesitated only a moment before parting her lips and sinking her fangs into his flesh. Immediately, she felt the rush of his power surging through her veins.r />
  “Ahhh…baby,” he murmured. His arms closed around her and his cock hardened against her belly. With a slight boost, he raised her so that her legs slipped around his waist. She continued to feed as he thrust inside her once more. At the same time he began to move, walking toward the staircase that would lead them down below.

  With a swipe of her tongue she closed the wound, then rested her head against his shoulder. A heavy sigh pushed from her mouth.

  The rich scent of soil greeted her. The earth had already been prepared for them. With ease Adrian stepped into the hole and lay upon his back, taking her down with him to lie atop him.

  “Sleep, darlin’. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

  Fallon didn’t have to pretend that she didn’t know what he was talking about.

  Damn it. That was one conversation she wasn’t looking forward to.

  Chapter Ten

  Fallon’s mental scream could have wakened the dead. In fact, the bloodcurdling shriek had scared the shit out of Adrian as he jackknifed to a sitting position from their bed of soil, spraying it into the air. His thoughts were to hunt as she slept. Instead he drew her slumbering body into his arms. Perspiration glistened on her skin as he rose and made his way to the stairs. Her face twisted in agony. The bitter stench of fear rose from her pores as she trembled.

  Halfway up the stairs, on a gasp her eyes flew open. She started to struggle, releasing desperate cries as he tightened his grip, so she wouldn’t fall out of his arms. Tears raced down her cheeks. Her cries were sharp and filled with anguish.

  “Fallon,” he whispered. Then he kissed her forehead. “It’s me, darlin’.”

  When she realized who held her, her body went limp. She wrapped her arms around his neck and released a flood of emotion, deep, wrenching sobs that felt like they were reaching into his chest and tearing out his heart.

  He couldn’t image what she had been through, but he was damn well going to find out tonight.

  By the time they reached his above ground bedroom, he had called upon the elements to cleanse them both. Her tears had dried. Her eyes were reddened and swollen from her outburst. She appeared embarrassed, refusing to meet his gaze.