“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then leave your safety in my hands.” He guided her forward, so that their naked bodies came together, hers soft against his firmness.
As he leaned in to capture her mouth, she said, “Adrian, this is my fight—not yours.”
He felt her breath warm against his face. “It became mine the minute we exchanged blood. I made that choice—me—not you. I knew the consequences and now your battle is mine.” Then he closed the distance between them.
Adrian’s kiss was tender, heartfelt, as he gently slid his tongue along the seam of her mouth, coaxing her to open to him and surrender. Her lips parted and his tongue slipped past them as easily as the man had invaded her heart.
Too much had happened, too soon.
The caress ended, but his lips continued a path of soft affection down her throat making her knees wobbly. She was emotionally drained and what little energy was left he stole. Her head lolled back, loving the way he forcefully held her, while at the same time touching her as if she were a priceless piece of glass that might shatter.
What he offered Fallon she had only dreamed about—freedom from tyranny and sweet revenge.
“So soft,” he murmured.
In a slow, sensual touch his other hand caressed where her spine curved into her ass, wedging his finger between the rounded globes. Silent heat brushed across her skin as she felt the tenderness in her ass disappear with just a thought from Adrian.
But what would be the cost if she took him up on his offer to protect her? Fallon had nothing to lose and everything to gain. After Chavez was gone she would join Christy.
But what about Adrian?
Were his feelings for her fleeting infatuation? At times she could almost swear that he cared for her, like now as he stroked her body into a slow, simmering burn. And what if he did care? It wasn’t morally right to play with his affections.
“Relax, darlin’. Let me pleasure you.” His voice was husky, sexy as his tongue teased the pulse in her neck.
His arousal stirred. She felt it hard against her belly, and heard it in the increase of his pulse as his blood surged through his veins awakening her hunger. The ache in her gums throbbed. Her own desire tightened low in her belly. Her nipples grew sensitive against his chest.
It seemed silly, but in two short days she had come to care for him—maybe, too much. It didn’t make sense.
Yeah. She’d heard of love at first sight, but the idea was a romantic fantasy. Things like that didn’t happen to real people. Very few humans were gifted with a happily ever after. Why would an immortal be blessed with something or someone so precious?
She gasped as his fingertips pushed between their bodies and through the nest of hair at the apex of her thighs. With his foot he wedged her feet apart. But he didn’t caress the area that became damp with just the thought of his touch.
It was becoming more difficult to think. All she really wanted was to love this man. Feel him deep inside her body driving away all the ugliness in her life.
“Quit thinking so hard,” he whispered next to her ear. Then he whisked her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Gently, he laid her upon the comforter. The bed moaned beneath his weight as he crawled beside her and pulled her against his chest. “Let me chase your nightmares away.”
He rolled her softly onto her back, parted her thighs and slipped between them. With one thrust he entered her. His eyes were warm and caring as he moved in and out of her body.
“Stay with me, Fallon,” he murmured. The longing in his voice squeezed her heart.
She palmed the taut muscles in his arms from his wrist to his shoulders and back again. He was strength personified. And he felt so good buried deep inside her.
The tension low in her belly grew tighter and tighter, as did her grasp on his arms. With an arch of her back she was bathed in the heat of her climax. It wasn’t an earth shattering release, but calm—almost serene, the tender moment endearing as she heard Adrian groan and join her.
After the pulse died, he leaned in, his weight pinning her to the bed as he slanted his mouth across hers. Again, his kiss was tender. He feathered soft affection along her neck, before he drifted to his side and pulled her to him.
In the quiet of the night he held her.
Fallon woke to the sensation of something between her thighs. A single finger parted her folds as Adrian stroked the inside of her labia with long, slow passes.
“I must have fallen asleep.” She was wet, his movements slick and easy as another finger filled her. The glide of her hips against his hand increased. Friction and heat built rapidly inside her with his expert touch.
“Uh, huh. But you need to feed and it’s too early to go aground.” He bent and took her nipple into his mouth. The suction against her breast sent shards of sensations straight to her core.
“Adrian, I need you inside me.” She felt desperate to feel him, desperate to cling to everything he offered—a future and more.
His mouth twitched with male pride. “What do you want, darlin’?” A hint of laughter took the edge off of his seductive question.
God, he was beautiful.
“Are you going to make me ask?” Her eyelids felt heavy, as they slid half-mast. She parted her mouth on a deep breath, as his finger played with her clit.
A devilish gleam lit his eyes, as he shook his head. “No…” he paused for a sinful second, “I’m gonna make you beg.”
“Never,” she laughed. God, she needed to laugh. It felt so good. And she loved the playful mood he was in. It was hard to stay trapped in despair when he offered her a moment of pure bliss, a moment to forget what awaited her. And she would take what he willingly offered.
“Never?” His brow rose with the challenge. He chuckled, and she felt his cock jerk against her hip. “What if I asked you to prop your leg on that chair by the window, so that I could taste the honey between your thighs?”
Her mouth curved faintly. “I’d do it, but it wouldn’t affect me.” Just the anticipation of what he proposed raised her pulse. It didn’t help that he took that moment to bury his finger deep inside her.
His smile was slow and knowing, as his finger pushed in and out of her pussy. “No?”
She shrugged as if indifferent. “No.”
He glanced quickly around the bedroom. “Then would I be correct that if I dragged that same chair in front of the standing mirror over there by the closet door, had you place your palms on the seat and watch me as I fucked you from behind…you wouldn’t be affected?”
Well, dammit. The heavy flow of her juices against his steadily moving hand was a dead giveaway that the last suggestion had definite potential in breaking her will.
“Not at all.” The catch in her throat was probably not very convincing. Nor was the way her thighs wedged further apart, so that he had better access to her swollen folds.
His smile widened, as his eyes darkened into molten gold. “Liar.” He slid his hand deeper between her legs, his finger grazing the tight entrance of her anus. “What if I took you here?”
The pressure exerted against her rosebud made her gasp and a shiver to whisper up her spine.
Oh, yeah. That would do it. Still she remained aloof. “Been there— Done that—”
Crap. This game was getting more difficult by the second. Small spasms exploded in her pussy. She was unbelievably wet and beyond horny. Even still, there was something special in their play. Something she had never before experienced in such a sexual scenario.
His hand disappeared from between her thighs, moving over her hip, tucking beneath her ass to slip along the cleft, until he once again reached her tight entrance.
When his finger eased inside, stretching and filling her, Fallon couldn’t stop his name from touching her lips. “Adrian.” Sweet pain exploded inside her taut opening, but didn’t last long.
Compliments of Adrian’s magic, the chair next to the window suddenly moved, scraping across the floor in its haste and comi
ng to a stop before the mirror.
Anticipation tightened low in her belly. Fireworks went off just below the surface in each nipple.
Another finger joined the first, spreading her further. The fiery sensation made her groan aloud.
He looked at her with stark, hot eyes. “Tell me what you want, darlin’.”
“You,” she said breathlessly.
If only she meant it, but he knew they both were walking a tightrope. No matter her choice he wanted to make their time together special and fun. Help her forget the tragedy in her life and show her there was still something to live for.
Adrian removed his fingers from her body, cleansing them with a thought as he rolled off the bed, taking her with him. With determined steps, he guided her backward in front of the mirror.
“You should see what I see.” He was so aroused that his balls felt rock-hard, sensitive against his thighs. Every movement sent rays of fire throughout his groin. He couldn’t wait to take her. Nevertheless, he sucked in a breath, forcing himself to move slowly as he positioned her so the length of her right side showed in the looking glass.
“Look at yourself. You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, before he cupped her breasts, feeling the weight in his palms.
It was true. In her aroused state her skin flushed a light shade of pink. Her gorgeous hair draped her shoulders, and her violet eyes darkened with desire. Breasts rounded and full, her nipples were rosy peaks. A tiny waist flared out at hips that led to shapely legs.
Damn. It ratcheted his lust up further as she watched him in the mirror.
But it was her backside that now had his attention, as he stepped back and took an appreciative look. His gaze traveled down the curve of her back over her firm ass. That particular part of her body was simply delicious and offered a special treat this night.
“Palms on the chair. Keep your eyes on the mirror.” A shiver raced across his heated flesh. Just the thought of fucking her ass made his body tense.
She followed his directions obediently.
When he stood behind her he slipped a foot between hers and pried them further apart. Bent over and spread wide for him, the submissive position was a rush to his groin.
“Mine,” he growled. He grasped her ass and squeezed each cheek with his palms. Then he spread them apart, staring at the puckered skin where he would soon bury his cock.
Fallon whimpered, “Adrian, don’t make me wait.”
For a moment he stared at her, exposed and awaiting him. Did she have any idea what the knowledge did to him? Something fluttered in his chest and for a moment he thought he was having a heart attack. Of course, it was impossible. He was already dead, but by the way his body burned inside he wouldn’t swear to it.
“Adrian?” Fallon whimpered.
She needed to be fucked. He could see desire in her eyes, as he prepared her for his invasion. Her intense gaze followed him to the nightstand next to the bed, where he opened the drawer and removed a tube of lubricant. He unscrewed the top, squeezing plenty of the contents upon two fingers. With a twist he tightened the lid back, laid the container on the tabletop, and then approached her. When he spread the clear substance at her entrance, his finger pressing deep inside her, she gasped. After he had worked the gel thoroughly in and around the tender area his second finger joined the first.
“Ahhh…” she purred, so soft and sweetly. “ More.”
He answered by cleansing his fingers and taking himself in hand, before he positioned his cock at her rosebud and slowly nudged the entrance, driving past the first tight ring. Then he grasped her hips and gave her another inch of his rigid erection. Slowly easing forward, adding another inch, and another—until he was seated deep inside her.
Talk about hot and tight. This had to be heaven, with Fallon being his angel.
With a slight backward lean, his gaze fixated on his cock moving in and out, stretching the taut orifice. He sucked a strangled breath between clenched teeth. “Damn woman.” He ground his hips against her, and then rotated them.
Her body jerked. Her elbows bent and almost gave out, before she straightened them. “Oh, God.” Her heated cry was a turn on as her fangs burst from her gums. Blood tinted the incisors. The copper smell woke the beast in him and called upon his canines to drop.
With one hand he reached for a handful of her hair, pulling back so that her neck arched gently. The other hand he caressed to the nest of curls at the vee of her thighs. He found her swollen nub and circled it several times.
“Ssss…” She hissed, baring her fangs. Hunger and need raged in the depths of her eyes.
“Yeah, darlin’.” He thrust back and forth, harder and faster. “Feel the burn.” He thrust his finger deep inside her pussy.
The reflection in the mirror was the embodiment of an erotic fantasy.
Wild and primitive.
Their species dated back to the dawn of time. Vampires were sensual in nature, but he had never imagined reaching the heights of ecstasy that this woman had carried him to. She brought out the need in him to protect what was his—and Fallon was his.
He held his breath, fighting the oncoming orgasm, needing to prolong the vision in the mirror, as well as the intense sensation whipping through him. His balls tightened painfully against his body as he gulped down a mouthful of air. Just as he felt the force rush through his cock, releasing in a fiery stream, Fallon screamed.
Gaze pinned to their reflections, he slammed his hips against her ass and stopped. He couldn’t move nor breathe as his climax rocketed through him.
With several quick, twitchy movements her vaginal muscles tightened around his finger. A low, gratifying groan flowed from her parted lips. She jerked, arching her back and raising her head. He listened to the sounds of her sharp gasps, once—twice, and then she released another sated groan.
The peaceful expression on her face matched his as he withdrew from her body, cleansing them both with just a thought.
She straightened, stretching her arms high above her. He heard the contentment in her sigh falter as her brows furrowed. Her arms drifted to her side. She turned to face him.
“Adrian, we need to talk—”
He placed a finger against her lips. “Come to bed with me. Wake in my arms.” Now it was his turn to beg, because if that’s what it took, by damn he’d do it. There was no way he would allow Fallon to simply walk out of his life or throw her life away.
Indecision played across her face. With a single nod she surrendered.
A sense of relief engulfed him, releasing in one gush the breath he didn’t know he had held. He pulled her into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head.
He had won—at least for another day.
Chapter Fourteen
Uneasiness slithered beneath her skin when Fallon stepped outside the house. A cold rush of anxiety smacked her in the face as her boots touched the ground. Men and women, human and vampire, ran aimlessly across the yard. Some barked orders, while close by she heard a woman sobbing like her heart would break. Tension hung heavy in the night air. Even the dark clouded sky looked angry. The deep resonant sound of thunder seemed to echo something was wrong—dead wrong.
When Fallon had awakened to find herself alone she should have known all was not well. The silence of the house as she strolled through it was another sign. Even the kitchen where Sally usually stood kneading dough for the following days’ meals was empty.
The first thing that came to Fallon’s mind was Maggie. All men had somewhat of a pack mentality with an alpha on top. Had one of her ex-Master’s minions stepped into his shoes and felt the woman belonged to him? Was she missing? Okay?
Before Fallon allowed her imagination to soar, she reached out and stopped Doreen with an outstretched hand. “What’s going on?”
“Billy—Susan and George’s son is missing.”
“Missing?”
The blonde jerked from Fallon’s grasp, running past her into the house. But not before she speared Fallon w
ith an incriminating look that was hot enough to ignite into flames the jeans and red, short-sleeve T-shirt Fallon wore.
A sour and bitter taste clawed up her throat. She fought the nausea and dizziness. As her knees buckled, she gripped the hitching post next to her, bracing herself from a sure fall. The wood was cool and rough as she clung to it to steady herself.
Chavez.
Like a sieve she felt life flow from her body. Another child— She couldn’t finish her thought. It couldn’t be happening again. Had her selfishness to hold onto Adrian for one more night brought more evil upon Adrian’s people?
From the corner of the house Sally appeared. Her arm draped around her crying daughter’s shoulders. As they grew closer, the woman’s sobs were a knife cutting straight to Fallon’s heart. She knew the deep wrenching emptiness Susan was feeling—knew the desperation to have her child in her arms once again.
“Sally,” Fallon said as the woman’s red puffy eyes met hers. “Is there anything I can do?”
Doreen exited the house holding an armful of flashlights as she came to a stop. With a toss of her head her long mane flowed over one shoulder. She huffed, “Haven’t you done enough?” The venom in her words was nothing compared to the accusation in her voice. She shook her head in disgust, and then continued on to cross the yard coming upon a group of men who reached for the flashlights.
“Never mind her. Billy was Doreen’s favorite.” Amazingly, Sally’s tone held no accusation.
“How long has he been gone?” Fallon hoped this was just a false alarm, that they’d find the little three year old hiding or playing with his older siblings.
“Susan bathed Billy around seven o’clock. He was tired so she put him to bed. When she went in to check on him an hour later, he was gone.” Fresh tears rose in Sally’s eyes as she patted Susan lightly on the arm. “Let’s go inside, dear.”
Susan jerked to a stop as if her feet became rooted. “No.” Panic twisted her features as she quickly scanned the yard. A wild, almost crazed expression replaced the one of panic. “I have to look for Billy. BILLY…” she yelled, fighting her mother’s hold as she tried to get away. All the while her sobs became louder, more strangled, a mixture of pain and anger.
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