Ride: Cyn and Fallon: Episodes 5-8 (Puca Mates Collection Book 2)

by A. C. James

  “I need you, love.”

  She shuddered. His desire incinerated her insecurity and fear. He carried her inside the castle. His muscles were strong and showed no sign of tiring. Cyn loved how he lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all. Fallon glided up the stairs and into his chamber, holding her tightly in his arms and kissing her. An urgency had overtaken him. Vaguely, she was aware of being placed on the bed.

  “I need to be inside of you,” Fallon said.

  Huskiness always clung to his voice during moments of arousal. She grinned up at him from the bed. Desire pulsed through her entire body as she basked in his sensual perusal of her curves. Cyn reached up and pulled him onto the bed with her.

  “I’m so happy to be back,” Cyn whispered.

  He nuzzled her neck, planting a soft kiss along its slope. “I’m going to keep you in bed for a few days and make up for lost time.”

  “I’m okay with that.”

  Fallon wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He planted soft, delicate kisses along her shoulders and neck, making Cyn shiver. When she returned his embrace, Cyn couldn’t help noticing how lean his body had become since she’d left. A stab of guilt struck her and she squeezed him extra tight.

  “I don’t know why I was so sca—”

  He cut her off. “Hush, love.”

  Cyn buried her face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent, all spice and musk. Her throat tightened. The distinctly masculine smell elicited memories which had replayed in her mind the whole time they’d been apart. They’d make new memories now, and have a stronger bond than ever before. She tangled her hands in his hair and tugged gently.

  Fallon moaned and tilted his head back. Cyn loved the effect she had on him. Nuzzling under his chin, she nipped at the delicate skin on his throat. He pulled Cyn’s face to his, kissing her until her lips were swollen. She’d never wanted anyone so much. Not a single crazy one-night stand could compare, or even come close. His touch was necessary, and more addictive than anything she’d ever experienced. She didn’t want to make love with him...she wanted to disappear inside of him, melding together as one soul. The mate bond was almost tangible, and it was overwhelming to love so deeply. She would love Fallon for the rest of her life.

  Those warm, fuzzy feelings transformed into ravenous desire as he traced his fingers down her arms and torso, skimming her belly through the silky fabric of her shirt. Her tummy gave a jolt when he stopped right above her waist.

  “You’re overdressed, my lady.” Fallon yanked her shirt over her head in a smooth motion and crushed her against his rock-hard body.

  His tunic scratched her pebbled nipples and Cyn shivered.

  She smiled seductively. “So are you...”

  Cyn reached down and slipped a hand under his tunic. Fallon’s chest was amazingly warm and supple, and she savoured his skin under her palm. The tunic skidded up his body and she pulled it off, admiring his defined chest. Even though he was much thinner than usual, Fallon still had perfect muscle tone. He gasped as Cyn traced a fingernail on his lower abs.

  “Vixen,” he whispered.

  She grinned and wriggled down his body, kissing and licking his chest. Fallon moaned. Cyn crawled between Fallon’s knees and rested her cheek against his hot skin. I love you. I’ll love you until I die.

  Under her cheek his heartbeat was pulsing, and she leaned forward to brush the exposed skin above the band of his leggings with her lips. His erection jutted between her breasts, and she shivered in anticipation of him filling her, stretching her. Her fingernails caught on his leggings as she trailed them teasingly close to his shaft, tugging them down and letting his cock spring free.

  She’d often fantasized about his beautiful, naked body in the months she’d been away, but it was no substitute for the real thing. He was even more striking than she’d remembered. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and lightly sucked at it. When she traced her tongue in a swirl over its tip, he arched his chest and his fingers tangled in her hair. Encouraged, Cyn wrapped a fist around the base of his erection, pumping up and down as she licked and sucked. He tasted deliciously salty and musky, and Cyn loved giving him such intense pleasure. Fallon writhed beneath her touch. She cupped his balls with her free hand, massaging the delicate skin until he was straining.

  “Please...” he begged.

  With a lascivious grin, she crawled up his naked body. He came unravelled. His erection dug into her belly and he was shaking with need. Fallon took her chin in his fingers and brought her mouth to his. She practically swooned in his arms as he stroked her back, barely brushing her skin with his fingertips. Cyn never realized how erogenous and sensitive her back was. She shivered as his fingers travelled a light path to her neck.

  Slowly, he moved his hands down her upper back and around, to the undersides of her breasts. He cupped them gently, teasing her dusky nipples with his calloused thumbs. Fallon rolled her swollen and stiff nipples in his fingers. Cyn moaned loudly. She arched her back, and darts of pleasure shot through her body. Fallon’s touch was so intense. She was sure she’d explode, but just when she couldn’t take any more...he stopped.

  “Oh, God. Fallon...”

  “Aye, love?”

  She groaned in frustration and grabbed his hands, pulling them to her breasts. Fallon chuckled and gently pinched Cyn’s right nipple, caressing the underside of her breast before sliding down her belly. It was almost ticklish, and her whole body tensed. His touch became more urgent. He slid his hand beneath her pants, between her legs, and wriggled his fingers. She screwed her eyelids shut and focused on the sensation of his hand hovering over her sex.

  “No, love. Look at me.”

  Cyn opened her eyes. She could have sworn the heat from his skin was palpable. Fallon lowered his hand onto the damp crotch of her panties and gently rubbed at the folds of her labia. She moaned, spreading her legs as far as her leggings would allow, and rocked against his hand, desperate for more. Fallon withdrew his hand and Cyn gasped. He tugged down her pants and yanked them over her ankles and knees, leaving her clad in a pair of violet silk panties.

  In frustration, she reached down and hurriedly pulled them off. Fallon gave a low chuckle before caressing the inside of her thigh and spreading her legs once more. She trembled in anticipation. His breath on her skin was almost too much to bear and she wriggled on the bed, enjoying her skin slipping on the silken sheets. Fallon was crouched between her legs. He kissed her knee, then locked eyes with hers and held her gaze as he slowly kissed his way up her leg, ending with his mouth at the juncture of her leg and her body. A hot flush spread over her face as she saw every bit of her desire reflected in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Fallon traced his fingernails up the delicate flesh of her opposite thigh and stroked her labia. All she could do was watch with rapt attention as he lifted the hand to his nose, inhaling the scent of his mate. Fallon luxuriating in her most intimate parts was one of the most erotic things Cyn had ever witnessed. It was then she realized she’d been panting.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  He nuzzled at her crotch, spreading her labia with one hand, licking and sucking at her clit. Cyn went into a frenzy. His tongue swirling over her made her lower belly clench. She ground her hips against Fallon’s face. The stimulation from his nose rubbing against her sex nearly sent her over the edge, and she jerked back. Fallon grabbed her hips and held her in place as he lapped at her clit. She was undulating on the bed in rhythm with his strokes. Fallon loosened his grip on her waist and slipped two fingers inside of her. Cyn screamed and dug her fingers into his hair. She came in powerful waves of pleasure. Her vision went black and whole body spasmed as Fallon kept licking until every muscle released. When the tidal wave faded slightly, Fallon withdrew and sat up. He grinned at Cyn and hastily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning down to kiss her.

  “That was...”

  “You’re even sexier when you’re speechless,” Fallon said.

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nbsp; Cyn got onto her hands and knees, pushing Fallon back on the bed. She straddled his pelvis, his length pressing against her. She shifted so that the head of his cock was positioned at the entrance to her sex. Cyn looked down at Fallon and smiled before easing his erection inside of her. She leaned back, grinding against him.

  Fallon reached up, toying with her nipples. “My stallion missed you too, love.”

  Little shocks tingled through her body. Fallon gasped. His body shuddered as she took every inch of his hardness. The sensations were overwhelming, and she was all choked up. She couldn’t believe she’d ever run from someone who wanted, worshipped, and loved her completely. Fallon laced his fingers through hers. He squeezed her hand as she rocked back and forth. The mate bond flowed between them, and Cyn knew she was going to come again. Beneath her, Fallon strained and thrust upward. She filled with desire and devotion for her mate, and connecting with him again took her breath away.

  Cyn spiralled toward the edge as she undulated her hips. His pubic bone pressing against her extremely sensitive clit was heavenly. She threw her head back with a loud moan. Fallon squeezed her hand again and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. The extra stimulation on her clit made her scream as pleasure flooded her body. His cocked pulsed as he gushed inside of her. Fallon dug his fingers into her flesh and she knew she’d have an instant bruise.

  The extreme emotions coursing through her body were too much. A tear rolled down her cheek. Fallon still held her, and for a moment the two of them were perfectly still. Cyn savoured the post-orgasm soreness building in her muscles. He reached up to wipe her cheek, and as much as she wanted to tell him how she felt, the silence spoke volumes.

  THEY WERE STILL SPOONING, and Cyn couldn’t help being a little angry with herself for not returning sooner.

  “Love, what’s the matter?” Fallon asked.

  Cyn buried her face in his armpit. “Nothing. I’m just so happy. I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too,” Fallon said, squeezing her close. “And I’m never, ever letting you go.”

  She rolled onto her back and snuggled close, fitting her head in the spot right above his chest. “I’m never leaving your side. Well, except maybe to take Darcy shopping in London. Or go out with Felicity, or...”

  Fallon was stroking her back, and it relaxed her to the point of drowsiness. “Love, I don’t think Felicity will be doing anything exciting for a while. She’s been through quite a strain.”

  Cyn snuggled closer. Fallon covered them with a silken sheet and draped his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve been away for so long, and I feel like I missed out on a lot.”

  “You’re here now,” Fallon said. “That’s what matters. You didn’t miss anything important.”

  Cyn rolled onto her belly and propped herself up on her elbows. She looked at Fallon with intense interest. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay now? I didn’t permanently damage you?”

  Fallon shook his head. He wrapped his arms around her, enclosing her limbs with his and spooning up to her warm back. “I’m healed. And what hasn’t healed will be, with your love.”

  Cyn couldn’t completely force the worry away. But she knew within time, she’d learn to forgive herself. She’d spent her whole life running scared from commitment. Cyn supposed it was because if you never allowed anyone to get close to you, there was no risk of getting hurt. Over the years she’d become an expert at pushing people away. Only Fallon had managed to destroy her witty façade. She loved him more than she’d ever thought possible. She loved him even more for taking her back with no questions asked. She loved him for accepting the mate bond as the most important thing in his life. Even though she still worried about Maelíosa and being accepted by the clan as his queen, she’d discovered peace within their bond. She looked forward to spending time with her new niece and nephew, and catching up with Fallon.

  “I’ll do everything in my power to heal you,” Cyn said.

  She lowered her face to his, kissing him with all of her might.

  “I know,” Fallon said. “I know you will, love.”

  “How are we going to spend the rest of the day?” Cyn asked in a lazy voice.

  She traced her fingertips down Fallon’s chest. He grabbed her fingers in his hand and squeezed.

  “However you would like, my love,” he said as he brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed them. “I have some ideas for things I’d like to do with you. I think you’ll like them.”

  Cyn cocked her head at Fallon and raised her eyebrows with a smirk. She wrapped her arms around him and lay against his chest, her cheek resting over his heart.

  “Oh will I? I have some ideas too,” she said as she closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat. “But first, I think we should take a well-deserved nap.”

  Epilogue

  The man was never late to work. This morning was an unfortunate exception, he told himself, hurrying to his desk at the British Secret Intelligence Service. He’d stayed up all night reading one of his favourite books on the supernatural creatures haunting the British Isles, and he’d missed his alarm. The book was tucked under his arm, and he fully intended to read it on his lunch break.

  Oh, bugger. His supervisor was circling his desk like a vulture, and he wondered what kind of trouble he’d gotten into now.

  “Hey,” his supervisor said by way of greeting. “I’ve just received a rather interesting tip. I want you to look into it, since this is your area of expertise.” His supervisor glanced down at the book he was carrying and scoffed.

  “Oh?” The man asked as he carefully set down the book, and his bowler and overcoat, on top of his desk. “What would that be?”

  “It’s in your email. If you’d bothered coming in at a decent hour this morning, you would have already seen it.”

  The man’s supervisor walked away in a huff, muttering something under his breath about incompetence. Once he was gone, the man walked over to the office kitchen for coffee. Some of his colleagues were discussing the recent football match they’d all attended. The man had grown up idolizing James Bond and every single espionage novel he could get his hands on. Even though he hadn’t really excelled at university, he’d still managed to get a top spot with British Intelligence. The first few months were fun, like something out of a spy novel. He regularly enjoyed telling people where he worked. When he met girls at pubs they were all impressed. However, after a year or so, he discovered a persona of secretiveness and importance was basically the only benefit. He spent all day reading cracked emails from blokes who probably belonged in a loony bin. It wasn’t even entertaining after a while. Most of them were poorly written, and he couldn’t get over the lack of basic grammar.

  With hot coffee in hand, the man returned to his desk. He dreaded the task of spending hours going through all of the emails he’d received.

  One of the first emails he read was a forwarded write-up on a blog, Everyday Supernatural. His supervisor had written, “Check this out. If nothing else you might get a kick out of it. We sincerely believe it’s a hoax, but nonetheless this is your thing, so look into it.”

  The man rolled his eyes and clicked on the piece. He’d perused this blog before and it normally featured incredible stories, so he wasn’t immediately taken aback by the headline: “The Púca of the Aran Islands by Felicity Forrest.” Click bait was how they all started. As he read, however, he became intrigued.

  This blog post wasn’t debunking some outrageous claim, as they normally did. It claimed the púca were real. And it detailed how one of the reporters for the blog, Felicity, had gone to check out claims of púca off the coast of Ireland. There was a photograph shown with a blurry black shape in the far corner, and the caption was entitled: “The mythical beast itself.”

  The man read on in complete fascination. Apparently, púca had been sighted, and they weren’t benevolent. The blog post discussed an event where a local from the Aran Islands was supposedly killed by púca—
while Felicity had been there to investigate.

  The man shook his head. Work hadn’t been this exciting in ages. In fact, the man couldn’t recall a single instance where a claim of the paranormal turned out to be true. Everything was far too pedestrian nowadays.

  He leaned back in his chair and scanned through the article again. Even though it was fascinating, and the murder of a woman couldn’t be taken lightly, an investigation could cost millions of pounds. The agency was on a tighter budget than usual. If he deleted the email, that’d be the end of it. If he escalated the email, it would launch a costly and lengthy inquiry.

  The man let his cursor hover over the delete key as he debated his course of action. He figured that with the sizable fan base of Everyday Supernatural, tourists were bound to flock to the Aran Islands in droves. The next couple of months would be one wild ride, one way or the other.

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