Falden didn’t need a second invitation. Moving to deepen the kiss, to wrap her in his arms, he tried to shift his hand but met resistance. Damn. One hand was still shackled to the bed with the handcuff. Thoughts of getting any more information out of her disappeared in the face of his need. With very little effort, he snapped the link and was free, his hand burying itself in the mass of her dark hair. Her sharp intake of breath gave him pause. Had his inhuman strength scared her? Made her change her mind?
With the kiss broken, he eased away. Gave her room. He needed her to know who she was dealing with. He was not human. He was stronger, bigger, faster than she could imagine. He’d grown stronger with age. He’d been ancient, one of the Elders, long before his planet had been destroyed. Not even his closest companions, his Lumerian Knights, knew his true age. His power, his strength, were legendary, even among his own kind.
Tucking a strand of hair behind Isabella’s ear, he caved to temptation, capturing her bottom lip between his and nipping gently. They both groaned.
Isabella was the first to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is crazy. I’m so mad at you.”
“Mad?” he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. “Or afraid? I am not human.”
Isabella scrunched up her nose at the challenge as she rolled off the bed in a huff, backing up to lean against the wall, her dark eyes shooting daggers. “You ruined a really important meeting. Of course I’m mad. Why would I be afraid? What are you insinuating? Are you planning on hurting me?” she questioned suspiciously. “You have never referred to yourself as Caldorian. But you’re not human. So what are you?”
Her gaze left his to travel the length of his boxer-clad body. She couldn’t help the tingle that ran up her spine at his chiseled physique. The man was seriously hot. Even angry, she wanted him. Responded to him in an elemental way.
Her breathing quickened as he moved off the bed, a predator silently stalking its prey, his muscles rippling with power and strength as he came to stand directly in front of her, shoulders straight, feet planted slightly more than shoulder-width apart. He placed one hand on either side of her head and leaned in slightly, effectively caging her in. A frisson of excitement raced down her spine, pooling in her core at the look of pure hunger in his eyes. “I am nothing you know, Isabella. But I will not hurt you.”
“Why did you show up at the bar two nights ago?”
“Because you were there.”
“You were not supposed to be there. You didn’t know the code words.”
“I knew enough.”
“That’s not an answer. How did you know I would be there? What did you do to my contact? Did you kill him? Arrest him? Where is he? Tell me. I don’t want to have to start this shit over.”
“You first, Isabella. Why were you there? What were you doing in that enticing red dress and sex-seeking shoes?”
Sex-seeking shoes? The urge to slap him was strong. “What kind of question is that?”
“It is the only one that matters.” It shouldn’t be, but he wasn’t thinking straight. Maybe the maju paste had gone to his head, but all he could think about was claiming her, burying his cock inside her, making her his. He didn’t care who she had been in the bar to find. In fact, the thought of her meeting another male made his blood boil and his cock grow rigid with a need to remind her exactly who she belonged to. Him.
He was losing his mind. Over a female.
“You ruined weeks of work, Falden. Weeks. Of. Work.” Her gaze was defiant. Angry. He wanted to kiss that defiance away, turn it to something more agreeable. Like longing. Need. Lust.
“So tell me, Isabella. Tell me why you were there. Who you were meeting.”
She shook her head. She wanted to tell him everything, and that was not an option. “Look, I’ll tell King Dagan everything, if you get me on base.”
“Tell me first. I have no reason to trust you with the king.”
“Look, Sevron was my friend, all right? And he told me not to trust anyone. No one but the king. So, take me to your leader.” She almost laughed at the sci-fi reference she was quite sure he would not catch.
“No. I do not trust you, Ella Jones.” He used her false name for the first time and she was shocked by how much hearing the name on his lips upset her equilibrium. She wanted him to like her, which was just stupid. He was an alien and a liar. And he had no clue how to treat women.
Crossing her arms, she decided he was not sexy at all. Not. At. All. “I saved your life, John. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t have woken up here, in my comfortable bed, all healed up and glowing like a lightbulb.”
His gaze dropped to his chest, rose to inspect his arms. Every bare inch of flesh glowed where she’d rubbed him down with paste, healed him.
Claimed him, even if she didn’t know the significance of what she’d done. He did. And oddly, he wanted more.
“You saved my life, Bella.” He bent low and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her jaw.
“Falden. You can’t just yell at me like an asshole and then kiss me.” She said so, but that was exactly what he was doing. Every time his lips touched her skin her resolve crumbled.
“How long did it take you to apply the paste?” He closed his lips over the sensitive flesh covering her collar bone. Sucked gently. Held himself still when she moaned.
“I don’t know.”
“How long?” He needed to know. Most females were in a hurry, eager for the pleasure their mates would give them. To be covered head to toe as he was? Rare. Had she truly been his, he would have paraded naked in the Knight’s training facilities to boast of her adoration. Her obsession. Her gift to him.
“Hours. A couple of hours.” Instinctively she gave him access to her neck, tilting her head to one side, wanting him to kiss more of the sensitive area.
Falden growled low in his throat, her submission a sweet aphrodisiac. His body tightened almost unbearably. Hunger, sharp and vast, crashed through him. He’d ignored his own needs for so long, his iron control never wavering, until now. Until her. He remained silent, his unblinking gaze intense, probing and full of intent. When she didn’t protest, he stepped closer, one knee nudging between her thighs. The moment she shifted, he took full advantage, burying his leg between hers, wedging himself against her heat, his hard thigh easily taking her weight as he pushed up, forcing her to her toes, her hands reaching out to him for balance. The tiny feminine sound she made nearly drove him mad, his control slipping another notch. His shaft, already long and hard, lengthened even more, the head getting wider, filling with blood.
Shivering with heightened awareness of the strong muscles nestled between her legs, Isabella tried to remain still within his ever-tightening circle of control, her thin boy shorts and T-shirt affording her very little protection. His leg pushed her up farther. Rubbing. Seeking. Moaning, she ground her mound against him, her engorged nub begging for attention.
She knew what he was doing. Knew she should protest. And yet every cell in her body was screaming for more. Her heart pounded in anticipation. Her tongue darted out, nervously wetting her lips. Her nipples were hard, tight peaks against the threadbare shirt, every breath causing the fabric to brush against the tips in sensual torment. Wet heat moistened the boy shorts she’d hastily donned before going to bed, core pounding in time to her thundering heart.
Digging her fingers into his hard bicep, she let out a token protest, her voice far too wispy to carry any real weight. “I’m still mad at you. We should talk.”
Falden lifted one hand from the wall and slowly brushed a stray lock of hair back behind her shoulder as he leaned down to brush his lips lightly against the vulnerable, silky skin of her neck. His finger traced from her wrist, up and over her shoulder, along her collarbone and then paused at the junction between her breasts. At her shiver, his lips quirked knowingly before gently outlining one tight areola, his voice deepening. “You lit my markings. Had your hands all over me. Your nipples are hard, begging for more,” he rasped, ea
sing his leg down enough to provide an opening for his hand so that he could slide his fingers below the waistband of her shorts just a little, ready to plunge into her wet heat, waiting for her to acknowledge his intention, giving her time to say no.
Isabella’s hand relaxed on his bicep and then slid down to cover his hand where it rested halfway inside her shorts, torn between wanting him to bury himself deep inside her and knowing that they really needed to talk. He’d taken a bullet for her. She didn’t know who he was or why he’d been at the bar, but he was no John Doe. No black market dealer. No traitor. Every instinct she had told her that he was one of the good guys. Still, that didn’t give her much to go on. She should stop him. Ask questions. Find answers. Her traitorous body won out, and she spread her legs, silently giving him permission to continue. Her hand stayed glued to his, following his lead, encouraging his invasion.
Falden knew what she wanted, what she needed. Her body wept for his. “Spread your legs wider,” he commanded. When she complied without hesitation, submitting to his authority, he pushed deeper into her shorts, searching for her wet heat. Sliding one long, thick finger deep into her tight, waiting channel, he growled, “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, taste you with my mouth, and then, when you’re hoarse from screaming my name, I’m going to spread you wide and take you with my cock. I will claim every inch of you. Fill you with my seed. Do you understand?”
Her nipples tightened painfully at his commanding tone, the tight peaks contracting even harder. Her core throbbed with need. Lifting her knee, she placed the flat of her bare foot on the wall behind her, easing her bent knee outward, giving him better access. Not for a single moment did she forget about the finger buried deep inside her, unmoving, waiting for her answer. Her sheath clenched around him, her awareness of being filled in this manner only intensifying the longer he withheld movement, as if he was making sure she knew who was in charge of her body. In charge of her pleasure. Her every release. He’d invaded her, taken control. All she had to do was give in. “Yes. I understand. Please. Yes,” she said, breathless.
No sooner had she agreed than he pulled his finger most of the way out, added another, then drilled deep. Hard. Fast. She cried out. His fingers filled her. Stretched her. Worked her body into a frenzy. His other hand left the wall and tugged at her nipple through her shirt. He pulled and played, flicked his thumb back and forth over the tip in opposing motion to the fingers inside her. He wasn’t human. Even his hands, his fingers were bigger. Stronger. Faster. Back and forth, in and out. Her breath came in short pants. Higher and higher he pushed her, until her inner walls spasmed, the rhythmic squeeze and release unrelenting. She cried out. Her leg buckled, forcing him to withdraw his fingers as she slid down.
Falden swooped her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, carrying her weight with ease. His hands, large and sure, held her in place, anchoring her hips against his as he walked with her back to the bed. He was far from done with her. “Put your hands in my hair and hang on until I give you permission to let go,” he ordered.
Unable to resist his commanding tone, she obeyed, running her hands up his broad, muscular shoulders, then stroking through his dark hair. Her fingers, her whole body was tingling. As she studied his markings, still brightly lit, her desire rose again, swift and fierce.
Lowering her to the bed, he wasted no time removing her shirt, instead tearing the flimsy cotton from hem to hem. He kissed her, his mouth mastering hers, demanding her total submission. She gave him everything.
His mouth trailed hot kisses along her neck, traveling lower, flicking and teasing first one breast, then the other, alternately nipping and tugging on the hard peaks, then soothing them with his tongue.
She imagined him doing the same to her clit. Her hips jerked in response, silently begging. She wanted to scream when Falden chuckled, then nipped at her again. His hands and mouth explored her body, stroked every curve, memorized every sensitive spot, then started all over again.
Only then, when her body was tingling and at fever pitch once again, did he remove her panties, pull her bottom to the edge of the mattress, and spread her knees, exposing her feminine lips. She’d never felt so naked. Vulnerable. Needy.
Kneeling at the edge of the bed between her legs, he took his time, fanning her heated flesh with his breath as he demanded in a deep tone that brooked no argument, “Use your hands to keep your knees open.”
Nodding, she wrapped her hands around her knees, pulling them up and open, nerves and anticipation making her movements jerky. Wet heat trickled from her center. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, certain he’d seen. She’d never been told to hold herself open, never had a man stare at her as he was doing, never been inspected. Her heart tripped over her breastbone, her lips suddenly dry as she choked out, “Please.”
Falden’s brows flashed up, but his feasting eyes never left her. “Please what?”
She groaned, partly in embarrassment, partly with need. “Falden, please.”
Hungry blue eyes met brown. Held. Seconds passed, perhaps minutes, she didn’t know. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t break contact. In his eyes she saw hunger and determination. Possession. Her pulse quickened. Sandalwood, spice and Falden’s own unique scent mingled with the scent of her arousal. She wanted, needed him to fill her. “Falden,” she begged.
“Try not to let go,” he said, winking.
“Falden!”
Faster than her eyes could track, he was there. His mouth locked on to her clit. His tongue devouring, teasing the sensitive bud, flicking, sucking, rolling. At the same time two fingers plunged inside her. Thrusting deep, he found the spot she loved. Oh God. The spot. Pushed, stroked. Teased. Higher and higher he drove her. The sensations were too much. Her toes tingled. Her feet. Legs. Orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. Huge, crashing waves. Thunder. Lightning. She heard a loud, keening sound, then realized it came from her. Her eyes rolled back, and everything went dark.
She regained awareness slowly. Falden had moved them away from the edge of the bed. They were in the center this time. He was lying next to her, propped up on one arm so that he could lean over her and draw lazy circles around her breasts, shoulders, stomach. She was still so sensitive, even the smallest touch sent sparks straight to her feminine core. She’d had two of the most intense orgasms of her life, and still she wanted more. Needed him to finish what he’d started. Needed him to fill her.
Turning slightly, she lifted one hand to his shoulders, delicately tracing the glowing blue whirls.
Falden’s look was full of smug male satisfaction, said he knew exactly what he’d done to her and took full credit.
Laughing, she smacked him playfully. In an instant his smile faded, his eyes flashed with heat. Leaning down, he gave her a long, soul-searching kiss. She lost all sense of time and place.
Finally, her lips swollen, head spinning, juices flowing, she pulled back, moaning. Gazing deeply into his eyes, she had to ask. Had to know the answer. “I am serious. Why did you come to the bar? Who are you?”
Falden stared at Isabella. His cock was so hard he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. He’d played with her, teased her body, focused entirely on her. Would his answer be the end of their time together? Would she run from him? He would tell her what he could. It would have to be enough for now.
“My name is Falden Corshival. I came to the bar because I knew you had been in contact with Sevron. I wanted to talk to you…find out who you were going to meet. You’re mixed up with some very unsavory people,” he said, growling the last. “I need to know who you’re working with, Isabella. That’s all I can tell you.”
She weighed his words. Looked deeply into earnest blue eyes. In their depths she saw commitment. Determination. And secrets. This man had a lot of secrets. Pulling his head down to hers, she took advantage and nipped at his bottom lip. “I think we’re both a little short on trust.” She nipped his lip again. “I’m not sure that matters right now.”
/> Falden growled, then rolled them so that she was beneath him, her legs cradling his hips. His cock was hard. Ready. Precum leaked from the tip as he lined himself up, eager to drive deep. “Say you’re sure, my Bella. I’m not human. Take a good look at my cock. I’ve made you as ready to take me as I can, but I’m big. Bigger than any human man you may have been with, and I set a hard pace. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’ll stop if that’s what you want. You have to be sure.”
Isabella wrapped her hands around his cock. He hadn’t been lying. He was massive. Long and incredibly thick. She thrilled at the sight of him, her nipples tight, her pussy wet and throbbing. He was so strong. Big. A warrior with single-minded intent. She shivered. His goal was to take her. Master her body. Claim her. Guiding him to her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wet heat, she nodded. “Yes. I’m sure.”
With one slow, smooth stroke Falden drove deep, burying himself to the hilt. He pulled most of the way out, then slammed home. Again. And again. Each time a little harder. Faster. He was so long and thick, every stroke hit just the right spot. Every inch of him took her to new heights. Stretched her. In that moment she felt, knew he owned a piece of her. He was so big she could feel the veins of his shaft pulsing inside her. She’d given her consent, and he’d taken control. In. Out. Faster. Harder. She cried out as another orgasm ripped through her, the buildup so rapid she wasn’t prepared for the wave of sensation.
Before she had time to calm down, he flipped her over. “Get on your knees,” he commanded, helping her into the position he wanted. “Now spread your legs as far as you can.”
Isabella did as he directed, her whole body still a tingling, hot mess. Leaning forward, resting her head on her forearms, her bottom raised in the air, she spread her legs as wide as she could. He placed a hand on her lower back and pushed down, forcing her legs to widen even farther. She groaned, the stretch bordering on pain.
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