No. I need to be with Christy.
Mentally, she tried to brush the ridiculous thoughts of a future and living from her head. Okay. This was foolish and extremely dangerous. She had to take control of the situation.
But it was too late.
In a flash they were both naked. Flesh against flesh. Even his boots and cowboy hat vanished.
She whimpered, feeling his hard erection snug against her belly. Her nipples had turned into sensitive nubs. Just the scrape of his chest against hers sent shards of fire through their peaks. She tried to inhale, a weak attempt that only left her breathless.
“Please,” she moaned, tossing back her head. Her hair swung across her ass sending chills up her spine. “I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me. Now.”
Satisfied male laughter greeted her. “Darlin’, I’m gonna fuck you, but first I’ll make love to you. Slowly, the way a woman deserves.”
Was this man real? Or was his plan to kill her softly?
In a heartbeat he swept her off her feet. She felt small in his arms, feminine, as he carried her to the bed. Gently he laid her down upon the patchwork comforter and he moved away.
The sight made her next breath stick in her throat. It was the first time she had seen him naked, and the man was huge. She wasn’t talking about the breadth of his chest, his muscular biceps, or the taut chords that raced through his powerful thighs. His cock was at least eight inches of long, hard pleasure.
The thought of him buried deep inside her released a flood of excitement between her thighs. Her mouth watered to wrap her lips around his firmness, to watch his control vaporize as she took all of him.
From the nightstand by the bed, she watched as he extracted two small ropes.
A sharp spark of apprehension broke the spell he had cast over her. As he turned to gaze at her with darkened eyes, she froze. Surely, he wasn’t thinking about tying her to his four-poster bed.
Fallon almost broke into laughter. She was being foolish. A Master vampire didn’t need ropes to restrain his victims. His magic was more powerful than any slip of cord. If he wanted to suppress her he could accomplish it with a mere thought. She knew this all too well from experience.
Besides, she was strong enough to break a rope or, with a single thought, cause it to go up in flames.
Still it pleased her that when he touched her mind and felt her anxiety, he whispered, “Trust me.”
As he approached, his fangs pressed against his bottom lip. Broad shouldered and lean hipped, he breathed life back into her arousal, stirring the heat of passion to flame anew. If only she could believe the sensual way he smiled at her was for her alone, not just a passing rage of hormones—a one night rodeo.
But trust—never.
And why was she thinking like this? The man was simply a means to an end. Wasn’t he? Just someone to teach her what she needed to know to defeat Chavez.
With long, slow swipes, he ran the cool ropes across her breasts. Her nipples drew even tighter so they pulsated with unrelenting hunger. Her globes felt heavy and achy, needing to feel his hands and mouth on them.
At that moment, Fallon knew she would take what she needed from him, and then she’d be gone. The callous thought vanished as his hand circled her wrist.
Intensity like she’d never seen before flared in his eyes, as he drew her arm above her head. His sultry gaze swept over her body with a touch she could feel across every inch of her skin. It tightened each muscle and tendon inside her with anticipation.
“It makes me hot just thinking of you tied to my bed, helpless to my desires.” His voice was a mixture of sand and silk across her heightened skin. He inhaled, scenting her and she could have sworn his cock grew even firmer.
The sensual picture of her naked, tied to his bed, and this sexy man posed above her released the most delicious wave of moisture to dampen her thighs.
A moment of silence, then he moved forward and asked, “Would you like me to tie you up?”
His cock jerked, gaining her attention. But it was the heaviness in his voice, the hunger in his gaze that warmed her from the inside out. Her tongue slid between her dry lips. “Yes,” she answered before she realized it.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Tie me up and fuck me until the sun rises.
He was true to his promise. Every movement was slow, painfully slow, as he fastened one wrist, and then the other to separate bedposts. His fingertips feathered down the inside of her arm, brushed the swell of one breast, before he traced a line from her waist to her hip. Then he leaned over and lightly blew on her nipple. The sensation was immediate. Sharp stings of fire surged through her breasts, releasing a spasm low in her belly.
“Beautiful,” he said before dipping his head and taking her nub into his mouth.
“Oh…” Fallon’s back arched off the bed, pushing her closer, deeper into his caress. He nipped the hardened peak, and she gasped at the wonderful force shattering in all directions.
“Do you like that?” His voice was warm against her wet skin.
“Oh, God, yes.” The words came fast and needy from her trembling lips. “More. Please. More.” More in like spread my thighs, cowboy, and fuck me all night long.
A rich chuckle surfaced, before he took her other nipple into his mouth. With exquisite pressure he sucked, while kneading her other breast. His tongue made circles around her engorged tip, flicking it several times, making her pull against her constraints.
She wanted to touch him so badly, to feel all that firm muscle beneath her palms, and to hold on to him as he carried her away.
With just a thought she could untie herself. She was dying to weave her fingers through his hair and press him closer to her. But Fallon had to admit, knowing she couldn’t touch him only heightened the depth of her arousal. This was more delicious than she had ever dreamed.
All too soon, he pulled away, sitting up beside her. “Damn, woman, you’re sexy.” He stroked her with his hot gaze, stopping at the apex of her thighs. His breathing was labored. His nostrils flared. “I need to taste you. Now.” The last word came out upon a snarl. The dark, dangerous expression on his face raised the heat in her body.
When he pushed between her legs, spreading her wide, she held her breath. Just the thought of him licking her pussy intimately made her go up in flames.
As he leaned in and ran his tongue across her folds a gush of air burst from her lips, a cry of passion chasing it. Her knees fell apart to give him more access. She raised her hips from the bed, desperately needing him to take her deeper into his mouth. When he clamped down on her clit, drawing it into his mouth, her world tore asunder.
In abandonment, she writhed beneath him. He grasped her hips, holding her still, his mouth and tongue relentless, wringing out her orgasm, forcing her to withstand his assault. Threads of ecstasy ripped from her core, shot up her womb, before rippling to every limb of her body. She tried to hold back the next scream, but couldn’t. Her cry only triggered his hunger. A deep, resonant growl surfaced as he went wild sucking and nipping, his tongue driving harder and deeper into her pussy, until she screeched, “Stop. No more. I can’t take it.”
Then she felt a sharp pain as his fangs pierced the tender skin between her thighs, suddenly releasing another orgasm that shook her from head to toe. Spasm after spasm tightened and released, fast and furious, pushing her mind and body past the point of rational thought and into a place that could only be described as heaven and hell. Her head felt like it was spinning, her body thrown into a mass of sensation.
And then it was gone. A peace like she had never known cradled her. She was floating, a leaf caught in a gentle breeze as she slipped back into reality.
From the vee of her legs, he glanced up through heavy-lidded eyes, a twitch teasing his mouth. Something tightened in her chest. He was drop-dead gorgeous and clearly pleased with himself.
Men.
“My turn.” Adrian moved atop her body, gliding his lean, solid chest across her sensitive flesh. With ease he looped
his arms beneath the bend of her knees, slowly spreading her thighs wider and raising her hips off the bed.
For what seemed like forever he stared at her slit. Inhaling deeply, a quiet rumble rose in his throat.
In a single thrust he filled her completely.
Fallon groaned with the deep, penetrating sensation. Unable to take her eyes off him, she continued to watch him stare at the juncture where their bodies met.
“God, I knew you’d be hot and tight.” He extracted his cock only to pierce her once again. Over and over, slow and forceful, he consumed her body. “Damn, darlin’. Hot. Slick.” He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. “You feel good. So. Damn. Good.”
A flush of heat rolled across her skin. Moist perspiration made their bodies slick, the friction building as he pressed close to her. Her inner muscles tightened around him, small contractions that suckled him gently as he rocked into her cradle.
Fallon pulled at her bindings. “Let me go. I need to touch you.” As quickly as she could blink she was free. She reached for him. Her long fingernails scraped down his spine.
A tremor shook him. She felt it shimmer through her.
“My turn to taste you,” she whispered in his ear.
“I won’t last that long if you do,” he admitted without shame, as he continued to thrust in and out of her body. His arms quivered. “Fuck, darlin’—” His voice broke. “Ahhh…” One last thrust and he ground his hips to hers. His climax triggered another round of spasms to tighten and release inside her.
Fallon opened her mouth, driving her incisors deep into his neck.
Pure unadulterated pleasure flowed through her body as his blood filled her mouth. The coppery scent permeated her nose. The sweet taste draining down her throat as she fed hit her with an impact. Every nerve woke, jittery, as if they would spring from her skin. The power and strength in his blood united with hers. She cried out around his flesh as another climax struck, shaking her to the bones. Even when she was alive, she had never-ever felt anything like this.
She drank and drank, until he murmured, “Fallon, that’s enough.”
Oh, shit.
With a swipe of her tongue, she closed the pinpricks, sealing away the greatest feed she had ever had. She could still feel the magic that was Adrian flowing through her veins. Energized and happy, she released a contented sigh. The thought made her mentally stumble. Happy? She hadn’t felt that emotion in the last year and a half.
Guilt swamped her. She didn’t deserve to be happy. Christy certainly wasn’t happy.
Adrian felt the moment Fallon pulled away from him. Her body tensed beneath him. She trembled.
Was she upset that he stopped her from feeding?
“I’d better be going.” The tightness in her voice scraped across his skin. It grated on his nerves, made him want to reach out and entrap her within his arms.
No way was he letting her leave. He lay, still buried within her body, nuzzled her neck, and then softly kissed her. “Stay with me.” His request startled him.
Her eyes squeezed shut. “That wasn’t our deal.” She swallowed hard, as her eyelids swept open.
“I know.” His cock was already hardening as his hips began to rock against her. “I haven’t had enough of you.”
Uneasy laughter rang in his ear. “You haven’t, have you?” Surprise was evident in her uplifted tone.
He gazed into her eyes. “Nah. I don’t think I ever will.”
She brushed a lock of his hair off his forehead. Her voice softened. “Cowboy, that almost sounded like a proposition.”
She was right. It did.
What was wrong with him? She was a stranger, a woman running from something or someone. And what about her Master? He still had not identified who she belonged to.
Mine, whispered through his mind.
The decisive thought rattled him. She wasn’t his—never would be. He was only kidding himself if he thought differently. Still he said, “What if it is? Would you stay?”
Man, he just kept digging himself deeper and deeper. But he knew he couldn’t let her leave. The woman had wrapped him around her little finger, in a manner of speaking, and there was no trying to argue with the fact.
He wanted her.
His body craved hers.
A shadow crept across her face. She almost looked saddened by his invitation. Then she forced a half-smile that wasn’t very convincing. “Sure. Why not?” She shrugged nonchalantly like she could take or leave him. That little bit of knowledge didn’t feel real good, especially when she added, “But you have to promise me one thing. You’ll let me go when I say it’s time. And…you won’t probe my memories or read my mind. I’m a solitary person. I enjoy my privacy.”
Don’t agree with this ultimatum, his conscience screamed. He knew it wasn’t wise when he said, “Agreed.” For a second he thought the little voice in the back of his head groaned with disapproval. Good sense evaporated in her presence. “Now, where were we?” He wiggled his hips, his erection fully pressed into her tight channel.
Laughter flickered in her eyes. “You were just about to fuck me hard and fast.” She writhed beneath him. “Ride me, cowboy.”
Chapter Five
The sweet innocent laughter of a child filled Fallon’s head as she took her first breath. She lay unmoving, waiting for Christy to say, “Mommy, I love you.” When it happened her daughter’s voice echoed in her ears.
A tear formed in the corner of Fallon’s eye.
As she waited for Christy’s scream, the heavy weight of guilt and loneliness swamped Fallon threatening to drag her down into the inky depths of depression. But something was different about tonight. She tried to comprehend the warmth surrounding her.
Chavez?
Fallon felt the claws of fear sink into her mind. She struggled but the arms around her tightened, choking the air from her lungs. Chavez had done this to her before. As she had woken from a nightmare he had given her a sense of peace—of comfort—then jerked it away, allowing the dream to hit her with the force of an avalanche burying her with pain.
Christy screamed in Fallon’s mind.
When her daughter’s mouth opened again, she heard her own mental voice joining Christy’s.
Fallon tried to plunge from the soil. But the arms around her held her deep within the earth.
As she continued to scream in her mind, the dirt layered atop her abruptly exploded upward and then rained down upon her.
She struggled against the hold on her. A deep masculine voice rose above her desperate cries. “Hush, darlin’. It’s okay. I’m here.”
Still she fought, but it was useless. Her arms and legs were pressed against an unmoving body of stone.
“Open your eyes,” the masculine voice demanded, leaving no room for discussion as he pressed her mind with his command to obey.
When her eyes slit open, golden not dark black hair framed a handsome face. She gulped in a gasp of relief. It wasn’t Chavez, but Adrian. Last night’s events came rushing up to greet her.
Adrian. Not the monster of her nightmares.
She couldn’t help throwing her arms around him and holding on.
“Happy to see me?” Although his words were lighthearted, she heard the concern taut in his voice.
She gathered her composure and released him. “Nightmare.” A tremor raked her spine.
He frowned. “From your scream it was more than a nightmare.”
She didn’t want to discuss the dream. Instead she gazed at her surroundings. They rested in a cave. The rich scent of earth surrounded them. Together they lay in a hole some might call a grave. Were they below the house he had brought her to last night or had he whisked her away without her knowledge to another location?
She didn’t have time to ponder the thought as the thunder of feet descending the stairs that led to his resting place sounded. All too soon the room filled with strangers. She pressed her naked body close to Adrian as five sets of eyes stared down upon them.
A stern looking man of Indian descent knelt at the edge of where they lay. His hair was as jet black and as long as Fallon’s, falling softly over his shoulders as he peered into their shallow grave. Muscular thighs stressed the threads of his blue jeans, showing off the firm bulge between his legs. He wore brushed-leather moccasins that went to his knees. With a touch of his fingers to his straw cowboy hat he greeted Fallon, and then yanked his head in an upward nod. “Boss, what’s the problem?”
“No problem, Cougar,” Adrian assured him as he drew Fallon closer into his embrace.
A blond-haired man with a cocky grin said, “I’d say we’re the problem at the moment.” His laughing gaze swept across Fallon’s bare hip, following the line of her body until their eyes met. “Ma’am.” He caressed the brim of his Stetson like it was a woman. Sensuality seeped from every pore. His boyish good looks cried danger to any woman within his vicinity.
Adrian made a surly sound and a sheet materialized from out of nowhere, covering them both.
The blond man released a stream of hearty laughter. The slender redheaded woman standing next to him poked him hard in the side.
“Umph,” he groaned. “Maggie?” He tried to embrace her as she swiftly side-stepped him.
“Don’t Maggie me, Tucker,” she huffed, fire blazing in her green eyes. Her ivory skin was pink with an expression of irritation that spread across her pretty features.
“Baby—”
The endearment earned him another sharp elbow to the ribcage as he closed in on Maggie. Tucker’s arms slid around her waist. She squirmed in an attempt to free herself, but Fallon thought her struggle pitifully weak, especially for a vampire. All present were immortal except for the elderly man who nailed her with a grim glare.
“Don’t look to me anything’s amiss.” The man, around seventy, turned his head to the side and spat chewing tobacco on the dirt floor.
Fallon touched his mind. Gary was his name. He was human. Adrian’s foreman.
“What’s all the caterwauling about?” Gary moved the wad of chew deeper into the pouch of his bottom lip with his tongue, and then rubbed his gray-whiskered chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Women.” He turned and stomped away. She could hear his uneven gate move up the stairs.
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