Fallen Star (23 page)

“Khan!”

She opened Sobehk’s wardrobe and caught a flash of movement in the mirror. She turned.

Khan faced her, holding Sobehk around the waist with his hand fisted in Sobehk’s long white hair.

Sobehk grabbed Khan around the shoulders. “What are you doing?”

Khan jerked Sobehk’s head to one side and sank his teeth into Sobehk’s shoulder.

Sobehk shouted and shuddered. “Fuck ... Khan!”

Khan stared at Fallon as he pulled his teeth free and licked the wounds he’d made. He leaned back, releasing Sobehk’s hair. “How do you feel now?” He licked his lips and smiled.

Sobehk groaned. “Okay, that worked, you bastard.” He bowed his head and chuckled tiredly. “Still up to your old tricks?”

Khan shrugged, just a little. “Perhaps one or two.”

“Is that so?” Sobehk caught Khan’s face in his palms. “Payback can be a bitch.” He pressed his open mouth to Khan’s, kissing him.

Khan’s eyes opened wide, then closed. His arms slid around Sobehk’s waist as he kissed him back.

Their lips parted, and they leaned against each other with their heads together. Khan turned and helped Sobehk step down into the knee-deep bed.

Okay ...
Fallon turned and tucked Sobehk’s robe and kilt in his wardrobe. Perhaps the two of them together wasn’t such an odd combination. She’d seen odder pairings, and there seemed to be some kind of romantic history between them. She just hoped it wasn’t ugly history. Broken hearts made vicious enemies faster than cold-blooded murder.

Chapter Twenty

“Isabeau!”

Fallon flinched. What in fury did Khan want now? Oh, yeah, for her to get in that open target of a bed. “Coming,
‘Syr
.” She closed the wardrobe door and headed back across the room, tugging at her sash. She had her robes off her shoulders by the time she reached the edge of the bed. She would slip out as soon as Sobehk fell asleep.

Khan held out his hand.

Fallon gave him her robes and sash.

Sobehk was a pale and delicious vision among the tumble of red and gold pillows. His long sweep of frost-white hair glowed against the black silk sheets. He pulled back the black comforter and smiled. “Come.”

Fallon dropped down into the bed and slid under the covers. Sobehk was almost hot against her bare skin. He smelled wonderful and precious. She leaned in close to sweep a hand across his chest and pressed a kiss over his heart.

Sobehk rolled over her, and his mouth took hers with hunger.

She leaned up into his kiss. She’d missed him. Excitement washed through her body with sudden voracious heat. She moaned into his mouth as cream slicked her thighs.

His hand slid between her thighs, parting them. His fingers explored her intimate folds, and he groaned in appreciation. His fingertips rubbed against her clit, inciting small bolts of delight.

Fallon moaned into his mouth and lifted her hips, pressing against his palm.

He released her lips and pulled his hand away to suck on his damp fingers. He smiled. Shifting his hips, he settled between her thighs and sighed. His primary cock nosed between her slick folds, pressing for immediate entry.

Fallon gasped. He was hard, both of his cocks. Khan’s bite ...

He thrust and sank into her with a soft groan, his secondary cock nudging for entry into her ass. It was slick with something. Sobehk chuckled. “Khan was kind enough to grease me. Open for me.”

She looked up to see Khan watching them from the edge of the bed. An odd and hungry smile curled his full lips, and heat darkened his copper eyes.

She frowned. Khan obviously wanted the two of them together ... like this. He was pleased that they were together ... like this. But Khan had made damned sure she admitted that she wasn’t Sobehk’s. What was going on?

Sobehk nipped sharply at her nipple.

She yelped and jumped.

“Pay attention when I’m fucking you!” Sobehk groaned as he pushed. “Let me in.”

Fallon arched, pushing, forcing her body open.

He surged hard and slid within, groaning in obvious pleasure.

Fallon moaned. Tight fullness, exquisite ache, dark pleasure ... He filled her, and her heart leaped to have him there. She closed her arms around his neck and locked her heels around his hips.
Sobehk ...
She arched in eager hunger. She loved him. Great Maker, she
loved
him. And wanted him right where he was, in her body. Desperately.

He panted, then surged again, seating himself to the root. He groaned. “Mother Night, it’s good to be back in here.” He closed his arms around Fallon’s waist and rolled, bringing her atop him.

Fallon sat up, straddling his hips, not wanting to put any pressure on his bandaged middle.

His eyes were dark, wide pits outlined in sapphire brilliance. He smiled and caught the back of her neck. He pulled her down to him, his mouth taking her nipple. He sucked with brutal tenderness. His teeth scored her breast.

Delight scorched from his mouth straight to her clit and throbbed. The scent of his arousal rolled from his skin, electrifying her. She moaned.

He released her nipple and cupped her breasts in his warm palms, pinching and rolling the swollen tips between thumb and forefinger.

Fallon whimpered with the exquisite fire stirred by his fingers.

He licked his lips. “Fuck me, kitten. Fuck me hard.”

She rocked forward and up, leaning into his hands. The shafts slid outward. Decadent delight. She sat back and they slid within. The ripple of pleasure in her core was laced with the bright edge of pain in her ass. She rose and fell. It felt so good, it felt so right ... More, she needed more.

She caught his wrists, holding his hands to her breasts, using him for leverage, rising sharply and falling hard in increasingly stronger lunges.

Sobehk groaned and moved under her. His knees came up, and he thrust in counterpoint to her driving plunges. His mouth opened, showing long teeth. He groaned. “Chaos.” He sucked in a breath. “Almost there.” His breath quickened, and he increased his thrusts in speed and strength, grunting with effort.

Fallon felt the sudden and violent rise of heat and tension that marked approaching climax. She was going to cum ...

Sobehk arched tautly under her, and his pupils abruptly changed from round to feline slits. A rumbling, liquid growl vibrated through him.

A shiver of anticipation raced through Fallon. She felt the fullness in her cunt and her ass swell with alarming speed. She rose from him. She didn’t want to get locked to his body.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Sobehk snarled and twisted, rolling her under him and grinding mercilessly within her. “Your tight little body will squeeze the cum from my knots in one long delicious orgasm guaranteed to give me an excellent night’s sleep.”

Fallon hissed and bucked as the tightness stretched her. Movement became uncomfortable.

Sobehk growled in masculine triumph. “Oh, yeah ... good and tied.”

She twisted hard and yelped. He was lodged tight in her. They were locked. She glared at him. “Bastard!”

Sobehk leaned up and smiled hungrily. “Yep.” His head dropped and his teeth sank into her shoulder.

Release exploded through her in a hot wet rush. She howled and bucked frantically under him, her nails scoring his butt and thighs.

His tongue stroked the bite on her shoulder. “Mmm, that was nice. Do that again.” His mouth shifted, and his teeth sank into her a second time, only a few centimeters from the first bite.

She gasped, shocked. The venom in his bite made the second bite sharper, harsher, and hotter.

Climax knotted in her belly and rushed outward in a blaze of glory that burned up her arching spine and ripped a scream from her throat.

Sobehk ground into her, riding her bucking climax. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Fallon whimpered as she came down from her release and panted under him, soaked in sweat, the air perfumed with the rich musk of lust.

“Isabeau ...” His mouth found hers in a leisurely but thorough kiss.

Fallon kissed him back, glad to her soul to have him exactly where he was, safe in her arms, though annoyed that she was stuck in the damned bed.

His arms closed tight around her and he rolled to his side, their bodies locked in carnal intimacy and their legs entwined. His tongue swept deliciously against hers. A purr boiled from his chest. He pulled back and stared at her with eyes dark yet hooded with sleepy heat. “Isabeau.” He brushed the hair from her damp brow then pressed a kiss there. He pulled her against his heart. “Go to sleep.”

Fallon glanced up past Sobehk’s broad shoulder to see that Khan still watched from the edge of the bed. His eyes were hot, but his mouth was tight. He rose and moved away.

Sobehk’s heart pounded against her ear in a steady rhythm even as his purr closed around her.

* * * * *

Someone came into the bed.

Fallon started awake.

An unknown Skeldhi in long, sleeveless gray robes bent toward Sobehk.

Her entire body tensed, and a growl of warning boiled from her throat.

The gray-robed Skeldhi jerked back.

“Isabeau, no.” Khan was suddenly in the bed at her side. He caught the chain around her throat and tugged slightly. “He’s a
sehn’dhyt
, a medic.” He looked up. “I have her,
A’syr
. She’s just being protective.” He nodded toward Sobehk, who had not awakened. “Continue.”

The
sehn’dhyt
leaned over Sobehk with a wary eye on Fallon. He applied a hydraulic syringe to Sobehk’s throat.

Sobehk sighed, but did not wake.

The
sehn’dhyt
lifted Sobehk’s wrist to examine the band around it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another hydraulic syringe. He darted an uneasy look at Fallon before applying that syringe to the bend in Sobehk’s arm. He withdrew from the bed.

Khan released her chain and stroked her hair. “Go back to sleep.” He moved from the bed.

Fallon snuggled up against Sobehk, putting an arm over his hip.

The
sehn’dhyt
looked over at Khan. “He’ll need another treatment at the beginning of the night cycle and again in morning cycle.” He glanced at Fallon. “He can begin exercise therapy the following day,
‘Syr
.”

Khan nodded and lifted an arm, gently herding the medic toward the door. “I’ll see to it that he stays on schedule,
A’syr
sehn’dhyt
.”

Fallon pressed her nose against Sobehk’s heart and curled tight up against him, listening to his slow and steady heartbeat.

* * * * *

Someone was in the room.

Fallon’s eyes snapped open. She shifted and discovered that Sobehk was no longer locked in her body. She wormed out from under him.

He sighed heavily but remained asleep.

She moved as silently as she could across the blankets and pillows to the edge of the bowl. She lifted her head to catch a trace of scent. It was Khan.

“Isabeau.” Khan’s voice was barely a whisper.

An odd hunger tugged at her. She eased up over the edge and parted the gold curtains. There were fewer lights than before. Deep shadows filled the room’s corners.

Khan sat cross-legged and facing her on a large pillow by the round table. He was barefoot and in only his black kilt. Sitting on the table by his elbow were a clear glass bowl half full of meat, a spoon, a folded cloth napkin, and a clear glass tumbler of water.

“Come.” He patted his knee, and muscle moved across his broad, scarred chest.

Fallon moved silently across the carpet, his scent drawing her. He smelled good. He smelled right. And a part of her wanted ...
she
wanted ... to touch him, and be touched by him. She
needed
to touch him.

She stopped only a few steps away, trembling.

“Down.”

She dropped to her knees.

He smiled. “Good. Lower, and closer.”

She dropped to her hands and inched toward him. He encouraged her closer until she crouched nearly on her belly with her hands on his knees. She spotted the black chain leash coiled by his knee under the table.

He picked up the bowl, scooped food into the spoon, and held it up. “Open.”

Fallon cringed and made a small sound of protest. He wanted to feed her like a child? She knew how to eat properly.

His brow rose.

She flinched, opened her mouth, and sucked the meat from his spoon. It was warm but tasted as though it was barely cooked. The copper taste of extremely rare meat was very strong. She sucked it down just the same, finally resigned to no longer chewing.

He smiled and picked up the napkin to dab at her lower lip. In complete silence he spoon-fed her, stopping every now and again to offer her the glass of water or dab at her lips with the napkin.

He set the empty bowl and the spoon on the table, and gave her lips a final swipe of the napkin. He leaned to the side, lifted the black chain leash from beside his knee, and clipped it to the chain around her throat.

Fallon winced.

“Open my kilt.”

Fallon reached into his lap to tug at the ties. The cloth parted to reveal his half-aroused cocks.

“Lick. Don’t suck; just lick.”

Fallon set her hands on his thighs and dropped to her belly. She lowered her head into his lap, extended her tongue and stroked the bumpy underside of his primary cock. The metal balls under his skin rasped against her tongue. The flavor was strong enough that she was pretty sure he wore titanium. It was a little odd, tasting so much metal in his cock. She licked.

He sighed and hardened.

She slid the point of her tongue around the flared edge of his cockhead and then across the sensitive tip. She flicked her tongue across and around the heavy balls that marked the bar that speared through the center of his cockhead from top to bottom.

Khan let his head fall back and groaned in pleasure.

The sound of his enjoyment and the scent of his arousal seared through her and cream slicked her thighs. She licked with increasing eagerness.