The Bond That Consumes Us by Christine D'Abo Page A

herself and bucked up to meet his hips on the next thrust. Taber’s rhythm faltered for a second as he grunted and increased the tempo. Fallon broke their kiss, licking her way along his jaw to his earlobe, sucking it hard.
    “Fuck me hard. The way I know you want to.”
    “Fallon—”
    “Harder.”
    He surged forward with a sharp thrust, pulling a moan from her.
    “Harder. Let go.”
    He didn’t need anymore prodding. Taber’s thrust became wild as he rammed into her pussy, grinding his pubic bone against her clit. A second orgasm was building, one 49
     
     
    she tried to hold off for as long as possible. If she could come with him—oh god, it would be perfect.
    But she couldn’t. Her excitement was too sharp, and as he reached up with his hand and rolled her nipple with his fingers, she couldn’t take anymore. For the second time her cries filled the room as another orgasm hit her. But this time, her muscles clenched around Taber’s cock, milking him for all that she could.
    His body tensed above hers, his thrusts wild, uncontrolled as his body shook from the strain. His roar that escaped him as he came was soul shattering. Gasping, she tried to hold on to him for dear life as he thrust one final time before collapsing onto her chest. His hot, gasping breath echoed through her body as he fought to recover.
    Despite the size and weight of his body, he wasn’t hurting her. She was protected, safe from the insanity of the ship. Eventually he rolled over onto his side, dragging her body with him as he went. His body spooned against hers, she let her mind drift off to oblivion.
    Fallon couldn’t figure out what was wrong, her mind still heavy with sleep. She could still feel Taber’s long body curled around hers, his arm draped around her, keeping her close. God, this was perfect. But something had woken her, pulled her from her peace. When the computer chimed again, telling them that someone was at the door, both she and Taber reacted.
    “Stay here,” he said, pulling on his pants as he went.
    She noticed he waited to yank on his tunic at the last second before opening the door. Not wanting to be seen, Fallon buried herself deep into the covers of the bed.
    “Yes,” Taber’s voice was steady, with no hint of irritation.
    “What kept you?” Sean’s voice. “I was about to get security to break me in.”
    “I was sleeping. What’s wrong?”
    “We found another body.”
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Chapter Five
    Taber walked around the bloody mess that used to be Lukas Ross, careful not to disturb the body. The look of shock frozen on the dead man’s face told him most of what he needed to know about the murder. He’d known his attacker, and couldn’t believe it.
    “Who found him?” he asked Sean, leaning over to peer at Lukas’ hands.
    “Security realized the computer sensors weren’t monitoring in here any longer.
    When they came by to check it out, they found this. Security agents Harmon and Williams found him, called it in.”
    Something in Sean’s voice caused Taber to look up at him and raise an eyebrow.
    “Problem?”
    Sean was staring at him, his hands on his hips. They’d asked that everyone be kept out of the room until they had a chance to review the crime scene. Alone for what could be the last time for the next several hours, he knew Sean was going to ask him whatever it was that was on his mind.
    “Why didn’t you come to the door when I rang the first time?”
    Straightening, Taber made his way over to his friend. Only a few inches apart now, he kept his voice low. “I told you, I was sleeping.”
    “In the ten years that I’ve known you, I’ve never had difficulty waking you. I doubt anyone else has either.”
    He didn’t push too hard, but Taber knew Sean wasn’t about to let this go. A quick glance at the body and the door, he sighed and said the one thing he knew would shock the other man. “Fallon.”
    “Ah.”
    The fact that Sean wasn’t surprised told Taber a lot. He needed to do