Free Savage Bond (The Fallen) by Anne Marsh Page A

Countless times, she'd seen his brothers, the other Fallen, do that, seen them wrap themselves around a woman and take her. Hard and fast and thorough, until that woman had thrown back her head and screamed from the pure pleasure of it all. Something happened during those pairings and she'd recognized their lovers' satisfied smiles. Secretly wanted that for herself with Vkhin. "But I've never seen you with a lover."
    "Not while you've been watching. Not for a long time, Ria."
    "Why not?" She shouldn't be asking this, she knew.
    "I'm dangerous," he growled. "Don't ever forget that."
    "Maybe I like dangerous."
    "You like it safe, Ria." His fingers touched her cheek. "You like to watch, baby, from your nice, safe desk while you control everything around you. That's not dangerous at all."
    Maybe she was tired of always playing it safe. Her fingers clenched on the front of her jumpsuit, crumpling the fabric. Nothing about Vkhin was safe. He woke a side of her she hadn't known existed. He made her feel alive. Curious.
    Heated.
    Safe or not, she wanted the male holding her in his arms. So she slid her own hand down over her stomach. "I have to ask you, Vkhin?"
    "Yeah," he growled.
    "But I can take care of myself." That was a delicious thought. She could. She could do this, with or without him.
    He cursed, low and hard behind her and, God, that erection of his just got impossibly larger. She was teasing the beast. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. She had his promise. She'd have to ask him for what she wanted. He wasn't taking.
    So, why not do this? Why not play this game with him and try living—just a little—dangerously? Her hand found her pussy through the heavy fabric of her jumpsuit. Swollen. Needy. The first simple, soft stroke sent a sharp burst of pleasure through her clit. It felt good, so she did it again, pushing against her own finger. The male behind her froze right up.
    "Ria—" he groaned and her name sounded like a prayer on his lips.
    "Shhh," she whispered. "Little busy here." She drew her finger through the heavy folds, pressing the fabric inwards with just enough pressure to have her hips rocking forward, savoring the teasing pressure of her own finger. A delicious, slow heat unfurled inside her.
    She stroked.
    Hard masculine hands covered hers. "Ask me," he demanded.

    Vkhin's body went nuclear. The woman in his arms wasn't lost, wasn't unsure. No, she was taking what she wanted from him and that was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Her face tipped back against his shoulder because she was doing some watching of her own right now. Whatever she read on his face, she liked, because she gave that slow smile of hers, stretching against him and sliding her hands free of his.
    His cock got harder, the tip damp. God, she was good.
    Good in more ways than one. He wasn't supposed to want her. And, even if he did, he reminded himself, this was just lust. He didn't need anything else from her besides those damned pictures so he shouldn't be holding his breath when she reached for the zipper on her flightsuit. Her fingers wrapped around the little metal tab and teased it down an inch. The back of her fingers brushed the creamy skin she revealed and he wanted to replace that hand with his mouth.
    "I'll show you," she said throatily, nudging that damned zipper down another inch. She unzipped the flight suit as if she were unwrapping a Christmas present, one teasing inch at a time. The sight of that lacy bra she'd been hiding beneath the utilitarian nylon and cotton made him want to tear the wrappings right off of her. Lilac satin cupped her breasts, her hard little nipples peeking over the lace-trimmed edges. Those nipples of hers were the color of summer raspberries and hard with her need.
    "These," she whispered, brushing her fingers against her nipples. "Maybe, I want you to touch me right here." Hell, yes, he wanted to touch her. He wanted to taste her nipples, tongue her until he'd learned whether she tasted like