Page 29 of Unforeseen Mate

Fallon swallowed, searching his face for some indication that he was not being completely honest with her. There was none. A sharp pain, front and back in the lower quadrant of her torso reminded her she’d been injured. That must be why she needed to make a decision—die and ascend to heaven or live and remain with Hayden for all eternity.

The fog faded away and she felt him set her on hard ground. She looked around and realized she was standing in what appeared to be some kind of hollowed out cave in the stone.

“Where are we?”

“In my home in the Hollow. It is a place that is part of the realm that separates Earth from the Underworld. We are the guardians of this realm and ensure the proper separation of those above from those below.” Hayden reached up and touched her cheek. “You must choose, Fallon, and you must do it now.”

Fallon could hear what she thought was thundering hoofbeats and something that sounded like a woman wailing in great distress—a shrill cry that sent a shiver down her spine.

“What was that?” she asked.

“The banshees. I suspect Strode set them on our trail. You should probably have died in what was once called Britannia. They believe your destiny is in their hands. If you do not choose, they will choose for you. They will not choose me.” His hand touched her cheek and then stroked her hair before taking it in his fist and tugging her hair back. “Choose.”

The immense heat that rolled off of him should have been frightening, at the very least, unpleasant; but it wasn’t. Instead, it was comforting and drew her nearer.

“I’ve seen you in my dreams. Felt your presence.”

He nodded. “I have felt the same. It is not uncommon in fated mates.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Then I choose you.”

“Be clear that it will not be easy and that once I claim you as mine, you cannot change your mind.”

“I understand. I also understand that even if the alternative was not death, I would choose you.”

Her voice sounded far stronger than she felt. The banshees wailed again and the sound of the horse’s hooves was louder than it had been, coming closer.

Hayden lifted his face to the ceiling of the cave and let out a victorious howl. “She is mine. She has consented to be my mate and to become a hellhound. You cannot have her.” He lowered his hands until they were locked together under her ass and lifted her off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”

Fallon brought her legs up, doing as he asked so that her legs were around his waist. “Now what?”

“I’ll show you,” he said, walking with her to the bed where he sat down, settling her on his lap so that she was straddling him.

She’d never been a prude, but somehow with Hayden she felt more confident, more beautiful, more certain she belonged with him and deserved someone as gorgeous and strong as he was. He had warned her life with him might not be easy, but as nice as heaven had sounded, Fallon knew she’d made the right decision. In Hayden’s arms she was safe, loved and where she belonged. The undeniable connection between them seemed to strengthen and she could almost feel it solidifying into a bond that could never be broken.

Fallon pressed her lips to Hayden’s. His arms wrapped around her holding her close, his cock hard as stone, throbbing up between them as he took control of the kiss and deepened it. She moaned and surrendered to the blissful distraction from the pain and accepted the physical comfort and emotional solace he offered.

His lips tasted of whiskey and something more—honey? Molasses? Treacle? —and Fallon began to lose herself in theintoxicating blend. Worry, fear and pain receded until only Hayden and what he offered replaced her feelings with a fiery desire that ignited them both, sending heat and arousal surging through their veins. Hayden's hands roamed hungrily over her body, his touch setting her ablaze and reminding her that in this moment, she would be his mate and would share her destiny with him. Given the way he made her feel, she realized she’d always known what her decision would be.

His fingers traced the outline of her spine, leaving a trail of blazing sensation in their wake. She molded her soft body against the hard planes of his, fitting together perfectly as if they were made to be intertwined like this. Fallon sighed as she surrendered completely to his touch, letting go of all her inhibitions and fears.

With each kiss, each caress, Hayden erased the doubts that had plagued her for so long. In his arms, Fallon felt desired in a way she never had before. No one had ever made her feel this way. Hayden was her protector, her sanctuary, and she was his.

Lifting her up for a brief moment, Hayden positioned his cock and settled Fallon on it. It stretched her as it had in her dreams, but she took him to the root.

Hayden took one of her breasts into his mouth, suckling and teasing the nipple. He used his hand to toy with the other one and Fallon moaned, "That feels amazing."

Fallon began to ride him with a fervor that matched the intensity of the way he was playing with her nipples. She was desperate to lose herself completely in the pleasure only he could provide. Gripping her hips tightly, his nails digging into her flesh, Hayden added to her motion, sliding her up and down his cock, taking control from her.

He began to thrust, making their coupling more urgent, driving deeper into ecstasy with each powerful movement. The connection between them transcended the physical and reachedinto the depths of her soul. Fallon clutched at him, her nails leaving red trails on his back as a primal sign of their joining.

The tension built within her, coiling tightly like a spring ready to snap. Hayden could sense it too as he quickened his pace, chasing down their mutual release. Their bodies moved in a perfect symphony of synchronicity—a dance of passion, desire and a need older than time.

Fallon threw her head back as Hayden pounded into her, demanding that she give over to him. Lost in a powerful orgasm that was overwhelming, she only barely registered the pain when he sank his teeth into her. Fallon cried out his name—her voice raw with ecstasy and agony. She writhed in his hold and he bit down more savagely.

With a final thrust, Hayden’s body tensed beneath her as he found his own release, his hot cum filling her completely.

His breath hot against her ear, he whispered, “You are mine—now and for all time.”

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