Page 4 of Unforeseen Mate

The nothing was replaced by a large, naked, muscular man with a fierce expression on his harsh, symmetrical face. His hair was tight along the sides with a luxurious thatch coveringthe top. His neck was a thick strong column that spread into broad shoulders, well-sculpted pecs, and washboard abs with sexy hip notches pointing to his heavy cock that stood proud and erect.

He was standing over her looking down, a feral smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He was far too close for Fallon to be able to get to her feet and face him. Instead, she turned around to try and crawl away to put some distance between them.

“Good mate,” he rumbled deep and low as one hand grasped her shoulder and the other took hold of her hip, impeding her escape. “Just where I want you.”

Fallon tried to rear up and get to her feet, but the beast’s hand moved from her shoulder to the nape of her neck and pressed down. The way he held her kept her on her knees while he kept her ass sticking in the air. He moved between her legs, spreading her wide.

The broad head of his cock teased the opening to her core before he began to push slowly inside. She was wet enough that it wasn’t painful, but his penetration stretched Fallon uncomfortably as it always did. Once he was seated inside her, he waited until she softened, her body accommodating his size.

Her pussy closed around him, tightening like a vise. The hellhound-turned-man drew back and then shoved back in over and over. Each time he withdrew a bit more and slammed back in with more force and speed. Picking up his pace, he settled into a rhythmic pounding that made every synapse come alive and spark with incredible pleasure.

“Please,” Fallon whispered. “No.”

“Yes,” he growled and chuckled when her entire body trembled in response.

His hand moved from the back of her neck to her other hip as he began fucking her with a relentless passion which she hadto admit she’d become addicted to. Again and again, he thrust into her until Fallon was overwhelmed by the orgasm that seemed to seize them both, and she felt him pumping his hot cum inside her.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, he leaned down, nuzzled her neck, and whispered, “There will come a day, my mate, when I take you in the real world and not in the dreamscape. Then and only then will you feel my knot as it breaches you for the first time.”

Easing out of her, he kissed Fallon’s neck once again. The beast turned man stood and helped her to her feet. Fallon turned to leave but was prevented from doing so as he hauled her up close—her back to his front.

“Mine,” he growled silently.

“Who are you?” she asked, desperate at least to finally know his name.

“I am Hayden. Go now, but know I will be near.”

Fallon felt herself pulling away. Before she could put enough distance between them to feel safe, she heard the phone next to her bed ring, and she opened her eyes.

“Good morning, Dr. Kent. This is the front desk. This is your wake-up call.”

“Thank you,” she stammered as she placed the receiver back on the cradle of the phone.

She pulled herself out of bed and stumbled into the bath. She pulled off her pajamas and was only slightly surprised to see bruises on her hips that resembled the strong hands that had held her tight. As she stared at them in the mirror, the bruising faded away to nothing.

Shaking her head, she got into the shower and let the hot water and pulsing showerhead restore her to feeling better than half dead. Pulling on the flowing, floral mid-length skirt, ridingboots and long, tunic sweater that fell to mid-thigh, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Not bad.Certainly no one would mistake her for a model, but she looked fashionable, and the outfit made the most of her curves—clinging to the ones she liked and skimming over those she didn’t. She called down to the concierge, and there was a cab waiting when she exited the building.

As she rode toward the tarot card reader’s home, she thought about what she wanted to ask. She hadn’t been able to frame an actual question in her mind. It was more that she was feeling unsettled and had been since her hellhound had come calling. As the frequency increased so had her restlessness. Her possible questions included:What is the longing of my soul? What is beginning for me? How do I remain centered during this time?

Her best friend, Nora, had teased her about her use of tarot card readers. The first time she’d visited one had been as part of a dare while she was doing her postgraduate studies. She’d wondered about the path her studies were taking her and had found a great deal of reassurance in the reading. Since then, Fallon had gone at least annually to a well-known practitioner in Boston and had found her counsel helpful and most always spot on.

Here in England, Audrey Whitmore was highly regarded, and it was rumored that she had done readings for past members of the royal family, but she always maintained the highest degree of confidentiality about her clients.

Fallon arrived at the small shop in one of the Chelsea enclaves and knocked on the door. A lovely, older woman opened it, and Fallon was greeted by a smiling face.

“You must be Fallon. I’m Audrey. Please come in. Let’s get you comfortable, and we can begin,” she said, showing Fallon into a room that looked more like a comfortable sitting room in someone’s home than a mystic or supernatural office.“Disappointed? Don’t feel bad if you are. Most people are. I think they want something that feels spooky and mysterious. I find that I can make a better reading if people feel comfortable and are relaxed.”

“I wouldn’t say disappointed, but I am a bit surprised, although your explanation makes perfect sense.”

“Have you thought about what you want to know?” Audrey asked, gesturing to a comfortable chair on one side of the table.

Fallon nodded. “I have.”

“Good. Don’t tell me. Let me do the reading, and if I don’t come up with answers to the questions you’re seeking, we can explore more specific questions you might have. Sound good?”

“Very,” answered Fallon, admiring the beautiful and slightly oversized tarot card deck that Audrey placed on the table.

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