Page 51 of Unforeseen Mate
CHAPTER 20
FALLON
They spent the next week at Windsong. Fallon felt like a teenage girl who’d just had her first taste of amazing sex. It was as if having knotted her once, Hayden realized she wasn’t some petite, delicate thing that might break if he used her too hard. She was quite sure Colby’s clowder and those who had visited from the Resistance were enjoying gossiping about their antics way too much.
The only thing Fallon remembered from that first meeting was waking up and rubbing herself wantonly against Hayden, who whispered in her ear, “We aren’t alone.”
That had brought her back to consciousness quickly, but she had provided important and relevant information to the Resistance, including Strode’s boasts that there were cracks within the Phantom Fire’s clan and that he had spies buried within the Resistance. After imparting that knowledge, she’d basically curled up in Hayden’s lap and gone to sleep.
She stretched in their bed, wincing from the dull pain that was always a residual feeling of his having knotted her sometime during the night before. It was a deliciously decadent ache that she took great pleasure in. Hayden walked out of the bath and came over to kiss her.
“I missed you,” he purred.
“I was right here the whole time.”
“Yes, which was far too distant from the shower.”
Fallon laughed. Hayden had a libido second to none. Almost every day they made love at least two or three times, often in the shower. She loved sharing the hot, steamy water with him and the way they would care for each other afterwards, washing each other’s hair and using the soapy sea sponges to cleanse each other.
“Are you sure you don’t mind if I head down to the Lighthouse compound?”
“I don’t mind at all. I could go with you, but it would mean putting off the weddings…”
“No,” he growled.
Hayden had become almost obsessed with putting a ring on her finger. He had insisted that they have two bonding ceremonies: one here at Windsong for their friends from the Earth realm and one in the Hollow for the other hellhounds.
Planning the ceremony in the Hollow had proved to be difficult at first, but Caye somehow found out—most likely via Colby telling Aubry Hawthorne—and had installed herself back at the Hollow to play point person for Fallon until she could return. They communicated mostly by text. Hayden didn’t want her traipsing back and forth between the two different realms—Earth and the Underworld.
Between Nora, Nicole, who was the mate to Asher Wells, and Caye, she felt she had things well in hand. With Nicole’s help, they’d found a gorgeous long-sleeve lace fit and flare gown with a medium-length tulle train. The top part of the dress was a luscious concoction of ivory lace and sequins over a biscotti-colored organza gown. The sheerness of the lace added a sexy touch, as did the plunging V-neckline in both the front and back. How Nicole had found a designer in Seattle who couldaccommodate their short timeline was still a mystery and was only partly explained by Colby’s generous offer to pick up the cost of the earth-bound wedding.
Hayden pulled on his jeans and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots. “You’re still feeling all right? Nothing amiss?”
“Nothing except this marvelous ache in my pussy from being knotted on a regular basis by my mate.”
He chuckled, obviously pleased with himself. “I’m worried that you’re pushing yourself too hard. You’re going to need to get back down to the Hollow. Your system is becoming more and more hellhound, which means you need to renew your corporeal body with your spiritual connection to the underground.”
“Should I be worried about you or Caye when she comes up here?”
“No. We are hellhound born. Our bodies are used to it. Once you have fully transitioned, you’ll be able to spend longer amounts of time up here with less need to regenerate down below.”
“You seemed concerned about my physical well-being but not all that anxious to return to the Hollow yourself.”
He nodded. “The politics involved are a bit disconcerting and complicated.”
“According to Caye, they aren’t complicated at all. Your little brother is being an ass.”
“Leave it Caye to get to the heart of the matter,” Hayden said, chuckling. “They’re just not sure what to expect. It’s been more than a thousand years since the last hellhound claimed a human. They’re concerned, but I suspect Caye being down there and her obvious affection for you has done a lot to mollify at least some of their concerns.”
“It’ll be fine, Hayden. I promise. Have you given any more thought as to where we might live here on Earth? I really don’t want to go back to Boston.”
Hayden looked at her as he pulled a sweater over his head. “I thought you said you wanted to live in Cornwall.”
“Well sure, when you asked if I could live anywhere, I picked Cornwall, but it’s so expensive.”
“Not to worry, sweetheart. We have money.”
“We do?” she asked, surprised.
