Ride: Episode Six
RIDE: CHOICES – EPISODE SIX
Cynthia Becket is seriously falling for the sexy Chieftain of the púca clan. This curvy girl gets more than she bargained for when confronted with a paranormal Realm, its close-knit shifter community, and the possibility of gaining a daughter and family she never imagined.
Fallon O’Leary argues with his stallion who wants Cyn as their mate and queen. He’s completely taken with the plus size model. However, the circumstances regarding how Cyn stumbled into the Realm make it impossible for him to claim her.
Will Cyn become his queen or choose her life in London?
Reader Note: This book is for those who are 18+. It contains explicit language, sexual situations, and one helluva cliffhanger. However, if you like curvy shifter romance, a stallion who can’t resist his curvy woman, and a dash of humor, then this is the story for you. Please read these installments in order. Enjoy!
He tamped down the burst of emotion that swelled inside him. It was the first time she’d referred to the castle as her home, but the night had been long and they’d both had their fair share of mead. His stallion wouldn’t believe she was conscious of her word choice.
Fallon stood and offered her his hand. “I understand. I suppose it’s time I accompanied you to bed.”
A lovely pink flushed her cheeks. Fallon linked her hand through his arm as she yawned and leaned into him. It was a careless gesture, but Fallon’s pulse raced. He couldn’t imagine how wonderful it would be to have her with him every day. In his mind, he saw them together, walking to bed, talking in a conspiratorial way, and making love. We’ve never been as happy as she makes us, his stallion urged, pawing at the ground, desperate to be close to her.
Fallon walked her up to the castle in a comfortable silence. The giant structure loomed ahead, all dark. Everyone, including most of the servants, was at the bonfire. When they were standing just outside, a cloud blew over and they were suddenly covered in moonlight. Cyn’s skin glowed as if lit from within. Her face looked as though it was carved from marble. Fallon reached out and stroked her skin with his fingertips. He slide them from her temple, down her cheek, and gently brushed her bottom lip. Cyn inhaled sharply, finally meeting his gaze with a longing that matched his.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning closer. “I am so glad you’re here with me right now.”
Cyn leaned forward and closed the remaining space between their bodies. His stallion perked his ears, trotting around and tossing his mane. We must have her again, he urged.
She bit her lower lip, looking as though she was thinking very hard about something. With a slight toss of her head, she stood up on tiptoes and kissed Fallon lightly.
Electricity flowed through his body, sparking at her touch. Fallon felt compelled to take her on the hard, stony ground. The desperation with which he responded to her alarmed him. He crushed Cyn to his chest, wrapping his arms around her and luxuriating in her heat.
“May I escort you upstairs?” he asked softly, nuzzling into her neck.
Cyn moaned, tilting her head to expose even more creamy skin. “Yes.”
He scooped her curvy body into his arms, swiftly carrying her inside and up the stone staircase to his chamber.