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Chapter 10
Dhayn ran through the hallways and took the stairs three at a time, heading straight for Tara's room. He didn't bother knocking, just walked into the room. Mel was sitting on the brown leather couch watching something on the TV mounted above Tara's long mahogany dresser, still in her workout gear. The brown and pink satin covered four-poster across the room caught his eye, but Dhayn shoved aside the temptation and crossed the room to sit beside Mel. He could hear the water running in the bathroom behind the closed door.
"She said she needed to shower first, before she'd talk about it." Mel said, shrugging her shoulders and setting the remote down on the low matching mahogany coffee table.
Shifting to face him, Mel leaned against the arm of the couch and put her feet in his lap. Dhayn grabbed a foot and began massaging circles into the sole. Mel moaned and dropped her head back. He smiled and applied pressure to the arch. Mel let out contented sighs as he worked over her pretty little foot, the bright red nail-polish bringing back pleasant memories of before - when things weren't as complicated. He switched to the other foot and then moved on to her calves. As he started to massage her thighs; heat spread through his body unbidden, and he could feel himself hardening in response to her little noises of pleasure. Mel looked at him then, fire in her copper eyes, and slowly licked her lips.
Dhayn slid his hands up her legs and tugged off her workout shorts and red panties. He grabbed her knees and threw them over his shoulders, and lowered his face to her core. She was already glistening with her arousal as he entered her with his tongue. He alternated slow penetrations with teasing licks over her sensitive nub, until she arched up into him with her orgasm.
He lowered her legs and met her heavy-lidded stare. He crawled up her body, kissing a trail along the way. When he reached her lips he kissed her deep and slow. Dhayn could feel something simmering deep inside of hi - Mine - it was scratching to get to the surface, but he hadn't forgotten Stehlth's warning. He pulled back to make sure he was still in control of his bonding instincts.
He had to control this. He couldn't even imagine a life where he wasn't a Brother and his uncle's words still rung in his ears - a threat, a warning, and one he would have to head until they figured this thing out. Mel looked up at him, puzzled at his hesitancy.
There was a click as the bathroom door opened, and Tara came out in a small white towel that barely covered her. Dhayn looked from her to Mel. He wanted to run to Tara, to claim her, to protect her, but he didn't want to abandon Mel in such an intimate state. Something deep in his chest felt like it was ripping in two. Mel seemed to understand his inner struggle and nodded for him to go to Tara. He crossed the room in an instant to where Tara had frozen in her step.
"Are you OK?" Dhayn wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then pulled back slightly to look at her face.
She was still holding her towel up, her skin flushed a delicate shade of pink from her shower, and her sapphire gaze was searching his. Mel walked by, and kissed Tara's cheek on her way into the bathroom. She closed the door and seconds later Dhayn heard the sound of the shower starting up again.
"I'm sorry about what happened with Tru..." Tara began, but Dhayn cut her off.
"Hey don't worry about it. You didn't want to bite him." He cupped her cheek with his hand and traced her lips with his thumb. She swallowed and looked away.
"No, it was just part of my submission hold, but then he was touching me…and then I…" Her blush deepened. "Well, you must have sme…"
Dhayn cut her off with his lips, and she was eager to respond, clinging to his shoulder with her free hand, her grip bordering on the edge of pain and pleasure. Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing, and when she reached up to tangle her hands in his hair, her towel dropped to the floor. Dhayn broke their kiss and Tara whimpered. He smiled at her and removed his shirt before returning to her lips. Next he shrugged off his shorts and boxers, his erection springing free, bobbing against her tight stomach.
Tara purred and used her arms to hoist herself up around his waist, wrapping her legs around him and taking him into her sheath in one smooth motion. She cried out and began rocking her hips, pulling him only halfway out before driving him back in to the hilt. Dhayn held her rear with both hands as he helped her ride him. He let her have control, using all of his to dominate his need to claim her. Her breathing quickened as her climax built until his shouts of release pushed her over the edge, clenching and milking him. Dhayn felt her fangs pierce his neck and another orgasm rocked him. He fell back onto Tara's bed, letting her take all that she needed from him.
It may have been minutes or hours later that Dhayn felt her pull back and slowly run her tongue over the puncture wounds. Once both of their heartbeats had slowed Tara curled up under his arm. Dhayn couldn't quite relax, as rigid as he was with the effort to reign himself it. Mel came out of the bathroom with moisture still clinging to her hair and skin, and strolled over to the bed and it nearly undid him. She claimed her spot on Dhayn's other side. Dhayn let them lay like that for a short while, willing himself to relax, before suggesting that they meet somewhere else to avoid any more complications should they be found. It still took everything he had to leave them. He headed to his room to shower and get changed.
He was about half way to his room, just approaching the study off of the main staircase, when he ran into Stehlth and Thrett. Dhayn nodded respectfully in greeting as he passed them. His uncle glared at him as he walked by. Dhayn chanced a look over his shoulder just as Thrett stiffened in the doorway and turned back to face Dhayn, his nostrils flaring. Dhayn knew what scent had given him pause; sex and two very familiar females lingered on his skin. Why didn't I shower before I left her room? Dhayn faced forward again, intending to continue on as if nothing had happened - but suddenly Thrett was in front of him. His eyes, the same sapphire blue as Tara's, were aflame with anger. His hands clamped down painfully on Dhayn's shoulders.
Stiffening, Dhayn had to push aside all of his instincts to fight. Any act of violence, or even resistance at this point would not only be futile, but deadly as well. This was his commander, and he had the look of death in his eyes. Dhayn winced as the cold metal of Thrett's dagger suddenly pressed against his jugular. Why isn't Stehlth helping me? Dhayn thought in a panic. He could no longer see Stehlth, but his uncle was standing barely two feet away and he had yet to make a sound in protest. Dhayn started in shock when he felt another blade settle on his neck, and a strong arm encase his chest from behind.
"I've got him Thrett. Why don't you step back? Let your head clear." Stehlth's voice was surprisingly calm in Dhayn's ear.
What is he doing? Dhayn watched, frozen, as the flames withdrew from Thrett's eyes. Thrett took a step back but kept his dagger at his side, ready to reengage. Dhayn tried to shrug his uncle off, and was met by greater resistance and a sharp pain where Stehlth's dagger broke the skin of his neck. He clenched his jaw and forced his muscles to remain still, focusing on Thrett to keep himself from lashing out at Stehlth.
"You will stay away from my daughter." Thrett pointed his dagger at Dhayn's heart.
Dhayn swallowed his shock. "I don't know if I can do that Sir, I love her."
"Do not speak to me of love. I can sense and smell another female on you, an insult not only to my daughter, but to me. You will stay away from her. That's not a request, that's an order." Thrett sheathed his dagger as he turned back to the study.
"But sir…" Dhayn shut up as Stehth's blade bit deeper into his skin. His uncle's hoarse whisper cutting of his objection.
"If you still want a chance to become a Brother, I suggest you learn to obey the orders of your commanding officer. Understood?" Dhayn nodded, and flinched away from the blade.
Stehlth released his hold on Dhayn and followed Thrett through the door. Dhayn backed away until his back hit the opposite wall and sunk to the floor, feeling numb and dizzy. He pressed his hand to the wound on his neck and winced in pain. There was a murmur of voices from behind the now closed door across the hall, but he couldn't make out any words. His mind was clouded with turmoil, his neck throbbed, and his chest felt too tight. I knew it was all too good to last, he thought. A doggen rounded the corner and rushed toward him, concern evident on his face. Dhayn raised his hand to ward him off, but there was bright crimson blood covering his fingers.
He allowed the doggen to follow him to his room and although the cut had already begun healing, he accepted the bandage so he could be left alone with his pain. The doggen had given him a mug of something for the already healing neck wound and the headache, but nothing could touch the heavy weight crushing his heart.
…
Mel looked at her watch again; he was over an hour late. Dhayn wasn't the most punctual male she knew, but he was never more than a few minutes behind. Letting out a sigh of irritation, Mel braced herself on the arms of her chair to stand up. She paced in front of the large white screen nestled into the wall. The small theatre smelled of popcorn and cotton candy, no doubt the doggen would bring both in shortly. The two rows of plush reclining chairs sat empty but for the blanket Tara had left behind when she went looking for Dhayn. Mel heard footsteps echo from the hall outside the theater room, one set. Mel walked over and opened the door for Tara.
"So what took you so long, did he fall asleep?" Mel started, and then she registered the concerned look draining the life from Tara's face. "What's wrong?" Mel grabbed Tara's hand as her heart started to flutter.
"I don't know." Tara looked up and seemed to search Mel's eyes for the answer. "I went to his room, but the door was locked. I could feel waves of misery pulsing from him, but he wouldn't let me in." Tara's eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "Then Stehlth came by and told me that Dhayn needed some space. So I left."
Mel squeezed Tara's hand. "Come on, I'm sure everything's fine. He'll explain it all tomorrow." Mel was trying to convince herself as much as Tara. She pulled Tara into the theater and sat down in their seats. "Let's just watch the movie, and then get some rest. You know Dhayn would have hated the chick flick we picked anyway." She smiled, but Tara still looked concerned.
Mel felt a tug in her heart. When Tara hurt, it was as though she shared her pain. Mel squeezed her hand again and caught her eye. Holding her gaze, she opened her feelings to Tara. Her throat felt thick and her heart heavy as she let her emotions sweep to the surface. Love and longing overwhelmed her as she chanted in her head; it's going to be all right. Tara's fear melted from her eyes and a smile formed on her soft lips. Mel reached up and ran her fingers over Tara's bottom lip. Trailing across her cheek and resting her hand behind Tara's head, Mel leaned in to press their foreheads together. She watched Tara relax and gently brought their lips together in a soft kiss. Warmth spread throughout Mel's body and she sighed as she pulled back.
"Thank you." Tara said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
"Anytime." Mel brought her hand down to clutch Tara's. "Now lets watch our sappy movie."
She fiddled with the controls on the armrest until the lights dimmed and the picture flared to life on the big screen. Mel relaxed into her seat and let the movie sweep her away.
...
Tara didn't have to wait long for her answers to find her. After her movie night with Mel she had swung by her room to pull her hair back before Last meal and found a note from her father waiting on the end of her bed.
Tehrrify,
I require a meeting with you in my study.
Thrett
Tara swallowed back the tingle of fear that rose up at the formal tone and insignia. Looks like the cat's out of the bag, she thought with a grimace. Tossing the note on her dresser she headed down the hall to her father's study. She knocked lightly on the closed door and waited to hear his reply.
"Enter." Thrett's low monotone ushered in another wave of unease.
Tara opened the door and walked into the room. The walls of the moderate space were lined with cedar bookshelves that reached up to the ten foot ceilings. The shelves were overflowing with a wide variety of books, from ancient tales of the Old Country in worn leather binding, to the most recent copies of Armed and Armored. Tara still couldn't believe that they used to use paper made from trees to print books on. It seemed like such a waste. The poly-composite fibers they used for hardcopies now were one hundred percent recycled material, and lasted ten times longer than traditional paper.
"Sit." Her father's voice pulled her out of her reverie.
Tara made her way over to one of the leather chairs facing Thrett's huge gleaming cedar desk. The whole room seemed to be a waste of trees. He was working on his desktop tablet but looked up once she was seated.
"I'm guessing you know why you're here?" He crossed his massive arms over his chest and gave her a serious look.
"I think so, yes." Tara swallowed to help her parched throat. "I was with Dhayn and..."
"Stop," he interrupted, "I don't want details. This is over now Tehrrify. You will not continue to share a bed with Dhaynger."
"What? But Daddy I..."
"No!" He slammed his fist down on the desk in front of him, the cup of pens tipped over and clashed to the floor. "Do not Daddy me. You are my daughter, yes, but you are also a warrior under my command and I am ordering you to cease your frivolous relationship with that boy." The anger burning in his eyes gave Tara pause, but her heart was wrenching out of her chest at the thought of losing Dhayn.
"He is not a boy anymore sire, and you have to understand, you..."
"Enough! I will not have you made out as a scarlet. That boy dares walk my halls wearing your scent and another's? For that insult alone I could cast him out of these walls." Thrett's face was turning an ugly shade of red.
"No, you can't, please daddy, I know about him and Mel, I'm okay with it. We're...we...I love him." Her response was jumbled and her argument weak, the lump in her throat was making it hard for her to breathe. Tara felt the tears running down her cheeks before she could stop them. She brushed them away quickly, hating to show weakness.
"Tehrrify you know not of love. If Dhaynger truly loves you than he would not dishonor you in a way such as this. It is an insult to you, me, and our bloodline for him to behave as such. Our race chooses but one mate, and we honor that bond with our faithfulness. You and he are both young, with raging emotions and hormones, that fact alone keeps me from punishing him for his ignorance - I have been there." His shoulders released some tension as he leaned forward.
"If it is love between you, than he will choose you, and mate you when the time comes. He is a male with great potential, but if he hopes to become a Brother, or a son to me, he will have to earn my respect. You will do him no favor by encouraging this behavior."
"But I..." Tara's words drifted off. Was he right? Should Dhayn have to choose? Should Tara? She had never really thought it through; you can only mate one vampire after-all. That was the way it had always been.
"I'm only doing this because I love you Tara. You know that right?"
Tara looked up at her sire, and although she was still furious inside, she couldn't deny the sincerity behind his words.
"Then let me be with who I love," Tara pleaded.
"If you choose him, and he you in return, I will not stand in the way. Even if the thought of you with a male makes me see red, I will see my daughter happy. But until that day he will not share your bed. Not under my roof. Am I understood?"
"Yes." It was all Tara could manage to say in return. It wasn't the last she would say on the matter, but how could she fight him on this when there was doubt in her own heart?
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