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Chapter 15
The muted glow from the single red pillar candle cast more shadows than light over the open-concept loft. The only things visible to the human eye beyond the chrome coffee table beneath the candle and the sleek black couch, would have been the people on the floor in front of it. Tru gripped the slender hips in front of him and slid home in one hard thrust, his head falling back on his shoulders as he waited, still and throbbing inside her, as the wet sheath surrounding his shaft clenched and milked him. The soft feminine sounds coming from the woman on her knees turned needy as she struggled against his firm grip, trying to make him move within her. He kept perfectly still, focusing on sending more blood to his cock, flexing it, but giving her no friction.
"Are you going to move?" she growled between her teeth, glancing over her shoulder to glare at him with chocolate lust-filled eyes. Her long dark hair fell forward to frame her pale, heavily made-up face. Right hair color, wrong girl.
"I will," he said with a smile, "but not until you're begging for it."
"Fuck you, I'm not beg..."
She broke off on a moan as Tru began to slowly pull out of her, inch by inch, shivers of pleasure rolling up his shaft as she clenched and pulsed around him. He could feel her heart racing in the blood flowing through her slick folds, swelling them further, and making them even more sensitive to the glide of his cock. He stopped with just his head remaining in her heat, and waited. The seconds of anticipation stretched out with every teasing pulse of her pussy. He itched with the need for more, but he would wait, because she would break. Her back straightened and he could see the determination settle between he shoulder blades - she thought she could outlast him. He slowly pushed in a single inch, and withdrew at the same relaxed pace, pushed in again and waited ten long seconds before withdrawing with a swivel of his hips.
He knew that in this position he would feel much more than she would unless he let her. He pushed slowly in, slowly out, pausing in between to drive her mad. Tru had gotten it down to a science; he could make a female cum in less than a minute if he wanted to, or hold her on the edge for hours. He liked this game of control, of breaking wills. The raging lust inside of him on an almost constant basis from being around Tara made him feel out of control - this was the only way he knew how to take some of it back.
Slowly he pushed into her again until she couldn't take any more of him, his hips still a couple of inches away from her tight little ass. He flexed his cock once, twice...
"Please, please you bastard, just fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" she begged. He knew she would.
Tru smiled to himself as he slowly pulled out of her again and pounded back into her with a swift motion, picking up his pace to a heated frenzy, barely registering her screams of pleasure as his own waves of release pulled him over the edge and into ecstasy. He milked out his orgasm and kept on thrusting, pushing farther into her swollen cunt and growling as his need continued to lace through his blood, hardening his cock once more so he could take her over the edge again.
After five orgasms he was finally satiated. He had lost count of how many times she had climaxed beneath him, on top of him, against the brick wall of her living room, and finally upside-down while he held her ankles. His body hummed with energy as he let her slump to the ground, nearly unconscious. He liked to save that trick for last, with the blood rushing in the wrong direction the orgasm took an extra long time to crest, but when it finally did it was explosive - and afterward his partners were so dizzy with pleasure and lightheadedness that they were easy to get rid of - or leave behind. He slid an arm under her head and another beneath her weak knees and carried her to a nearby couch. He covered her with a blanket he found draped over the back, a silver throw that felt as soft as rabbits fur. He stood and looked around the loft for his clothes.
Dressed again in his black dress shirt and dark blue jeans, Tru walked swiftly down the unfamiliar halls of the building he'd been fucking in for the last three hours. He had already forgotten the female's name by the time he reached the front lobby of the old building, Cindy, or Katie or something else girly and forgettable. He used to at least attempt to form relationships with the females he was sleeping with, now he had stooped to a long chain of one-night stands. He tried not to think about what kind of male he was becoming, something he would hate, that she would hate. But for fuck sake it had been three months! Three torturously long months of being partnered with Tara on rotation every other fucking night and his nerves were completely shot. There was just something about her that drove him crazy - bat shit, blue balls, and one hair shy of going doggy-style on her leg crazy. The more she resisted him, the more his need for her grew. He couldn't even pretend to ignore it either, with her abilities stripping him bare every time they were together, leaving him unable to hide his yearning for her. Tru felt vulnerable and helpless, willing to do anything to be with her. And she was...indifferent. She tortured him with her casual touches and easy laughter. She offered him friendship while her heart remained out of reach and badly bruised by the two she called lovers. He knew how much she hurt, he watched the spark slowly leaving her eyes, and it killed him.
He turned and punched the wall of the building he was passing, crumbling pieces of brick cascaded to the ground. That bastard Dhayn was going to be on the receiving end of a serious beating if Tru was ever alone with him. He stared down at his fist as the cuts slowly wept blood; he was already healing, but slowly. It would be time to feed soon. He wondered again if he would ever taste his Tara. His cock hardened against the denim of his pants at the thought.
"Dammit," he muttered to himself. He turned away from his car and headed back the way he came. Hopefully what's-her-name with the dark hair and nice ass was up for another round. Being around Tara, fuck even thinking about Tara was like swallowing a fistful of little blue pills; all he could do was fuck himself soft and hope that one day the effect she had on him would fade. Please sweet Virgin let it fade.
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Thirty-one, the number of times Tara had tried to meet up with Mel and Dhayn outside of meals, unsuccessfully. Twelve, the number of times she asked Thrett to move around the schedules of their patrols, to no avail. Eight, the number of times Tara caught the scent of Dhayn's bonding scent lingering on Mel's skin. Two, the number of times Tara and Tru found a trace of Lesser on their patrol. Ninety-six, the number of times Tara had to ask Tru to reel in his lust-filled thoughts. One, the number of times she chose not to.
Tara's nights off started out as something of a luxury. Every other night was hers to do with as she pleased. The novelty wore off pretty quickly once she realized how lonely it could be in the mansion. Thrett had scheduled Dhayn and Mel for the opposite days as her and Tru, and before long she began to realize he had done it on purpose. WITs didn't get to pick their partners or their schedules but it seemed like her sire was doing everything in his power to keep the three lovers apart.
Tara turned down a dozen invitations to hang out with Tru on their off days before she finally caved to boredom. They couldn't hang out at the mansion - he still wasn't allowed to know where exactly it was - so they went to bars and movies, late-night ice-cream runs and sparing in a local twenty-four hour gym. Tonight was going to be dancing, Tru's pick.
Tara pulled off her helmet and kicked out the stand for her sleek black motorcycle. She swung her leg over the back and hung the helmet on one of the handlebars. The parking lot was full of cars and bikes and she could hear the low beat of bass coming from the large shiny black building twenty feet away. As she wound her way through the cars toward the club, she groaned at the sight of the long line stretching the length of the building. She slipped her phone from the pocket of her tight leather pants and called Tru, he connected after the second ring.
"Where are you?" he asked. Tara could see pulsing lights behind his head on the little screen, and the music blaring through his end of the phone matched the beat she was hearing from outside.
"Outside, and I am not waiting in that line," she replied.
"Don't have to, I already spoke to Theo." He smiled at her and took a sip of his beer.
"Theo?" she asked, raising a brow.
"The bouncer, just go straight to the door and tell him you're with me." He got an impish look that had Tara ending the call and shoving the phone back in her pocket.
She unzipped her black leather jacket as she made her way over to the door, revealing the front of her red satin corset. The bouncer gave her a slow once-over, lingering a little too long on her breasts, before opening the door and ushering her inside. Tara smiled to herself - looks like she didn't need Tru's name after all - and walked confidently into the club. She checked her coat inside the door and then followed a couple into the main room. Silver lights pulsed over hundreds of bodies dancing, swaying, and moving to the music that pressed in on Tara from every side. She closed her eyes and mentally reinforced her emotional shields, in a place like this she would drown in feelings around her. These people were freeing themselves of their inhibitions and practically broadcasting their emotions into the room, she would have to keep the lid on tight.
"Aren't you going to be hot dancing in leather pants?" Tru's voice whispered into her ear.
"Depends on which hot you're talking about?" Tara teased, turning to face him. Tru's jaw flexed as he took in her outfit. She could see the heat in his eyes, but with her guard up she couldn't feel the burning need. She knew the tenor of his thoughts, having spent so much time with him, so she knew exactly what was brewing behind those smoldering golden brown eyes. She let herself enjoy the feeling of being appreciated for a few seconds longer than she should have before slapping his arm, and earning a sly grin.
"You know what you do to me wearing sweats and a baggy shirt, and still you show up looking like this." Tru shook his head and rubbed his face with his hands. "You are going to kill me Tara, is that what you want, for me to spontaneously combust?"
"Shockingly it's not all about you Tru," Tara replied, "I want to look good for me. What would you have me wear?"
"Nothing." He smiled at her again, and then grabbed her hand to drag her behind him through the mass of bodies on the dance floor.
They drank a little too much and they danced a little too close, but Tara was having more fun than she had had in months. When the music started to make Tara's head ache they went down the street to a bar. Tru bought them some shots and before long they were too sloshed to stand. Tara felt numb and giddy, which she thought was pretty damn close to happy.
"You should come and see my new apartment," Tru paused, color touching his cheeks, "not in a sketchy 'I'm trying to get in your pants' kind of way, I mean seriously. It's not far from here and I want you to see it," Tru made big puppy-dog eyes, and that made Tara laugh.
"Sure," she said, jumping to her feet. Why not? She wobbled in her stilettos for a second before catching her balance. Tru held out a hand and she took it, letting him lead her out into the street. As they walked the four blocks to his apartment, Tara's buzz began to wear off. She started to hear how loud her voice was as she talked to Tru about the new bike she had her eye on. Her fast metabolism was making quick work of her short-lived happiness and her gloomy thoughts started to return. She missed Mel and Dhayn, she felt alone and confused. Tru made her feel almost like herself again - like she was powerful and sexy. Tara didn't want to like him, she didn't want to feed off of his attention, but the emptiness inside of her had created a vacuum and the longer she was alone, the stronger the pull became. Most of all she didn't want to hurt him by leading him on, by using him, by asking and taking so much, and giving nothing in return. Her heart still belonged to someone else, two someones.
"Here we are," Tru said suddenly, pulling Tara up short in front of a tall glass and steel building, one of four identical new high-rises that sat on the four corners of the intersection of 3rd and Main, just outside of the entertainment district. He scanned himself in through the large glass vestibule - no doubt bulletproof by the thickness - and lead her through the black and white lavishly decorated lobby to the row of elevators. Tara felt like a life-size chess piece as she tried to stay on the black tiles only. So, maybe the alcohol hadn't completely left her system. The trip up in the black mirrored elevator was over in a blink and before long Tara was standing in the centre of a large open-concept penthouse, walking in a slow circle to take it all in.
"This is really beautiful Tru," she said, walking over to the glass wall spanning the length of the apartment. She could see the whole city, a glittering white web of lights fading into darkness, and there, just beyond the border, was home - hidden beneath a mhis to keep it wrapped in shadow.
"It's not much yet. I still haven't finished furnishing the place obviously but it's nice right?"
"I love it." Tara turned to face him and found him sitting on a large white fur rug in the middle of the empty floor. Tara smiled and sat down beside him. She was pretty sure the fur was fake, but it was silky soft to the touch. She pet it absentmindedly as he explained his plans for filling in the large space. Her fingers brushed over his accidentally and she felt the heat stir around her before the wave of lust washed over her senses. She swallowed back a moan as the tide receded and she could feel only her own emotions.
"Sorry," Tru said, "you caught me off guard." He looked down at his lap and Tara felt her guilt stirring again.
"You're getting good at keeping it in, that's the first time I've felt you all night," she reassured him. If only she could think of some other way to help him.
"Yeah, the lessons have helped I guess, still I have a long way to go with all that mental control and seeing through mhis bullshit." He smiled at her and her heart gave a little squeeze.
"Knowing how to control and see that bullshit could save your ass," Tara said, turning to face him on the rug. His eyes still held golden flames and they shocked her into silence. He really was getting better; she couldn't feel him at all. "Want to play with mhis?"
"I thought you'd never ask," he answered suggestively. They were very close together and Tara could smell his scent - cedar and subtle hints of mint - all around her. She tried to take a deep breath to calm her mind, but that just brought with it more of his scent.
"This will help me too. I have to practice forming the illusions to make them more real. I'm going to project and we'll see if you can sense the illusion." Tara got up on her knees and Tru kept his eyes on hers, a tense ribbon of lust forming between them, not entirely one-sided. Tara braced herself, sitting back on her heels and closing her eyes. She pictured a small rabbit, like the one she had seen hiding in the bushes by the lake two nights ago. It was brown with a white tail and a pink nose. She focused her energy like her sire had shown her, and projected the image of the bunny hopping around her.
"Whoa, that's crazy," Tru said, watching the imaginary bunny make it's way around her again. "I can tell it's fake though."
"How?" Tara asked.
"Well, apart from the fact that there would be no way of him getting in here, he is doing the same thing over and over - like a loop."
"Alright, harder this time." Tara said and lifted the mhis of the bunny. She was confused by the hungry look on Tru's face, but decided to move on before she found out and dug herself any deeper. She tried to think of what she could project that would really confuse him. She formed a moth that he didn't bat an eyelash at, a snake that he let slither over his legs, a rabid dog that growled right by his ear, and a giant lizard scratching his hardwood floors. He would calmly tell Tara how cool they looked, but never seemed to believe they were real. Tara was getting frustrated, and running out of ideas.
"I think it's because I know it's coming, and none of those things could possibly be in here. You are the only other thing in the room with me, and my mind knows it. Plus, I'm really good at seeing through bullshit," he teased with a wicked grin. "Just like how I know deep down you want me."
Tara frowned at Tru as he let loose his emotions and hit her with a wall of hunger. She had relaxed her guard so she was open to his thoughts too and they were all of the X-rated variety. She blushed as she picked up an image of herself stripping there in front of him on the rug. He wasn't playing fair. Tara forced up her shields, meeting resistance as he did nothing to reign himself in - but this time she didn't tell him to, this time she would play his little game, but by her rules.
Tara formed a new mhis, one of herself, and cloaked her real body in shadow. She took control of Tru's mind, forcing him to feel what she was projecting, as she made her doppelgänger crawl forward and slowly unzip his pants, springing his cock free - at least that is what he would see. Tara had to guess at this point, she had never actually seen Tru's naked body and in reality he was fully clothed, but he didn't seem to notice the illusion yet so she moved on. Her other self licked and sucked at Tru's phantom penis until he was panting and trusting into the open air. Tara waited until she could sense him on the edge of oblivion before lifting the mhis. Tru grunted and sprang before she had a second to think. He pinned her to the ground with the weight of his body pressed down in her.
"You couldn't have at least given me a fucking fake orgasm?" he growled through clenched teeth.
"You were being an ass and I wanted to test you with a better illusion, one you wanted to believe was real, and it worked." Tara said with attitude, irritated with him for pinning her, irritated with herself at how wet she was.
"No, it didn't work, but I was willing to let you play it out for a little release," he replied, shocking her.
"What are you talking about?"
"It was too small Princess," he said, grinding the hard edge of his length into her core to punctuate his words, "much too small." He kept grinding, rocking his hips above her, and daring her with his eyes to ask him to prove it. Tara didn't speak, didn't move, she was on the very edge and she didn't want him to stop.
Just a little more, OH "Ohhhhhh," she moaned arching up into him, shuddering her release. The weight was suddenly off of her and she looked up to see Tru watching her with need written painfully on his face. Tara was shocked at her own sudden orgasm and had no idea what to do. She didn't want this, didn't want to betray Mel and Dhayn, but now her heart was beating a mile a minute and her panties were slick with her own satisfaction while Tru sat inches away, painfully close to an orgasm she couldn't give him. She steeled herself again and projected another mhis, but this time she didn't stop until Tru had climaxed with a shout of release.
"Still to small," he panted from the rug, as Tara reached for the balcony door handle. She paused for a moment, an unwelcome thrill running through her, and then she stepped out into the wind and apparated home.
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