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Chapter 17
"This is completely ridiculous," Tara said under her breath, glaring at her sire's back as he stalked purposefully in front of her down the streets bordering Caldwell. She and Tru followed at asafe distance. The houses made way for larger buildings and warehouses as they walked swiftly down the dark empty streets. It was a bitter cold night, and not a soul could be found out under the cloudy black sky. They were hoping that their prey would be staying indoors as well.
Tara watched as Thrett jumped an eight foot chain link fence, and matched his movements with her own - bracing her hand on the cool metal as she vaulted over the top. She was glad that she opted for more durable jeans for tonight's patrol as they hopped another fence and walked along a row of dark abandoned warehouses.
"Mel and Dhayn had to go out with Brothers too," Tru whispered back. Tara glared at him. She felt another prodding touch at the edges of her mental shield as they locked eyes, the gold flex in his brown eyes dancing with mischief.
"Stop trying to break through, I'm not in the mood," she bit out, shoving Tru's shoulder and knocking him off balance. He regained his footing before his next step and chuckled low in his throat.
"Don't I know it," he grumbled, "just keeping you on your toes princess." His smile was friendly but with too much heat in it to be completely innocent. The subtle warmth stirred to life again deep inside of Tara, and it only served to infuriate her more.
"He never goes out on raids anymore - hasn't since I was a youngling. Why now?" Tara blurted out, "And without his partner!" She gestured to Thrett's back with a frown.
"Your first real fight and your wondering why your sire wants to be there?" Tru asked mockingly. Tara would have punched the condescending look right off of his face, had Thrett not stopped at that moment and scented the air. "And I'm pretty sure our commander can handle himself, even without our help." Tru added on a whisper, although Tara was sure that her sire had heard him nonetheless.
A cloyingly sweet stench traveled on a cool breeze that caressed Tara's face and it made her muscles tense in anticipation, her instincts on high alert. Danger, they said, kill, protect. Tara crouched forward, awaiting the command to hunt. Thrett made eye contact with both of them and nodded silently. He took off at a faster pace and she sprung into action immediately, sprinting to keep up with Thrett, Tru right on her heels.
The warehouses they were surveying banked onto the river and had been vacant for years - the perfect hideout. They slowed their speed at the mouth of the alley, and crept silently around to the front of the building. There was a heavy steel door, spotted with rust and grime left slightly ajar and Thrett motioned for them to fall back while he checked it out. Tara had to hold back her groan of frustration. The anticipation of the hunt pulsed in her veins until she could almost feel the energy as it gathered and pulsed through her motionless body. Moments later Tru and Tara pushed though the door behind Thrett and helped him sweep the area. Though the place reeked of Lesser, the baby powder stench making her want to gag, the building was completely empty of any creatures living or dead - even the rats stayed away from the dank cloying smell of the Omega's spawn.
"We missed them," Thrett said finally breaking the tense silence of the large open room.
Whatever the factory had been used for, it had been cleaned out, nothing but a big open room with high ceilings and blacked out windows. There were cots set up in one corner and some tables in another, showing signs that someone had been squatting here. They took a look inside two large metal cabinets by the cots and found a stockpile of weapons and a canister of gasoline. Tara clenched her teeth, her fangs threatening to pierce her lip.
"They can't be far, the trail is fresh outside, we can hunt them down," she said, facing Thrett.
He considered her for a moment, her skin crawled under his scrutiny but she kept her mind and expression void of emotion. Thrett nodded toward the open door. "Alright, your lead," He arched an eyebrow. Tara froze in shock for a full two seconds before ghosting through the door.
The cold night air cleansed her pallet the moment she got outside and she breathed a sigh of relief. She paced away from the warehouse, stopping two feet short of the river's edge. This section of the river was built up with a concrete embankment to preserve the properties on either side. Even in the springtime, when the water levels were at their highest, the wild river was kept at bay by the containing walls. Tara sucked in a few lungs full of bracken-scented air before turning back toward the front of the warehouse.
The males followed silently behind her as she paced out from the door, tracing the path of baby powder scent that was barely noticeable in the gentle breeze after the saturated air inside of the warehouse. The pressure to perform started to cloud her mind as her slow progression brought them ever closer to the churning black water of the river. Tara followed the trail right to the edge of the embankment. A precarious-looking metal ladder was fastened to the concrete edge, submerging into the water below her. A rope hung loosely from an iron hoop that was bolted to the retaining wall beside the ladder. Tara clenched her fists and glared at the limp rope as it swayed in the wind, the frayed ends reaching out like a hundred tiny fingers.
"They're using the water. Huhnter and Tyrahnt's team found another hide-out down the river." Thrett said from behind her. Tara was annoyed that he avoided mentioning Mel and Dhayn, and that he assumed she wouldn't know about their mission the night before - even if she didn't. She stiffened and turned to fix him with a blank stare.
"Maybe the King should invest in a boat," Tru said from beside her, looking down at the empty water below. Tara looked at him with wide eyes, not sure if his usual humor was really appropriate in front of their commander, but her thoughts were cut off by her sire's laughter. She whipped her head back around and stared at Thrett in dumb silence.
"Or perhaps he will make the WIPs strap on their swim trunks and go for a swim?" Thrett joked back. Tru smiled at him and Tara found herself snaking into his mind before she realized what she was doing. Not such a tight-ass after all, he thought. Tara shook herself and closed down the mental link, looking down at her leather boots as she pushed her guilt away - she never liked to eavesdrop on her friends' thoughts, it just felt...wrong. Tru didn't seem to notice the intrusion so Tara regained her composure and started walking away from the two males, following the river upstream.
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"Where are you going?" Tru asked as he ran to catch up with Tara. Thrett mumbled something from beside him, but Tru couldn't make out the words. She wasn't walking away so much a stalking. Tru scented the air again to see if he was missing something but only the smells of fallen leaves and murky water lingered in the cool breeze. He glanced ahead of Tara, expecting to see some sort of trail, and when nothing seemed to be there he repeated his question.
"He said I could lead, so I'm leading," she growled at him over her shoulder, never slowing her pace. Tru heard Thrett's muffled laughter and had a spike of irritation at the obstinate female. The trail had clearly gone dead and she was just too stubborn to give up.
"And where may I ask, are you leading us?" he persisted.
"They obviously left in a hurry, I'm guessing it was more of a run and hide, than a planned trip," she replied, picking up her pace to a near jog. Tru tried not to get distracted by her tight ass moving beneath her snug jeans. He matched her speed and screwed up his face in confusion.
"How do you know that?" he asked.
"The boat's rope was broken or cut, not untied," she answered plainly. Tru shook his head and smiled.
"Nice catch Prin...partner," he corrected himself, remembering that they had an audience.
She turned her head slightly and he caught her quick warning glance, but he also saw pride in her sapphire eyes. His lust for her simmered below the surface and he had to repress a shudder. Now was really not the time - having one of the gifted around was hard enough, two definitely kept him on his toes. He hoped that Thrett hadn't caught his brief lapse. The male obviously didn't respond well to males being interested in his daughter, if what happened with Dhayn was anything to go by. When he chanced a look over his shoulder the older male was watching him with an intense scrutiny, but he didn't seem angry, so Tru focused back on Tara's lead and got lost in the hunt.
Tara suddenly slowed in front of them and Tru immediately followed suit, silently coming to a slow crawl behind her. The industrial buildings had slowly backed off from the riverside replaced by smaller buildings and a boat launch. Tara stopped and pressed her back to an aluminum shed, her chest rising and falling as she slowed her breathing from the long run. Tru did the same, his heartbeat slowly receding from behind his ears, and that is when he heard it; voices hushed from inside of the building. Thrett pulled a long black dagger from a sheath on his back and crouched forward, clearly about to take over command. Tara pulled her two handguns from her belt and stood up to her full height in front of her sire. They glared at each other for a long moment, having a conversation Tru couldn't hear, but by the tension in Thrett's shoulders he could guess. Her display of strength and defiance had his cock stirring to life and he had to will his lust into check once again.
Finally, Thrett seemed to stand down, allowing Tara to resume her lead, a move that surprised Tru, but he didn't have time to fully process it before they were moving. Tru palmed his pistol and hurried to stay on their heels as they charged around the small structure. Tara lifted her right leg and brought it down on the small door to the building, smashing it off of its hinges.
They found their prey inside of the building; five nearly identical pale faces looked up in shock as they burst through the door. One stupid fuck made the mistake of lifting a revolver and Tru reacted on instinct; ducking to the side and firing his own weapon, nailing the bastard right between the eyes. After that all hell broke loose, bullets were let loose on both sides, a knife flew by his ear as he shot another Lesser in both arms to disarm him, he followed with two shots to his legs. Tara brought down two more with precise shots to the head and Thrett bore down on the last with a downward strike of his dagger. A loud pop and the Lesser disintegrated into a black stain on the already oil slick floor.
"I left one conscious for questioning sir," Tru said calmly, searching the small metal building for any other signs of attack. Thrett was busily finishing off the twitching Lessers but stopped at the one still trying to get up from the ground with his limbs covered in his own oily black blood. Tru had to swallow back bile.
"Good work you two," Thrett looked at them both in turn. "Tara." He just nodded at her in respect and then looked back at the Lesser. "Do a perimeter check while I call in an interrogation team," he ordered. Tru expected Tara to object to the order, but she turned obediently and headed out the door. He followed her, stunned.
Outside, the crisp winter air was a welcome gift. He breathed in greedily to wipe the smell of Lesser from his senses. Tru didn't know how Thrett could stand to stay in that small room with that stench. He jogged to catch up to Tara, who had stalked off around the small shed. The high from the fight had not worn off and as he drew near her his senses lit up like a Christmas tree. The closer he got to her the harder he got, his body pulsed with his need for her. She groaned deep in her throat, and although he knew it was in irritation, he wanted to hear the sound again.
Normally Tru would pull back, respect her boundaries, but he couldn't, not with the thrill of the hunt still humming in his veins. The heat of lust that he was always suppressing around Tara was burning beneath his skin and he needed to touch her, to kiss her, to have her. Tara seemed to pick up on his thoughts, because she quickened her pace, moving from a walk to a light run. That only stirred the embers of the hunt within Tru, egging him on, as she became his prey.
As she sped around buildings and into a small wooded area, Tru closed the distance between them. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he finally caught up to her and pushed her against a nearby tree. The contact of their bodies snapped something within him and the simmering heat under his skin rose to the surface and he released it with a groan of relief and pleasure. Tara gasped beneath him and melted into his body so that he was the only thing holding her up.
"What are you doing to me?" she panted.
"Nothing...yet," he teased, grinding into her with his pelvis. The contact elicited another moan from Tara and the heat began to simmer again beneath his skin. Acting on instinct, he pushed it out to the surface of his skin and shivered as it left his body. Tara groaned deep in her throat and writhed beneath him. The friction on his rock hard erection sent bolts of pleasure through his whole body. She was responding to him, finally! He rocked his hips forward again, a thrill running through him as another moan escaped from her.
"Please Tru, please stop," she said on a breathy sigh. But even as the words fell from her lips, she leaned into him.
"But you want this," he said, dropping his head to press his lips to the soft pale skin of her neck. "You want me," he continued, flicking his tongue out to run along the vein of her throat. His fangs descended with a dizzying speed.
"I didn't, before you...oh Virgin help me!" she gasped, as Tru sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Tru paused at the desperation in her tone. He pulled back to stare into her heavy lidded blue eyes. "Please, I love them, I can't..." Tara choked on a sob and Tru felt the heat leach right out of him. He pushed away from the tree and before he could blink she bolted from sight.
Tru rubbed his face with his hands, trying to understand what had just happened. Hadn't she responded to him? He had smelled her reaction to his touch, felt the way her body reached out for his. He groaned and punched the tree they had been pressed against. The bark crumbled away beneath his blow. Dhayn had clearly chosen Mel, but still Tara pined away for him, denied her feelings for Tru because of him. He ground his teeth and took a deep breath. She definitely won't respond to anger so pull your shit together. He calmed down his thoughts the way Tara had shown him, erecting his mental shields, and turned to follow the stubborn female.
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Tara ran as fast as she could to put distance between her and Tru. She didn't know what the hell had gotten into her, or to him. She always had a bit of a fight on her hands warding off his advances, but tonight had been different. She had nearly had an orgasm at his touch, had barely been able to keep an image of Dhayn's face in her mind long enough to resist giving in to him completely.
The farther away she got the clearer her mind was, but that also brought with it some serious guilt. She couldn't deny her feelings for Tru were getting more...complicated, but whatever lust mojo thing he had going on was clearly messing with her head. She loved Dhayn and Mel, and her heart still said she belonged with them, but her head was spinning in confusion and all she really wanted was to be able to talk to her best friends. Her heart gave a painful squeeze in her chest.
"Are you alright Tehrrify?" Thrett said, coming up behind her. She hadn't heard him coming out of the shed. Some Warrior she was turning out to be.
"I...I'm..." she stammered, and then straightened her spine, meeting his eyes with as much confidence as she could muster. Tonight was about proving her worth as a Warrior and she wasn't going to fuck that up. "Awaiting your orders sir. The perimeter is clear."
"The guys are almost here, you can take the rest of the night off," he said with a kind smile. A sliver of doubt edged into her mind. Was he was thinking she needed the time off, that she couldn't take fighting?
"I am alright to continue patrol, I don't need a night off sir," she worked to not sound defensive.
"I know you don't need it Tehrrify, but you aren't high enough in rank to stay for the interrogation of the prisoner, and I already have men out patrolling," he paused and placed a hand on her shoulder, "you will be a great asset to the Brotherhood, of that I have no doubt."
Tara felt heat rising on her cheeks at his words. "Thank you sir," she said, bowing her head slightly. She felt more than heard Tru come into the lot behind her. She stiffened and reinforced her mental shields - he wasn't going to get through this time.
"Take the rest of the night off Intrudehr," Thrett spoke over her head. He squeezed her shoulder and walked back toward the old shed. Once he was inside Tru cleared his throat, the nervous gesture so unlike him. Tara wanted to pry, to find out what he was thinking, but she didn't dare lift her shields again. The awkward silence steeped around them, itching beneath her skin until she couldn't take it any more.
"Say what you have to say, and then I am going home," she said bluntly, finally looking up to meet his eyes. They were shielded from her, cast downward as he focused on the ground between his shit-kickers. It made Tara uneasy to be cut off from that method of reading him too. It was like being closed into a soundproof room.
"You don't want to hear what I have to say princess," he said, glancing up and finally giving her a glimpse of his gold-flecked eyes. Tara took an involuntary step back at the potency of emotion swirling in the metallic depths.
She expected to feel the playful insistent prodding of lust that always accompanied those looks from Tru, but she felt nothing. That was much worse for some reason - like getting a mouthful of water when you are expecting juice. She peeled back her own layer of resistance, ignoring her conscience telling her otherwise, and reached for Tru's mental energy. She hit a wall, one she could break - the flaws were obvious to her - but the mere fact that it was there halted her.
"You're blocking me?" she asked, stepping forward and cocking her head.
"You asked me to, remember?" he replied dryly, his voice a harsh desert wind instead of the wet lusty heat she was used to. "Right before you ran away from me."
"Sorry," she said reflexively. "I was...it was too much for me." It was Tara's turn to study the ground. "I don't know how you did it, but all that lust back there wasn't me," she turned and walked slowly over to the churning black river, needing the calming sound of the water to soothe her nerves.
"It wasn't all me either princess," Tru said coming up behind her. He left an inch of space between them, but Tara felt the heat radiating off of his body like static energy dancing along her skin. "I wasn't holding back, but you responded, don't pretend you didn't."
Tara tried to remember through the fog of lust to what was happening in the woods. Her inner muscles rippled in remembered pleasure. She shook her head to dislodge the mental image of Tru pushing her up against the tree. She had wanted him, but she had also wanted him to stop. The emotions were both strong, but she was certain that something, or someone, outside of her own mind, had fed into her lust. She knew the flavors of emotions like a chef knows his herbs, and something had been too spicy about her hunger for Tru's touch.
"You were projecting your need onto me Tru, I don't know how you did it, but you did," Tara tried to soften her tone but he still recoiled, leaving a cool breeze at her back. Tara didn't turn to him, she was afraid of what she would see if she did.
"No," he said after a long silence. "You feel something for me Tara, it might not be as strong as my feelings for you but it's there." He gently grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him. Tara repressed a shiver at the passion in his eyes.
"You know I can't be with you Tru, you're just going to end up hurt if you keep trying to push this," Tara gestured between them. "Let it go, move on. I'm sure there are plenty of females who would cross oceans to be with you, but I can't, I love Dhayn and Mel."
"I don't deny that you love them, but you of all people know that you can love more that one person at once," he said softly, caressing her face with a warm calloused hand. "Why not three?"
Tara shook her head gently, breaking eye contact to stare at his chest.
"How long will you wait?" he asked, running his thumb along her jaw in a gentle touch that made her heart ache at his tenderness.
"As long as it takes," Tara said, the ache in her chest intensifying. "Until my father changes his mind."
"We both know that is never going to happen princess, so how long? How long will you spend your nights alone? How long will you torture yourself watching them be together?
Until they're mated?"
"They would never...that wouldn't happen." Tara stepped away from his touch, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather settling in her gut. That was a future that none of them could have. Even if her father miraculously came around, they would still have to face the rest of their people. The majority of their race did not accept polygamous relationships, and Tara had never heard of the Scribe Virgin blessing such a union. Tears welled in her eyes and Tara took another step back.
"I'm sorry Tara, I didn't mean to upset you," Tru said, his features softening in worry.
"Yeah, well you did," she snapped back at him. Without another word she apparated home.
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