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Chapter 19
Tru stepped out of the shower onto the heated granite tiled floor, and grabbed his toothbrush from the cup on the matching countertop. He watched himself absentmindedly in the mirror as he scrubbed his teeth and was just rinsing out his mouth when he heard a knocking sound drift in from the other room. He wrapped a soft grey towel around his waist and grabbed his Beretta from the top drawer of his vanity, gripping it tightly in his right hand. He wasn't expecting any company, so he crept as silently as he could as he followed the noise out into his main living space. His eyes went immediately to a shadow at his glass balcony doors. He relaxed immediately, he would recognize that silhouette anywhere, but why was she on his balcony just before sunrise?
Tru dropped his gun on his coffee table with a loud clang, and hurried over to the door to unlock it. The dark night sky was turning a brooding purple with the encroaching dawn. He pulled Tara into the room as his sun-blocking shutters began to close in from both sides. They were set to automatically engage just before the break of dawn, if he didn't close them manually. He shut the sliding glass door and relocked it. Turning to face the room, he found Tara pacing his living area with her arms crossed rightly over her tight black sweater. The soft hum of the shutters moving in their tracks silenced suddenly as they locked into place, sealing out the sun, and sealing them in together.
"What's up Princess?" he asked tentatively, a smile playing on his lips despite, or perhaps because of her anxious behavior. There was a long pause as she continued her pacing, all the while nibbling on her bottom lip. Finally she stopped and turned to face him.
"What did you do tonight," she laughed, "or I guess who did you do tonight would be the better question, right?" She resumed her pacing at a slower pace. Tru gave a halfhearted laugh at her joke.
"Actually," Tru started, crossing the room to stand closer to her, "I was visiting my sister and brother-in-law. They called just after you vanished. It seems I'm an uncle to a beautiful baby girl." Tru grinned as his news halted her steps.
"Oh," she smiled shyly, "w-what's her name?"
"Rylan," he said simply, smiling as he remembered the tiny female's rosy pink cheeks.
"And your sister? How is she?"
"She is happy and healthy."
"That's...great," Tara said, but the tiny crease between her eyebrows gave away her still-present frustration. Tru's curiosity was piqued, but after a few more minutes of silence he realized that he would have to fish for what was wrong with her.
"So, what is it that's got you all upset this time Princess?" Tru asked. Tara looked momentarily taken back by his question, but her expression soon changed to curiosity.
"Has anyone ever turned you down...like for sex?" she asked, avoiding his question once again.
Tru had to work to cover up his shock. He was not expecting that. He looked down and was surprised to realize that he was still wearing nothing but a towel. He turned away from Tara and made his way across the large open space to grab some boxers from the end of his bed. Having a loft made for less privacy, but he lived alone so he never really needed it, and it sure was convenient having everything at hand.
"I think you know the answer to that question," he replied, smiling at her suggestively. Tara rolled her eyes and flopped down onto his black leather couch, facing away from him. He dropped the towel and pulled on his black boxer-briefs.
"I meant other than me. Has there been anyone who you couldn't get into your bed?" she pressed. Tru thought about his answer as he walked back around the couch to face her.
"I don't know, probably." He shrugged. "I can't think of anyone off the top of my head, but I'm sure there has been. Why?"
"I'm working on a theory," she said, sitting forward with her elbows on her denim-clad knees. "Just go along with me for a minute please, this is important."
"Okay," Tru replied, taking the seat beside her. Tara shifted so that she was facing him, looking intently into his eyes. Their knees made contact and heat stirred to life in his gut. Tru felt his erection growing at just the simple touch and he berated himself internally for the weakness. "What do you want to know?"
"Has anyone ever...not wanted you in the beginning, and then...changed their mind?" she asked carefully. Tru tried to keep his mild shock under wraps. He was getting more and more adventurous of late, going for harder to land lays, but he hadn't told Tara about his sexual habits.
"I guess, there have been a couple that were unsure at first." He suddenly remembered the female from the night before; a supermodel from New York City that tried very hard to use her long-term boyfriend as a deterrent. Tru had her on her knees by the end of the night. He swallowed and Tara tracked the motion with her piercing blue eyes. "Where is this going Princess?"
"I think…I think you can make people want you," Tara said bluntly. It was a shot to his gut and he recoiled in response.
"I never make anyone do anything!" Tru stood up and paced away from her. He may be persistent in his conquests but he would never force anyone into anything.
"That's not what I mean Tru, just listen to me. I think you are like me, but different, you put off this...vibe, and it's nearly impossible to resist," she tried to explain.
Tru turned back to face her, his still present erection making a tent of the thin black fabric below his waist. Tara's eyes dropped and widened at the sight.
"So I am one of the Gifted, but my only power is an overactive sex drive? Wishful thinking princess, I know you are trying to explain your feelings for me away, but I am not letting you off that easy." Tru raised an eyebrow in challenge.
"I'm not making this up, and I am not asking you to," she replied.
"You're not asking me to what?" Tru demanded.
"To let me off," she said, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I want you to use your gift on me, I don't think I can do this otherwise."
"Do what?" Tru didn't think she could possibly mean what he was thinking, but his shoulders relaxed as he slowly came out of his defensive posture. Tara didn't answer him. Her cheeks reddened further as she got up from her seat and walked slowly toward him, locking her eyes onto his.
The heat Tru had grown so used to brimmed to life and became a slow-burning fire, coursing through his veins. He clenched his fists at his sides to keep from reaching out to her, from using her to quench the flames that were stirring up to a greater frenzy with each step she took closer to him. Tara sucked in a sharp breath.
"Yes, like that." She reached out to him and laid a hand on his bare bicep.
Tru had no idea what she was talking about, but when her hand brushed along his skin the fire pushed forward without him even thinking, latching onto her fingertips and siphoning out of his body and into hers. Tru quivered at the exchange - nearly climaxing just from that simple touch. He reached out tentatively and laid his hands on her slender hips. The soft fabric of her black sweater caressed his fingertips and invited him to trail them over her flat stomach.
"Why now?" he asked, needing to know before things got any more out of hand, and he lost all ability to think clearly. Something was still...off.
"I need to let them go," she said, her voice full of sadness. Tru pulled back from her, her words a slap of reality.
"So this is about them, not about you and me?" He tried to keep the bite out of his words, but he had forgotten to tamper his emotions. He watched as his hurt and jealousy hit her and she cringed against the mental blow. Tru stepped back from her and worked to put up his mental shields like Tara had taught him.
"Please Tru," she begged, her piercing blue eyes filling with unshed tears. "I know you want me, and I need to do this, I need to move on, just like you said." She grabbed the hem of her sweater and started to tug it up, exposing her soft pale skin.
"Stop," Tru's said, moving forward to still her hand. The rejection in her eyes nearly undid him, but he wasn't going to take advantage of her, especially after the accusations she had been throwing around. Especially not after everything they had been through - after waiting for so long. "I want you Princess, but not like this." He reached down and tilted her chin up so that be could capture her gaze. "Now tell me what's wrong."
...
Tara lay with her cheek pressed against Tru's muscular chest. It wasn't the comfiest of pillows but she couldn't bring herself to pull away from his embrace. She was drifting in and out of sleep, waking at every sound or motion, not used to sharing a bed with anyone other than Mel - and even then it was usually her own, not the silky satin covered mattress she was cuddled up in.
More than the strange bed, her thoughts kept her awake. Why hadn't Tru fucked her? She had always assumed that was his end game - to win their battle of teasing and rejection and get her into his bed. Well I guess he did that much, she smiled to herself.
He had made her talk about what had happened with Dhayn and Mel, had even put on more clothes to cover up his raging hard-on, but had refused all of her advances. Tara had been exhausted from crying and, still somewhat hoping to weaken his resolve, had agreed to share his bed. Much to her surprise, nothing happened.
Now she lay in his arms, his clean male scent surrounding her, trying to figure out why his actions weren't matching his emotions. Maybe she had given Tru too little credit? She had blown him off as nothing but a playboy, but looking back over their months together she began to realize that she wasn't really being fair to him. Tara could feel the stirrings of guilt in the pit of her stomach. He really was a true friend, and she had just tried to use him like a glorified man-whore. She would have to apologize when he woke up.
Tru murmured in his sleep and Tara smiled at the incoherent words. She wondered what he was dreaming about, and without thinking about it, she lifted her shields and touched his mind with hers.
There was a wave of lust that had her nearly moaning aloud as flashes of Tru burying his face between her legs flitted through her mind along the link they now shared.
She should have pulled back, respected his privacy, but she was lost to the draw of him. Even in his sleep he had a magnetic pull that held her captivated as his dreaming mind conjured up scene after scene of the two of them in every imaginable position. Tara felt a new kind of heat as the dream drew her in deeper, until she reached out within his dream, to steer it in a certain direction. That brought her back to reality with a jolt. Whoa, I can do that? Tara thought excitedly, her pulse a loud beating drum in her ears. Hmmm now this could be interesting.
…
"We need to find her," Dhayn argued with his uncle, struggling against his firm grip on Dhayn's shoulder.
"And we will, but not until sundown," the male replied sternly. Dhayn felt like a youngling again when Stehlth used that tone with him. He would usually have bowed to the threat behind the words, but not today, not with Tara missing and no word from her since dawn.
"Move out of my way Stehlth, I'm not stupid, I'll wait until the sun is hidden behind the hills," he growled, shaking off the male's hand.
"She's fine Dhayn," Mel assured him, though there was worry clearly evident in her bronze eyes.
"I can't feel her," Dhayn said curtly, turning to face Mel.
"You haven't exchanged blood with her in months, and even still, she could just be sleeping," she pointed out.
"Or she could be drugged, or the Virgin knows what else." Dhayn threw his hands up in exasperation. Mel and Stehlth still stood firmly between him and the door to the vestibule. He needed to find Tara, to follow whatever remained of their bond and bring her safely home. "Why aren't you taking this threat seriously? You both know as well as I do that Warriors have been disappearing and showing up dead for months."
"And you will only add to that death toll if you do something stupid like risking the sun to find her," Stehlth said, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. Dhayn knew that the older male would restrain him if he tried to push passed. He started to consider the other exits from the house, but most were under lockdown until the sun was fully set. The vestibule was his only chance at an immediate exit.
"Please D, don't let panic cloud your judgment, just wait a few more minutes and we can go and find her together," Mel pleaded, her hand reaching out for his. He allowed her to take it and felt a reassuring squeeze that did nothing to assuage his worry. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath.
"She is fine," Thrett's voice boomed from the top of the stairs. Dhayn whirled around to face him. The tension had left his commander's stance, and that alone helped to set Dhayn at ease. "She had her phone off while she was sleeping and will be home after first meal." Thrett turned to walk back toward his office, but Dhayn called out to stop him.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"At a friend's apartment." Thrett waved off any further questions and receded back down the hall. The fear had left the male's eyes, but tension on his face gave away the remnants of anger and anxiety still brewing beneath the surface. Tara was going to be in deep shit when she got home.
"What friend?" Dhayn asked, turning to Mel just as she said, "Intrudehr."
"It would be best if you two ate something and got ready for your shift," Stehlth interrupted, walking around them toward the dining room.
"Right," Mel said softly, her face lined with confusion. She walked slowly after Stehth, pulling Dhayn along by the hand she still held in her own.
"She didn't tell anyone," Dhayn whispered, more to himself than anyone else, of course Mel heard him and her shoulders tensed. "I'm sure it's nothing," he went on, "she hangs out with Intrudehr all the time."
He really wished he could believe his own words, but this felt different – Tara had never stayed with anyone other than her aunt, and Dhayn feared what this could mean. A cold shiver ran down his back. Was she giving up on them?
"She's a grown female, and she can stay out if she wants to," Mel said, squaring her shoulders. "I'm sure she's going to tell me all about it when we get back."
"Yeah, probably," Dhayn replied dispassionately.
He would find Tara if she didn't find one of them first. There was no way he could let her just walk away from what they had, there had to be some compromise, some way to save their relationship. He cleared his throat against the lump forming and gave Mel's hand a gentle squeeze. They would figure it out, together. He was probably just jumping to conclusions anyway.
They walked the rest of the way to dining room in silence. Mel's parents were seated at the table with Stehlth. A large array of pastries, cheeses and meats were laid out on the large rectangular table, and the doggen were busily bringing in coffee and more steaming plates of food from the kitchen. Dhayn's stomach grumbled in response to the display and he gave into the distraction of his hunger to help get his mind off of Tara. There was nothing he could do until he saw her.
They sat down at the table with Mel next to her mahmen. Dhayn was trying his best to seem attentive as the others tried to include him in their conversations. It was easier once Huntehr came in and took a seat across from him. They shifted into battle stories and soon Dhayn's belly was full and he was laughing along with Huntehr at one of his jokes. Mel's voice pulled his attention back to her – she had been silent most of the meal.
"No, she didn't find us…when was this?" Mel asked her mahmen.
"Last night. I think you two were in the theater," Cynthia said, her cheeks filling with color. "I told her as much, and she headed that way."
"Huh. Weird," Mel said, reaching under the table to grasp Dhayn's knee. She turned and caught his eye with her startled expression, and he didn't need to read her mind to know what she was thinking. Dhayn knew exactly what Tara would have seen if she had gone to the theater last night. He reached below the table and enveloped her small hand with his.
"Well, at least we know why," he whispered quietly in her ear. Mel nodded mutely and went back to picking at the food on her plate.
Now all I have to do is find her.
…
Tara ended the call with her sire and bit her bottom lip as she slipped her phone into her jeans pocket. She hadn't even thought about telling anyone where she was going last night, granted she hadn't really been thinking clearly.
"Everything alright Princess?" Tru asked from the open concept kitchen across the room. It was strange having every room in the same room – well apart from the bathroom thankfully. Tara wasn't sure if she would like loft-style living, but it sure was a nice change from the gargantuan museum of a house she was raised in. Tru's spacious loft looked a lot different from the last time she had been over; with separate areas furnished for eating, sleeping, and hanging out.
"I think he is going to tear a strip off me when I get home, but yeah, everything's fine," she replied, reaching for the steaming mug of coffee on the table in front of her. The big blue mug required two hands. She cradled it to her chest and breathed in the rich aroma; a dark roast with a blend of vanilla and hazelnut. She smiled into the mug with her first sip. This is heaven.
"You could stay for the night if you want," Tru offered. "Or we could go out."
"Delaying the inevitable." Tara shook her head and took another sip. Not that the offer wasn't tempting, but she knew her sire would only get angrier the longer he had to wait – better to get it over with before things got out of hand.
"It's your night off, you don't even have to report in." Tru finished doctoring up his own cup of coffee and walked around the kitchen island to lean against one of the barstools. He was wearing a pair of baggy sweats that hung low on his hips, and nothing to cover up his chiseled chest and abs. Tara couldn't help but run her eyes over the impressive display, lingering a little too long on the golden trail that led from his navel to the waistband of his pants. She quickly took great interest in the caramel brown of her coffee.
"You don't know Thrett," Tara said simply. She glanced up at him after a few moments of silence. He was running a hand through his short blonde hair with an odd look on his face. She finished what was left in her mug and set it back on the table. The action seemed to pull him out of his thoughts.
"You should come and meet Rylan," Tru said. "I mean, if you want to. I know my sister would love to meet you."
Tara was shocked silent by his offer. Sure, they had become close friends, and she did kind of show up on his doorstep for a booty call, but that just made it harder for her to understand their relationship. What would meeting his family mean? It's only his sister, she reasoned. It's not like he's bringing you home to meet the folks. But still…
"Or not," Tru interrupted her thoughts. "I don't even know if you like younglings. It was just a suggestion – you know, to escape the wrath of your sire."
"Yeah, I know," Tara reassured him, "and I would love to meet your niece, but I have to go home first."
"Face the angry bull and then come out to play?" Tru joked. Tara smiled, and it felt nice. It had been way too long since she had genuinely smiled.
"I'm not making any promises," Tara said, getting to her feet. Tru got up from his stool to walk her to the balcony door. She already knew that she would go, she had never seen a newborn in person before, but she couldn't give in that easily.
"I'll message you the address, unless you've changed your mind," Tru said suggestively, reaching out to run his fingertips down her neck. It was the first time he had made an advance toward her since she had shown up, and it threw her a little off kilter. But, this was their game: their whole relationship was based on him flirting and her denying. Last night she had messed up their balance, but this morning…
"Maybe later golden boy," Tara teased. She reached around and smacked his ass, not failing to notice how nice that ass was, and left the way she had come. The cheeky grin on his face before she apparated home was the same one she was used to, when things between them were normal. Now, if only she could figure out what she wanted her normal to be.
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