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Chapter 21
Tara pulled up to Tru's building and shut off her bike, kicking out the stand as she dismounted. He had assured her that it was cool with him if she wanted to crash at his place for a little while until she resolved things with her sire, or found her own apartment. She pressed the button above her ear on her helmet and it retracted from her face and neck with a series of soft clicks.
A few humans walked to and from one of the four identical buildings at the intersection 3rd and Main, braving the early spring chill to save cab fare. She was otherwise alone on the stretch of pavement.
She looked up at his tall glass building, and tried to picture herself living in a place like that. There was no arguing how beautiful the lofts and suits were, but was she really a glass and steel kind of girl? Looking down at her black leather pants and jacket, she had to admit that she looked the part. The hard part was going to be living alone. Tara held back a flinch as her loneliness and hurt bombarded her from the inside.
She watched a couple run out of the building across the street, and frantically wave down a taxi as it slowed to let them in. The man open the door for the woman and she gave him a shy smile before ducking into the rear of the car. Tara reached out with her senses and touched on the barrier of their minds. They we filled with happiness and excitement, and the man was hesitantly allowing himself to feel the first glimmers of love. Had Dhayn looked at her that way?
Tara slammed her shields back up and cracked her neck to relieve some of the built up tension threatening to give her a headache. Her heart squeezed in her chest and she pressed a fisted hand into her abdomen as pangs of loss seized her gut. She didn't know how to leave them, but she knew that is what she had to do. Dhayn and Mel wouldn't move on until she did, and if she really loved them, she would do it, for them. Her throat grew thick as tears threatened her eyes. If only she could block out her own emotions. She furrowed her brows and clenched her jaw as she added pressure to her mental shields.
Her pain dampened to a subtle background noise, still present, but bearable. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the tall building again. She needed a distraction, a way to move on; but would Tru give that to her. She felt her guilt threaten to swim up to the surface at the thought of using him that way, but she shoved it down resolutely. She pictured herself with Tru, she would be happy with him. He made her laugh, he looked at her like she was a priceless piece of art, and he took her seriously as a Warrior. She tried to imagine bringing him back to the mansion, that would definitely have to wait. She noticed that, with her guilt and loss securely kept at bay, she could see it, and for the first time it didn't scare her.
A black sedan pulled up behind her in the nearly empty street pulling her out of her fantasies. Henry, the doggen driving the car, stepped out from behind the wheel and rushed to the rear of the vehicle to pop open the spacious trunk. Tara hurried to help the male with her suitcases, but at his startled look she decided to graciously accept his help.
She couldn't have brought all her stuff on her bike, that was for sure, and she was grateful that he hadn't asked any questions. The little bald male only came up to her chin, but his shirt and tails gave him an air of stature beyond his small frame. He was one of the oldest doggen she had ever met, and although he was stanch and proper, she had glimpsed his gentle heart over the years, and he was very dear to her for the kindness he had shown her growing up in the mansion.
The doorman was expecting them, and ushered Tara and Henry through the black and white checkered lobby to a service elevator that was slightly larger than the main ones she had used before. They needed the room with Henry trying to carry all four of her bags at once. The scene reflected itself back at Tara infinitely in the mirrored space and she hid her smile at how ridiculous the little bald male looked overloaded as he was with purple leather suitcases. They rode up to Tru's floor in silence, and exited to a brightly lit gold and beige hallway. The carpet was plush and soft beneath Tara's feet, and the subtly patterned walls and beautifully crafted sconces added to the luxurious feel. So it's not all glass and steel, she thought to herself. She had forgotten how beautiful the hallways were. Although, granted she was quite loaded the last time she saw them.
Tru answered his door moments later, wearing a V-neck sweater and fitted jeans. Tara probably shouldn't have noticed the sizable bulge hanging to the left of his fly, or how it began to grow unexplainably bigger as she stared. She forced herself to swallow as her mouth ran dry and turned her attention to keeping her mental shields in place. She could feel a prickling sensation as her nervousness bounced around in her head.
After thanking Henry, and forcing him to relinquish the still-packed bags, Tara reluctantly used her phone to unlock her bike so that he could move it into the underground parking. It was worth letting someone else ride her black stallion if it meant skipping the awkward where should I put my clothes moment. Tara was fine to live out of her suitcases for the couple of days she would be there.
Her bags were piled at the end of Tru's massive California King size bed. The silver bedspread caught her eye.
"This is new," Tara said, running a hand along the top of the bed. The material was a light suede that felt as soft as whipped cream below her fingertips. The subtle geometric design stitched into the surface was tastefully done and seemed to match Tru's style perfectly.
"It was a gift," Tru said. He was across the loft in the kitchen area, pouring something into two small tumblers.
"From who?" Curious as to who would be giving Tru gifts. Had one of his flings become more than casual? Was she intruding on his relationship by being there? And why did she have that odd clawing feeling in her gut?
"Jealous?" Tru put a name to it with an evil grin. His freshly shaven face showed a dimple in his right cheek.
"No," she lied. She had no right to be jealous - and what would it mean if she was?
"Relax Princess, it was from my mahmen. Kaelyn gave it to me when I went over there yesterday. Speaking of which, her and Dehryn are really excited to meet you." His eyes danced with a glimmer of gold in the chocolate brown depths.
Tara started to feel her jittering nerves again and accepted the drink he offered readily. She downed it in one gulp, the whiskey burning a trail of heat down her throat. She fought back a cough and handed the empty glass back to Tru. He laughed and sipped his own, setting her glass on a nearby end table.
"We don't have to go you know?" He reached out as if to take her hand, but stopped halfway and dropped his arm to his side. Tara stared at his empty hand, and then at his tortured expression. She couldn't help it, she had to know what was going on inside that golden head of his.
She concentrated carefully and slowly lifted her shield, ready to slam them back in place if she needed to. Her curiosity seemed to overpower her previous turmoil and allowed her to concentrate. She reached out and prodded at where Tru's emotions should have been, but she got a whole lot of nothing.
"Don't think I don't know exactly what you're doing Princess," Tru said with a smirk. "And you won't be getting in my head without a fight." He sat down on the back of the leather couch and raised a brow at her in challenge.
"I could if I wanted to," Tara gloated, feeling childish as the words left her mouth.
"Ah, and I could have you, if I wanted to," he mocked.
Tara stepped up into his space and leaned into his hard unyielding body. She felt his muscles bunch and flex beneath the pressure of her weight, trying to keep from falling over the back of the couch.
"Let's get one thing straight," Tara whispered into his ear. "If we have sex..."
"When," Tru interrupted.
"If, we have sex, it will be because I want it." Tara finished, flicking her tongue out to tease along the rim of his ear. The heat between them was stirring to life again, and Tara knew she was playing with fire, but hadn't she wanted this?
"Exactly," Tru said, his voice husky with need. "When." He used his free hand to pull her hips in tighter to his body, where she felt the hard length of his erection pulsing between them.
Tara pulled her face back in shock, her mouth dropping open on a small gasp. Then he kissed her. His lips crashed into hers, soft but relentless as he devoured her mouth with a passion and intensity that she couldn't help but respond to. All thought fled as she simply felt. She moved her lips in sync with his and parted them when his tongue prodded for entrance. She moaned into his kiss as he entered her mouth and lead her in a dance of building pleasure.
Her body was engulfed in wave after wave of burning passion as she gave herself over to the feel of him. His strong arms enveloping her, his body pressing impossibly closer. Tara's core was swollen and weeping by the time he pulled away, staring at her with a fever in his eyes. His lips were red and swollen and she licked her own as she stared at them.
"What are you thinking?" Tru asked, surprising her.
"That I want to do that again," Tara replied simply, and she felt a new rush of blood fill her cheeks.
"And?" he pressed.
"And this time don't stop until I tell you to," she teased. Tara wet her lips again and waited for him to bend his head to hers. His expression looked almost relieved as he brought his hand up to cup her face.
"What if I don't want to stop?"
"Too bad, I make the rules."
"Yes, Your Majesty," he said with a bigger grin. He lifted his forgotten glass to his lips and finished his whiskey. Tara was surprised he had held on to it. He placed the empty glass on the end table next to hers and rested both his hands on her hips.
Tara stared into his gold flecked eyes and felt the remainder of her shields fall away. It was strangely euphoric, the weightlessness that came with a free mind. She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes to revel in the feeling. She felt her fear and nerves stirring, but as Tru caressed her body gently with his big warm hands, she was awash with longing and everything else ceased to matter.
"If I let go right now, there will be no stopping Princess," Tru said with a serious note to his voice. Tara opened her eyes again, and watched as indecision passed over his features.
"If I say stop, I know you'll stop, and if you don't, I'll make you."
"You won't want to, no one ever does." He wasn't being cocky, she could see the truth of his words in the almost worried look in his eyes. So he wasn't quite ready to acknowledge his power, but some part of him knew it was true.
Tara reached up between them and grasped the tab of her zipper, slowly parting her leather jacket until she could shrug it off onto the floor. She had been right about one thing last night, she needed this, and now she knew he needed it too. They may have had different reasons, so what? She grabbed the hem of her burgundy T and lifted it up and over her head. The air on her skin felt electric and as Tru stared at her red lace covered breasts she nearly screamed out to be touched.
"Sweet Virgin, you're beautiful," he whispered, awe in his voice.
Tara's heart beat faster and faster as he slowly lowered his head and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. She screamed out in pleasure and pressed forward, begging for more. Her mind was a delicious blur of pleasure and wanting, and all she could think about was the hard length rocking slowly into her thigh. She reached for his fly, needing to see him, needing to feel him deep inside. Her finger hooked behind the first button and it slid free. He shuddered against her breast and kissed a trail to its mate. She popped the next button, and the next. Just as the final one came free, a buzzing started in his pocket, followed by the musical tones of his phone.
Tru groaned and fished impatiently in his pocket. The action pulled down his pants slightly, and Tara was pleased to see he had nothing on under them. He yanked out the offending device and was just about to throw it across the room, when Tara saw the display. Her heart sank.
"It's your sister," she said, laying a hand over his to stop him.
"Dammit," he groaned. "I don't have to answer this, she can leave a message."
"Weren't we supposed to be there ten minutes ago?" Tara was shocked by the time on the display. Tru visibly fought back his sexual frustration and connected the call.
"Hey, sorry sis...no, we're still coming...no, I wouldn't just bail on you...okay, thanks for the reminder, see you soon." He ended the call and threw back his head on a dramatic sigh.
"We could just..." Tara started, running a hand down his six-pack and teasing along his open waistline.
"No." he cut her off, picking her up by the waist and setting her down on her feet in front of him. "I plan on taking my time with you Princess. Now let's go get this over with so we can finish what we started."
"Hey, this was your idea," Tara teased.
"And I am a fool. Now go get dressed before I devour you."
Tara's eyes went wide at the promising threat of his words, but quickly obeyed. She changed into a cobalt blue silk shirt and a black skirt that fell just above her knees. The slit in the back gave her plenty of movement in her silver stilettos. She smiled at Tru's reaction to her outfit and did a slow turn to tease him further.
Her mood was light as they went down to his pickup and drove out to his sister's ranch, but as she stepped out onto the gravel of their long driveway, her first thought was, Mel would love this place. Her throat felt thick and guilt settled like lead in her stomach. Dear Virgin in the Fade, help me get through this night.
...
Tru walked around the front of his truck, leading Tara by the hand. For the thousandth time, he wished that he was the one with her abilities. Her face flitted between countless emotions and settled on a smile he knew was fake.
Was she regretting what they had done, what they were doing? Virgin, what was he thinking? She had just broken up with her lovers and he was already all over her. But, hadn't that been exactly what she had asked for? Hadn't she been drifting apart from them for months? Tru tried his best to keep his own thoughts to himself, the last thing he needed was for her to read any doubt in him - not if he was going to win her over.
"Are you ready?" he asked as they paused in front of the classic wooden door of Kaelyn and Dehryn's ranch-style house.
"Of course I am," she said, reaching out and grasping his hand. Her eyes gave away her uncertainty, but he was happy that she had initiated contact between them for the second time that night, so he didn't question her further.
Tru knocked on the solid door and it swung open seconds later. His sister stood in doorway, backlit by the warm glow of candles burning behind her. She wore a flirty flower-print dress and Tru still found it odd that her stomach was gone, the fabric fell flat over her abdomen. Her blonde curls were pulled back from her face, which lit up when she noticed their linked hands.
"Hi guys! You must be Tara? Come on in!" Kaelyn said, far to brightly. Tru shot her a warning look as they stepped over the threshold.
"Hi sis," Tru leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Tara this is Kaelyn." Tara smiled at his sister and inclined her head politely.
It turned out that Tara was still a product of the glymera, no matter how much of a Warrior she was; she behaved differently than he had ever seen her. She was excessively polite and gracious. She stood with her back straight, and sat at the dinner table with her shoulders back. She even laughed differently - the girlish giggle had him raising his brows. After dinner, and quite a few glasses of wine, she started to revert to her usual, easy-going self.
"So you're a fighter like Tru?" Dehryn asked rocking Rylan gently in his arms as she fought off sleep.
"Yes," Tara said, her eyes fixed on the tiny form of the youngling.
"If you don't mind me asking, why?"
"My sire is a Brother, and his father was, and his father before him. For generations my family has fought to protect our race. Why should I be any different just because I have breasts?" Her eyes grew wide as saucers as she realized what she had said, and she promptly put her glass of wine down on the table in front of her.
"Amen, Sister," Kaelyn said with a raise of her own glass. "With the males serving as Chosen without shame, and females taking up their Daggers in our war our society is finally starting to change."
"Not completely, but every little step counts," Tara said with a nod.
Tru smiled at her, betting his pride showed on his face. He was proud to be her partner, she could hold her own better than half the males he knew. He reached out and wove his fingers through her, their hands resting on his knee.
They had arrived for midnight meal decided to leave when it was time for Rylan's feeding a couple of hours later. Tru gave his thanks to his sister and Tara promised to come back and visit sometime soon. Overall it went better than he had hoped.
He opened the passenger door for her and helped her into the seat. As she swung her legs in, one at a time, her skirt rode up her toned thighs. Tru reached out without thinking and ran his hand up one leg. He stopped himself when he reached the hem of her skirt but it took every bit of willpower he had to pull back from her.
He couldn't meet her eyes, not wanting to see her fear or revulsion. Clenching his teeth, he stepped back and closed her door, making his was swiftly around the front of the truck. He avoided her gaze as he backed out of the driveway and started back toward town.
"Pull over," Tara said suddenly.
Tru acted instantly, slamming his breaks and swerving to the side of the road. Tru scanned the area for a threat. They were on a long stretch of two-lane highway surrounded on both sides by ancient evergreens. Finding nothing outside he looked to Tara to find out what was wrong. She unfastened her seatbelt and turned in her seat to face him head on.
"Why did you stop?" she asked.
"Because you asked me to," Tru answered, confused.
"Not the truck, why did you stop touching me back there? You never stop, I always have to stop you."
"I didn't want..." Tru unlatched his own belt and turned to her. "I didn't want to fuck this up." He swallowed back the lump forming in his throat. "I have wanted this for so long. I've dreamed of the day you would finally leave them and..." he stopped, not wanting to bring Dhayn into it. He wasn't sure how to act, or how not to act.
"What do you want Tara?" he asked, reaching out and clasping her hand in his. She stared at him in silence for what felt like an hour before speaking.
"This."
She moved toward him and reached up with her free had to grip the back of his neck, tugging him forward until his lips met hers. His confusion was drowned out by lust as she climbed on top of his lap, her skirt piling at her waist to reveal her lacy red panties. Tru felt the flash-burn of lust seconds before it rushed out of him and into her. She moaned into his mouth and pressed impossibly closer.
"You're sure?" Tru asked against her lips.
"Mmmhmm," she mumbled.
Tru wound his arms around her and slipped his hands up under the back of her silk shirt. The heat of her core pressing down on his erection had him gripping her tighter. He couldn't get close enough, he needed more. Her hands twisted in his hair, holding his lips captive to hers. He reached between them and popped the buttons of his fly, preparing to pull himself free, when a telltale sound began to ring out from her purse on the floorboard.
"Don't answer it," he begged, gripping her tight ass to keep her pressed against him.
"I have to; that's Thrett's ringtone," she said, defeated.
She reached down and fished her phone out of her purse. She carefully positioned herself so that tru wouldn't be onscreen and accepted the call.
"Tehrrify, Mehlisha has been shot." Thrett's voice sounded over the speaker. Tara's face paled and her eyes widened in horror. "She is at the west-end clinic. I thought you should know."
"Thank you sir, I'm headed there now," Tara said, and then she hung up.
"Take me there now...please." Tears were brimming over her eyes as Tru nodded and slid her from his lap.
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