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Chapter 22
Dhayn looked up from his seat beside Mel in the dimly lit recovery room. She had finally fallen asleep but he couldn't make himself leave her side. He had been so scared that he was going to lose her, had nearly went insane as he paced the hallway in front of where they operated on her. The doctor had removed all four bullets and was able to stop the internal bleeding long enough for her body to start the healing process.
When a nurse had come out to ask him if he would be willing to let Mel feed from him, he nearly burst through the small metal door that separated them. After taking a fair amount of his blood the color returned to her cheeks and she was able to stay conscious enough to make fun of him for being so worried.
He watched her face as she slept. Her thick lashes fluttered slightly as her eyes moved behind her closed lids. She must have been dreaming. Her forehead creased in concern and her pretty little lips pursed into a frown. He slid his hand out from under hers, and gently pushed her hair back from her face, whispering calming words to set her sleeping mind at ease. The way she immediately calmed filled him with a sense of pride that stirred up a pleasant warmth in his belly. He had helped save her, which almost made up for his hesitation earlier in the night, almost.
A young female orderly poked her head in the door and Dhayn turned to see what she needed. Mel didn't need any more medical attention, just rest. He nodded for her to speak.
"Sorry to disturb you," she whispered. "There is a female here demanding to see Mehlisha, what would you like me to tell her?"
A female? Dhayn puzzled. Cynthia and Krush had already left. Who would... Dhayn's eyes widened in shock. Tara! How had he forgotten about Tara? He got up quietly from his chair and rushed out the door startling the orderly.
"She's...family," he said in explanation, once in the hallway.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know." The small female blushed a rose-petal pink and clutched her clipboard to her chest.
"Don't worry about it. Where is she?" Dhayn asked impatiently.
"Just down this way." She lead the way down the brightly lit hallway and turned into the small waiting room they had tried to get Dhayn to stay in earlier. Tara was pacing with her back to him, but she turned as he entered. Her cheeks were streaked with remnants of the mascara she had been wearing and her eyes were red and puffy. Dhayn's heart gave a painful squeeze. He hurried over to her and pulled her into his arms.
"It's okay, she's okay," he assured her. "We got here in time and the doc fixed her up good as new. She's sleeping like a youngling." He pulled back from her to catch her eyes. They were still swimming with fear and pain.
"I am so sorry that I didn't call you. I didn't want to leave her side." He kissed the top of her head and took a deep breath. The scent that wafted up from her hair was not what he was used to. She still smelled like lavender and vanilla, but there was something else, something male. Dhayn stepped away from her slowly and shoved his hands in his pockets to stop them from shaking.
"Dhayn? What is it?" Tara asked, a quiver in her voice.
"Where's Intrudehr?" he asked, grinding his teeth. He would kill him. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
"He went to get me a coffee, why? What's wrong?" She crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive posture.
"Why do you smell like him?" Dhayn blurted out, his nerves to shot to beat around the bush.
"Because I have been with him the whole night." Tara looked confused
"With him, or with him Tara?" he asked, not really wanting to hear the answer, but needing to regardless.
"No. I wasn't with him," she said, but she couldn't meet his eyes.
"So that's it? You're giving up on us?" he pressed. "Is it because of what you saw in the theater? 'Cause that was the only time Tara, I swear. Mel and I have been waiting for you."
Dhayn's heart began to race as the reality of what might be happening started to sink in. He hadn't really believed she would leave them, the fears Mel had had seemed ridiculous. The look in Tara's eyes - a mixture of sadness and resolution - showed him just how wrong he had been. He wanted to take his words back, to pretend that this conversation wasn't happening.
"It's not because of that," she said, her face falling.
"Then what is it?" Dhayn asked. "We can figure it out, we belong together."
"No Dhayn, we don't," Tara said. She focused her swimming sapphire gaze on his and his chest tightened in fear.
This can't be happening. He began to panic. He had to stop this before things went beyond his control. He couldn't lose her. He was going to kill Intrudehr.
"No, you will not," Tara said, fear taking over her features. "Dhaynger I swear to the Virgin if you hurt him..."
"Why? Please just tell me why." Dhayn felt his panic rising, jumbling his thoughts.
"I don't want to be with you and Mel anymore."
"I don't buy that!" he yelled.
"Well, it's true!"
She clenched her hands into fists at her sides. She seemed to be at a loss for words, further proving his belief that she didn't really mean what she was saying. If only he could figure out what it was that was upsetting her, then maybe he could prove to her that she still loved him, still loved them.
"Look, I already moved out of the mansion...so it will be easier for you two." She said, squaring her shoulders.
"What?" Dhayn charged forward and grabbed on to her shoulders. "When did this happen, where will you go?" A cold trickle of dread slithered down his back, making him shudder.
"I moved my stuff into Tru's loft this evening." Tara stepped out from under his hands. "I'm sorry Dhayn, I will always love you but..."
"But your fucking someone else now?" Dhayn snapped. He shook his head and stared at the white linoleum floor.
His emotions jumped all over the place; from anger to desperation. He looked up at Tara, one of the two females he loved, and begged her with unspoken words not to leave him. As he met her eyes, an overwhelming calm spread over him like a blanket, and suddenly he could breathe normally again.
"I'll look in on Mel on my way out. I'm sure she needs her rest," Tara said with sadness misting her eyes.
Dhayn stayed resolutely silent as he sunk into one of the waiting room chairs. Why was he so calm? Tara stared at him and he had the overwhelming impression that everything was going to be okay.
"What room is she in?" Tara asked
"Two-twelve," he replied in a detached voice. What was happening? Shouldn't he feel upset? He looked up to get answers from Tara, but she was already gone.
After five minutes or so he suddenly realized he should probably get back to Mel. He walked back down the hall and crept into her room. She was still fast asleep and he had the undeniable urge to be closer to her. It drove him to her bedside, where he stroked her hair, her arm. His love for her bubbled up to the surface, breaking through the odd numbness. He sat down in the chair beside the bed and took her hand. Everything was going to be fine, Mel would know what to do.
...
Tara played with the lip of her empty coffee cup to distract herself from thinking. It didn't really work. Even blocking out all of Dhayn's emotions hadn't helped her break up with him. Dhayn's face had shown near-physical pain, and she was the cause of it. She had never had to do anything that painful in her entire life.
It was the right thing to do, she told herself for the hundredth time. Was it right to manipulate him? Another voice in her head accused. I did what I had to do so that he can move on.
"We're here Princess," Tru said, breaking into her thoughts.
Tara unbuckled her seatbelt as Tru came around to open her door. She accepted his hand to help her down and let him keep it as they walked to the elevators. She needed the contact, it steadied her, along with the waves of happiness that bubbled up and out of him at the simple touch. She focused on Tru's positive feelings and continued to dampen her own pain and fear until she felt a trickle of anticipation form in her own mind.
They didn't talk as they travelled up in the elevator, and even once they were inside Tru's place she didn't know what to say. She was standing below a dam that held back her emotions, and she knew that if she caused even the smallest crack, she would be lost in the current, and she wasn't ready for that struggle.
"Do you want something to drink," Tru said from his walk-in closet next to the bathroom. He came out in a tight white sleeveless shirt - his muscular arms on display.
"Yes, please," Tara said. Making her way over to the kitchen area.
She pulled out one of the stools from under the bar-top and leaned with her elbows on the cool black marble. Tru sauntered over and retrieved a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. Tara had been expecting more whiskey, but was grateful with the first sip. The sweet wine made her mouth water for more.
"Another housewarming gift from my mahmen," Tru said, drinking from his glass. "It's not bad."
Tara took a bigger sip and nodded. Why was it so hard to act normal? She was usually comfortable around Tru - well maybe not at first, but definitely after their first couple weeks as a team.
"Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Tru came around the counter and pulled out the stool next to her.
"Not really," she said, keeping her eyes downcast. "So the quilt and the wine are from your mahmen? How come you never talk about her?"
"I haven't actually talked to her in over two years." Tru gulped his wine and then topped up his glass. Tara nodded when he offered her more.
"Why?"
"I cut off communication with them when I left with Kaelyn."
"It wasn't a happy parting?" Tara asked, curious to hear more about his elusive family.
"You could say that. They weren't going to let her mate Dehryn, and when she said she was going to do it anyway my sire kicked her out of the house."
"And you went with her?"
"Yeah, I was tired of their manipulation and social climbing. Kicking out my sister was the last straw. So, I left. Haven't seen or talked to them since."
"Kaelyn obviously has," Tara said, a little shocked by her assumption. The alcohol was loosening her lips.
"She got back in touch with our mahmen when she found out she was pregnant. I guess they've mended things."
"But you haven't?"
"No." He shook his head and turned to look at Tara. "He's never even apologized for what he did. The bastard thinks he was justified in ostracizing his only daughter, and for what? She wouldn't marry the male he had picked out for her." Tru ran a hand through his short blond hair. "No, he doesn't deserve forgiveness."
They sat in tense silence for a minute before Tara got up the nerve for her next question.
"But what about your mahmen?" she asked gently. "If your sister has patched things up with her, and she obviously still thinks about you..."
"I've been considering it."
"And?" Tara pressed.
"And maybe she deserves a phone call." Tru sighed and poured himself another glass of wine. "Now can we have a subject change?"
Tara laughed. "Sure, how about that weather...or the um traffic?" She smiled at him and he returned it, his dimple sinking into his cheek.
Tara reached out on an impulse and touched the small impression. It began to disappear as Tru's lips parted. He turned his head slightly and pressed a gentle kiss into the palm of her hand. His lips were soft and moist as he trailed more kisses across her wrist and arm.
Tara sat, frozen in place as he continued his journey up her arm to her neck where he sucked at the hollow above her collarbone. She shivered as tingles travelled over her skin and heat stirred to life in her core.
"Do you want me to stop?" He lifted his head and met her eyes.
"No," Tara whispered.
Tru took her hand and pulled her from the stool. There was heat burning in his golden brown eyes but she still had her defenses up so she couldn't feel it, yet. He turned toward the rest of the loft and started to lead her in the direction of his huge bed. Tara's heartbeat sped up with every step. She was confused when he stopped halfway, in front of the seating area to one side.
"Oh we'll get there." He nodded toward his bed. "But first we have a little unfinished business to take care of."
He released her hand and deftly lifted the coffee table from the floor and placed it out of the way, leaving a familiar soft white rug in front of them. He went to the wall and used a control panel to turn on a fire set into the wall.
"Remember the first time I brought you here?" Tru asked, taking her hand again and directing her onto the plush rug.
"Yes," she replied. The images of that night flitted through her memory and she quivered in remembered pleasure.
"No faking it this time Princess."
Tru pulled her toward him and crushed her to his muscular chest. His lips resumed their ministrations, traveling along her jaw until he captured her open mouth with his. The kiss was soft and exploring, a hesitant building of trust and anticipation. Tara felt it as the waves of lust started to roll off of Tru, but this time she didn't hesitate to drop her shield and absorb the tide of emotion.
Tru's hands found the front of her silk blouse and gently began to undo the buttons. The fabric fell away from her without notice and then his warm hands were on her lace covered breasts. She arched into the contact and fumbled for the hem of his shirt.
They had to pull apart as she lifted it over his head, but she was happy for the chance to appreciate his chiseled chest and abs. She ran her hands over the hard muscles. His skin was soft and warm. SHe could barely tare her eyes off of him, but she wanted more contact.
"You are so beautiful," he echoed her thoughts, running a hand down her side to rest on her hip. She felt the sincerity in his words and couldn't help but blush. He found the small zipper on the side of her skirt and undid it, sliding the black garment down her legs, and taking her lacy red panties with it.
Tara reached behind her back and released her bra. It fell to the floor with a near-silent thud. The fire had already made the room around them quite warm, but she shivered under the weight of Tru's greedy stare.
"Take them off," she demanded, gesturing to his last remaining piece of clothing.
His pants hung low on his hips, exposing a muscular V that she wanted to lick. He unfastened each button with deliberate care, slowly revealing more tantalizing skin, until at least his pants fell to the floor.
Tara gasped in shock. His cock was fully erect and it bobbed in the air under her attention. She had thought he was exaggerating. She licked her lips and squirmed a little as moisture leaked from between her legs.
"Will it fit?" she asked curiously, taking a step forward so she could reach out and take hold of the imposing shaft.
She could just barely close her fingers around it as she began to stroke from tip to base. Tru moaned and thrust up into her hand.
"Better than anything you've ever felt," he said through his teeth. She could tell he wanted to move, but he was letting her set the pace.
Tara swallowed dryly and took another step closer. Her heart beat wildly and his cock pulsed between them as she pressed her entire body up against his. The waves of heat rolling off of him had her panting in seconds. She rubbed herself up against him and ran her hands over every inch of skin.
Tru seemed to take that as his sign, pressing into her until she had no choice but to sink down onto the soft rug below their feet. She stretched out in front of the fire, with Tru kneeling over her. Her body was alight with sensation. She opened her legs in invitation and Tru hovered over her in response, keeping his weight off of her.
With his arms bent so that his face was positioned right above her, she saw nothing but his glowing, heat-filled eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Please," she whispered.
He pressed forward slowly and she was overcome with pleasure; both her own, and his as his open mind projected it. Inch by inch he slid into her sheath and she moaned as the exquisite stretch of her inner muscles radiated pleasure throughout her whole body.
She adjusted her hips to take him in deeper and he filled her completely, though at least two inches of his throbbing shaft remained unsheathed. He paused watching her face, and then he began to move. The angle of his thrusts had his cock sliding over her sensitive clit, and faster than she could have imagined, she was screaming out her release.
Tru picked up his pace as she milked him, her muscles grabbing onto his huge cock with each spasm of her orgasm. Once she came back down, he slowed his pace again and set a steady rhythm. Tara felt a new wave of passion seep into her through their connection and suddenly she was ready again, panting and reaching for another climax.
Tru brought his lips down to her right breast and drew it into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip and sucked gently. Tara pressed her body up for more pressure and matched his thrusts by lifting her hips. The unbelievable pressure building between her legs had her whole body shaking. Her mind went completely blank as a second, more powerful orgasm rocked her, a fog of delirious pleasure enveloping her body and soul. She felt her fangs piercing her lower lip and the small weeping cuts sent her blood hunger into a frenzy.
...
Tru looked up abruptly at Tara's throaty growl. Looking into her burning sapphire eyes nearly had him finish right then and there. She pulled her lips back from two long, sharp fangs and he shuddered with the effort of keeping himself under control.
"If you're taking then you're giving Princess, are you ready for that?" he asked, deliberately running his tongue over his own fangs.
"Yes," she panted through clenched jaws. She had a thin layer of sweat covering her heated flesh, making her skin glow under the firelight. Tru had never seen anything so delectable in his entire life.
He slowly pulled out of her and sat back on his heels. Tara growled again and narrowed her eyes in frustration. Tru beckoned her forward and when she rose onto her knees, he spun her around and sat her down on his lap, his cock buried deep inside of her. She moaned loudly and tried to turn her head to reach his neck. He pushed her face forward gently and offered her his wrist as he positioned his mouth at her delicate throat.
She wasted no time, sinking her fangs into his flesh and drinking deep. He gently pierced her neck with his own throbbing fangs and as the first drops of her sweet blood ran over his tongue, his cock erupted inside of her.
They made love by the fire for the rest of the night, and half the day, until neither could keep their eyes open. The last thing Tru saw before drifting off to sleep was the look of peaceful calm on Tara's resting face. When he dreamed, they were together again.
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