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Tara took form in near darkness, the towering trees surrounding her blocking out the moon she had been standing under just moments before. It took her a second to regain her bearings as her eyes adjusted to the shadows. She frantically searched around her for Dhayn and Mel, knowing they were close, but unable to pinpoint exactly where they were. A gunshot pierced through the silent forest and without any further thought she bolted in the direction of the sound.
She dodged her way around several trees until she broke into a small clearing and nearly stumbled over the body of a male that lay face down in the dirt. There were four more bodies broken and littered across the forest floor, but she quickly disregarded them when she spotted Dhayn crouching over another form—the scene all too familiar. Tara acted on instinct, releasing her Beretta from it’s holster beneath her skirts and taking aim between two trees in the distance. She opened fire at the darkness as she ran forward, praying to the Virgin that she had remembered the right spot. Low slung branches and underlying shrubs scratched her bare arms and legs as she cut her way through the trees, but she didn’t register the myriad of tiny cuts that dotted her skin with blood, she just kept firing. The grunt of pain she heard when she ran out of bullets sent a thrill through her. She slide one of the thin blades from the bodice of her dress as she came upon the stumbling warrior, and slit his throat from ear to ear as she took him to the ground.
“Tara! Where are you?” Tru’s voice came from somewhere behind her.
She lifted her shields completely and reached out with her mind, scanning as far out as she could for any other threats. She didn’t find any unknown minds, but the sheer agony exuding from Dhayn had her on her feet and running again.
She stopped dead when she found Tru kneeling beside Dhayn, who had his wrist pressed against Mel’s lips. When Tru’s apologetic eyes met hers she hurried forward—a hollow ache forming inside of her chest. No. She shook her head, reaching out once again with her mind. At first she felt nothing, heard nothing, but then a ripple of awareness came out of Mel—a whisper of pain and desperation.
“She’s not dead,” Tara declared, dropping to the ground to join them. The rough ground did nothing to cushion her bare knees, but she didn’t register the pain of the small twigs and rocks digging into her skin, all she cared about was Mel. She was pale as a ghost and her heart was barely beating, but Tara could feel her. She was’t gone yet.
Dhayn started rocking slowly—his eyes haunted and staring blankly ahead. His whole body was shaking with visible tremors.
“They must have called for backup. We were distracted. I should have heard them. Oh God, I’m so sorry Mel,” Dhayn wept, pulling her limp body tight against his own.
Tara registered the scent of his blood at the same moment his mental signature started to fade. Dhayn slumped to the side, taking Mel with him. Tara fumbled after them, trying to keep Dhayn from snuffing out what little life Mel had left.
“Help me!” she yelled at Tru.
He quickly repositioned Dhayn’s heavy body to the side of Mel’s and Tara got her first good look at the two of them. Mel seemed to only have one wound—a gunshot to the chest. Dhayn on the other hand had been worked over good. Both arms had multiple lacerations; the sleeves of his leather jacket were torn and stained an ominous dark red. He had clearly had a run in with several blades, and he had been shot at least twice; not to mention how much blood he had lost trying to feed Mel.
“Oh shit,” Tru exclaimed, taking in the gruesome display.
Tara’s mind was working on overdrive. She could give Dhayn some of her blood but she had no idea if it would help with the extent of his injuries, and Mel…shit what fuck could she do to save her?
“Call Thrett,” she said over her shoulder, as she applied pressure to Mel’s sluggishly bleeding wound.
“Already did. They are on their way with a med team.”
“I don’t think we have that long.”
She still felt Dhayn’s presence in her mind but it was fading, fast. Panicked, she bit into her wrist, ignoring the sting of her fangs slicing into her vein, and pressed it against his slack lips. Tru’s bonding scent enveloped her in a rush and the growl he let out snapped her head around. His lips were pulled back to reveal his lethal fangs. Pure white and sharp as daggers, they were impressive as hell and ready to tear into D if Tara didn’t do something, fast. She mentally formed a sense of calm and directed it at Tru. She was blocked by his mental shields and a wall of possessive rage. A deep furrow formed between his glowing golden eyes as he struggled against her calming influence.
“You need to let me do this,” Tara begged.
“No.”
“He's going to die if I don’t!
“Stop, please.”
“No! You know this doesn't mean anything. You know I love you.”
"I know that you love him too, and that this isn’t the first time he’s had your blood. I can't Tara, I just can't. You have to stop. I’m so sorry princess, but I'm barely keeping my shit together, and that’s with you calming me down—I don't know how much longer I can hold myself back.”
Tara could feel his inner turmoil, and the almost physical pain of his restraint. He was trying his best to reign himself in, but his instincts were short-circuiting his self-control. He was a bonded male, hot-wired to claim and protect his mate, and ceremony or not, she was his. As she watched him fight his silent battle, an undeniable need to stop his pain engulfed her, and her will crumbled. Like the final cog slipping into place her reality shifted, she realized he belonged to her just as much as she belonged to him. She looked helplessly at Mel, wondering if she could handle letting Tru feed her, and her stomach twisted at the thought. Mine. The silent declaration surprised her, but she couldn’t hide from her own feelings any longer, and there was no way she would be able to sit back and watch him offer his vein to another female, even if it was Mel. Days, or even hours before, she would have breathed a sigh of relief in finally knowing for sure that she had made the right choice in agreeing to mate Tru, but now the revelation was bittersweet. She pulled back her wrist and licked it to seal the wound.
Mel’s lips were slightly parted and smeared with Dhayn’s blood—a slash of crimson on an otherwise pale face. Dread settled in her belly as she realized that it didn’t matter either way. Even if they could give them blood it wasn't going to be enough. She was too late.
Hang in there. Don’t you dare slip into the fade. She urged her thoughts toward her friends, praying that they could still hear her. If only she could project the will to live. If only…wait.
She turned toward Tru; a crazy plan forming in her mind. His face was downcast and his thoughts were shrouded in guilt. He looked up and met her eyes with resolve filling his own, and suddenly she was hit by a tidal wave of sensation—the simmering lust-fuelled energy that Tru only ever truly released when they were making love was untapped and pouring out of him like an open dam. Her body responded immediately, the magnetic pull of his raw sexuality causing her nipples to harden and moisture to pool between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her body quaking with desire. She slammed her shields back in place and took a deep calming breath. It was a raincoat in a tsunami, but at least she could think straight. She couldn’t believe he had been keeping all of that inside, but this was so not the time or place.
“Force me to calm down, make me see something else. Do whatever you need to do. My mind is open and I won’t stop you.”
His vulnerability stunned her. A warmth enveloped her chest as her heart swelled with love and pride. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his as tears slipped silently down her cheeks. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his hard body and everywhere they touched came alive with sensation—igniting a deep yearning that she knew only Tru could fulfil. With her last bit of self control she managed to break away from their kiss.
“Thank you for loving me—for trusting me that much, but there’s something else I can try. It’s risky, and I’ll need your help.”
Tru’s glowing gold flecked eyes were locked onto her as he struggled to gain control of his bonding instincts. Tara helped him as much as she could, but she was distracted by the seconds ticking by—each one taking her best friends farther into the fade.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to,” he said finally, but she could tell that it wasn’t an easy thing for him to promise. His entire body was wound tight as a vice.
“Lock down that libido of yours and give me your vein.”
“What?”
Tara held Tru’s face between her palms and showed him the panic and desperation in her eyes. There was a chance; a slim one, but a chance nonetheless and at this point that's all they had.
"I'm going to try to heal them and I have no fucking clue if I'm going to be able to, but if I can then I think I'm going to need a lot of your blood."
What she didn’t tell him, was that if she didn’t have his blood to regain her strength she could very well die, and even with it there were no guarantees that she would make it out of this unharmed. She had yet to test out this particular gift, but she had heard the stories of what Payne could do and had always wondered. Her other gifts had emerged naturally, but what if an ability to heal was laying dormant within her? She owed it to her friends to try. Tru looked apprehensive, but he nodded his support and released her. Tara turned back around and knelt between her two friends; placing her hands on their gunshot wounds.
Tru’s bonding scent intensified, infusing the air around them with the rich spices that were unique to him alone. He moved in close behind her silently, kneeling with one leg on either side of hers so that his body was draped over her like a comforting blanket. Even with his shields back in place, his nearness and the contact between them stirred to life the familiar fire that she didn't know if she’d ever get used to. She shivered as pinpricks of electricity danced over her skin wherever they touched. When he wrapped his arm around her and offered her his wrist, she moaned at the onslaught of lust and yearning that lapped against her senses. She needed her shields to be down for what she was about to do but her mind scrambled as the hard length of him pressed into her lower back. She took another deep breath and tried her best to ignore the tingling between her legs.
“Dear Virgin, help me.”
She focused on her palms and the wounds beneath them, and reached out with her mind. Heal, she thought, forcing her will through her fingertips as though the barrier of flesh were a mental shield blocking her out. Heal. Heal. Heal. After an unbearable moment that seemed to last forever, her hands began to heat up and a subtle glow emanated from beneath her skin. She was bolstered by the fabled blue light and sent another wave of power into the broken flesh, willing it to knit back together. The more she focused, the brighter the light became, until the cool blue glow was all she could see. She could feel only heat beneath her hands, but something deep within her told her it was working. Like offering her lifeblood from a vein, it was an exchange of power, of life. A sheen of sweat broke out over her skin and her breaths became gasps as the draw of energy crested and she felt her body sway with exhaustion. Soft skin was pressed to her lips and her fangs descended in a dizzying rush, sinking into flesh before she fully registered what she was doing. It was probably a much harder bite than she needed to make, but with the first draw of his blood Tru shuddered behind her, and she was engulfed with lust, not pain. The familiar taste and scent of Tru permeated her every sense and her body syphoned everything he could offer, absorbing the essential life-giving power in his blood and the electric current of lust that emanated from his touch. Tru let out a guttural cry, his body jerking violently as an orgasm overtook him.
It was nearly impossible to resist his siren call, her hips rotating back of their own accord so that her ass was pressed firmly against his sex, still hard and ready to take her even though she could feel the evidence of his release through the breathable fabric of her dress. Focus Tara, she chastised herself and threw herself back into the task at hand.
Like exhaling in a rush, she released another flow of healing energy through her palms. This time the effect on her two friends was immediate. Her heart leapt up into her throat as Dhayn clutched her hand to his chest, a low moan rumbling in his throat. She could feel his heart beat getting stronger, and his thoughts began to regain their vibrancy. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of Mel’s sputtering cough. Tara couldn’t catch her breath. She felt like she had been running for miles without cease and had to fight to keep her eyes from drooping as she watched Mel’s face with hopeful expectation.
Mel let out a groan and arched off of the ground, knocking Tara’s hand from her chest. Tara released Tru’s vein and caught herself on the blood soaked earth. The blue light dissipated into the dark night as the connection was broken. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, but when they did she couldn’t fathom what she saw. Where the bullet hole had been over Mel’s heart there was new flesh—pink and puckered, but miraculously healed. Moving her other hand off of Dhayn’s chest, she sobbed in relief at the sight of his mended wounds. Overwhelmed, she stumbled to catch herself as she panted for breath. Her arms shook beneath her with the weight of trying to hold herself up off of the dirty ground between her two best friends. She faintly heard Dhayn’s voice asking what had happened, but her eyelids were too heavy to keep open and everything seemed so blurry and far away.
As she teetered to the right, strong arms encased her and she was pulled back against Tru’s chest. She let herself sink into the safety and security of his embrace, murmuring her thanks as unconsciousness claimed her.
Dear Virgin, she looks edible in her sleep. Not exactly the thought Tru wanted to have as he sat half naked by Tara’s hospital bed with her best friend and ex-lover pacing back and forth behind him, but she kept making these little moans and parting her lips in the most inviting way. If this had been any other day, and they had been home in their bed, he would have been slipping his tongue between those perfect lips as he slid his cock between the ones down below. His sex hardened at the thought, straining against the seam of the sweatpants he had found in his locker after showering in the locker room. His skin itched with the need to touch every inch of her—his body engorged with all of the juiced up pheromones he held at bay. She had worked him up something fierce in that forest and left him with the worst case of blue balls he had ever experienced, and a desperate need to stake his claim—both of which he could do nothing about. He needed release, and as addicted as he was to the beautiful female laying in front of him, he didn't even know if he could take care of it himself anymore. She held him captive, completely and irrevocably hers.
“Tara told us that you two were to be mated,” Dhayn spoke up from behind him, his voice sounding a little off.
“Yes.”
Tru couldn’t help his smile. He reached out and slid his hand over Tara’s, linking their fingers and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. A thrill went through him knowing that she had told Dhayn. It meant she was really in this, that she wasn’t waffling anymore. Now if only she would wake up so that they could make it official.
“I can’t wait to have her name on my back.”
“I know how you feel.”
The hairs on the back of Tru’s neck stood on end, his bonding instincts kicking in at the possibility of a challenge over his mate. Dhayn and Tru had made their peace out on that forest floor. After Tara passed out, Tru was the only one left to defend Dhayn and Mel when they were too weak from blood loss to fend for themselves. When the dust settled a silent treaty between them had been forged. Tru had thought part of that understanding was that Dhayn didn’t have feelings for Tara anymore, because if he did, there was no way their fragile friendship could possibly last.
“If all of that back and forth with Tara hadn’t confused the hell out me, I would have asked Mel months ago.”
Tru relaxed his shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. Life with Bharron had turned him into a male that was always on his guard, always ready for a fight. He was hesitant to hope for a future where those around him had his back.
“When she gets back from the interrogation you should ask her. I can see them wanting to do the ceremony together,” Tru suggested.
“You’d do that?” Dhayn looked truly surprised at the thought.
“If it was what she wanted, yes.”
Dhayn nodded and resumed his pacing, lost in silent speculation. Tru guessed it would take more than one night for the two males to forget the past and trust each other, but he knew how much Tara missed her friends so he had to make an effort to bridge the gap between them. The fact that they had slept with Tara was a hard pill for him to swallow, but knowing what he knew now about Tara’s gifts, he had his own theories about what it would have been like to be around Dhayn and Mel right after they had all gone through transition and she didn’t truly know how to control the intake of other’s emotions. His real concern was why Dhayn had suddenly stopped fighting for her.
“Do you mind if I ask what changed?” Tru questioned, turning to read the other male’s face. Dhayn paused in the middle of the dim-lit room and hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans. His mis-matched eyes held a far-off look.
“When I woke up and saw you feeding her, all I could think of was if Mel was okay, and when I saw the blood on Mel’s lips it took me a minute to remember that I had given her my vein before passing out. In those sixty seconds I thought of ten different ways I could kill you if it was you who had fed her.”
“Only ten?” Tru laughed lightly.
“Maybe twenty. I saw red,” Dhayn said, smiling. “I guess my reactions just confirmed what I’ve been struggling with for months.”
“You never bonded with Tara,” Tru stated plainly, relieved that Dhayn could finally see it.
“No, I had feelings for her, and I was torn up over losing our friendship, but I think some part of me always knew she wasn’t mine—not the way Mel is. I was so busy trying to keep her away from you that I couldn’t see it. I thought you were using her to get into the Brotherhood,” he said, looking over Tru’s shoulder at Tara. “I may not be her hellren, but I still love her enough to want to protect her from anyone who would harm her.”
“I would never hurt her.” Tru said honestly. “I would do almost anything for her.”
“Almost?”
“I don’t think I would be able to let her go. If she had chosen you,” Tru paused, his eyes drifting back to his future shellan’s face, “it would have killed me.”
“I hear you, and for what it’s worth I’m sorry for the way I treated you before.”
Dhayn offered Tru his hand and Tru gripped his forearm, pressing their wrists together—a salutation between brothers-in-arms, and an unspoken oath to shed blood for the other in battle.
Tara moaned again and Tru shivered at the onslaught to his senses.
“Okay, is that you or her?” Dhayn asked, stepping back.
Tru looked at him in question, not sure what he was talking about.
“Ever since she started stirring I’ve been hard as a baseball bat and I keep getting the urge to mount you.”
Dhayn shoved his hands through his short black hair and put some more space between them.
“Well that’s quite a visual,” Tara spoke up from her bed, snapping both of their heads back in her direction.
Her laughter washed over Tru like a healing wave, easing the ache that had been pressing in on him since she fell into his arms on the forest floor. He sprung forward, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally her smiling lips. He pulled back to look into her clear blue eyes and ran a hand over her tangled hair.
“It worked?” Tara asked, barely above a whisper.
She looked up at him with such hope in her eyes they were practically glowing. He moved out of the way so that she could see Dhayn, whole and healed.
“Mel’s fine too,” he said, stepping up to the side of the bed. “She’s off beating answers out of Lucian.”
Tara’s answering smile was breathtaking, and worth every ounce of pain and discomfort Tru had endured. She reached out her free hand toward Dhayn, and Tru tensed involuntarily, his bonding scent seeping from his skin in silent warning. His apprehension eased when he realized that Dhayn was waiting for his permission. Tru gave a subtle nod and fixed his attention back on Tara. She seemed to have taken in more than their subtle exchange and Tru smiled to himself as he realized he had forgotten about her gifts.
“I guess a lot has happened while I napped. How long was I out?” Tara asked, looking between them.
“Six hours, give or take,” Tru answered, after glancing at the clock. Damn, it had felt like a lifetime.
“That explains why my bladder is about to burst.”
All three of them chuckled and Tru helped her as she carefully sat up and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. The navy cotton pants and red band t-shirt he had dressed her in after the doctor’s exam were both from Mel, so they fit her well, and were a significant step up from the open backed hospital gown he had refused to put back on her after the doc had finished her tests and concluded that she just needed rest. She was steady as she got to her feet, but that didn’t stop him from supporting her arm and leading her across the small room to the ensuite bathroom. He would have helped her further, but she playfully shoved him back and kissed his cheek before closing herself in. The simple touch resonated on his skin, breathing new life into the embers of desire he had been trying so hard to contain. He pressed his palm against the thin steel door separating them and tried to control his breathing.
“I’m going to see if I can get some sleep before Mel comes home,” Dhayn said from the open door that led out into the hall. They were in one of the recovery suits off of the training facility, so it was only a short walk back to the compound where Dhayn and the others lived.
“Thanks,” Tru said, knowing full-well that Dhayn wasn’t leaving to go to sleep—he was giving them some time alone, and Tru was surprised and grateful for his unspoken blessing.
“I had to stay until I knew she was okay, but she really only needs you now, and I have to go have a cold shower.”
“Sorry man,” Tru laughed lightly. “I’ll have it under control the next time you see me.”
“Probably a good idea if you want to be anywhere near Mel.” Dhayn grinned and gave a half wave as he shut the door.
Tara splashed some water on her face, and cupped her hand under the running water to bring the cool clean liquid to her parched lips. She swallowed greedily, soothing her dry throat and washing the stale taste from her mouth. After she had had her fill she tapped the faucet with her elbow to turn it off and pulled several paper towels from the nearby dispenser to dry off her hands and face. Feeling rejuvenated and refreshed, Tara turned to face the door. She paused, a fluttering in her belly as the events of the past twenty-four hours finally sunk in.
Was it finally over? Not just the search for the leaders of the rebellion, but was her own personal battle finally over too? All of the pain, guilt and indecision erased in a hailstorm of blood and tears. She had reached a moment of unadulterated clarity out there in that forest, and waking up to hear peace between Tru and Dhayn—both unspoken and aloud—had eased the near-constant ache she had been living with for months.
She lifted her shields to assess what was going on between the two males in the other room, but Dhayn was gone and she shuddered as she encountered the blazing inferno that was Tru’s lust. Tearing open the door she only had to take one step before she was swept up in his arms. She searched out his lips and melted when they met hers. He devoured her with his kiss, drawing her lower lip into the scorching heat of his mouth and biting down gently, the teasing sting of his fangs making her moan and arch into him. His tongue took command of her mouth, coaxing and teasing her until she was writhing unabashedly against him, her nails digging into his bare back. His hands reached up to cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her shirt, kneading greedily until her nipples were hard points beneath his palms. Everywhere he touched was on fire—his untapped power coursing into her like an erotic electric current. She felt intoxicated by him, dizzy with lust and longing. He turned them around and walked her backward until the backs of her legs hit the mattress of the hospital bed. She lifted her arms as he pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the side. With a rough tug her pants were around her ankles, followed immediately by his. Tara was pleasantly surprised by their mutual lack of underwear as the heavy weight of him bobbed against her stomach. He pressed into her with another hungry kiss and she fell back willingly, sliding onto the small bed as he prowled above her. She reached between them to take hold of his cock—stroking the impressive length of him as she positioned him at her opening. Tru gently took hold of her wrists and lifted them to hold them captive above her head with one of his hands. His other hand slipped between them to stimulate her sex. Within seconds she was keening against his unrelenting lips and submitting to his expert fingers as he brought her over the edge of a sudden explosive orgasm. Far from satiated, she found that she was desperate for more of him, especially when she realized he still hadn’t moved. Her whole body tingled with anticipation as he held himself still, the muscles of her sex grabbing at the crown of him, trying to draw him in deeper. He trailed kisses along her jaw and below her ear, his tongue slipping out to tease the vein that disappeared below her collar bone. Her hunger grew more urgent, her need for him all consuming.
“Please. I need you,” she begged, wiggling against his hold.
The electrifying scrape of his fangs on her skin was the only warning she got. In one fluid movement he claimed both her vein and her sex, sending them both over the edge into ecstasy. He released her wrists to brace himself and started to thrust in earnest, the hospital bed hitting the wall behind them with each powerful surge. Tara moved with him, riding the waves of sensation as one climax melded into the next. For the first time in their relationship there was truly nothing between them or holding them back and the soul-deep connection Tara felt intensified every touch, every kiss, every mind-blowing climax. Hours later they fell asleep intertwined and satiated on the floor, covered in a thin hospital blanket and surrounded by broken equipment and overturned furniture. The last coherent thought Tara had was wondering if her new healing gift would work on drywall.
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