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Chapter 8
Dhayn woke up and only got a brief glimpse of his ceiling before he quickly closed his eyes again, eager to hold on to his latest dream. He had been on the rooftop with Tara and Mel doing, well doing everything he had ever dreamed of doing. He suddenly felt warm hands running up his legs and down his arms. Still don't feel like my hands, he thought absentmindedly. He decided to embrace his dream-state.
"I thought he was finally awake." Mel's voice in his head sounded disappointed.
"Well, he certainly looks awake. Maybe this will help bring him around." Tara's dream voice was husky. Dhayn didn't know why he couldn't see in his dream, but as something hot and wet started tracing trails up and down his cock he forgot his concerns and gently rocked his hips.
"Hmm, not enough. Mind if I join you?" Dream-Mel asked softly.
Dhayn basked in the pleasure as another teasing stroke encircled his sex. He craned his head back and arched into it, wanting more. The slow teasing continued and the sleepy fog started to lift from his mind. With a start, Dhayn's eyes flew open and he sat up. Tara and Mel moved back and looked up from either side of his hips. He groaned at the loss of contact.
"Fuck, that was real?" Dhayn was still having a hard time separating his fantasies from reality.
"As real as this." Mel arched one perfect eyebrow above her sparkling bronze eyes and grabbed onto his shaft. Dhayn's head fell back and he thrust into her palm.
"Sorry to wake you up D, but we don't have much time before everyone starts looking for us and we're…hungry." Tara blushed and bit her bottom lip. "Ow!" She released her lip and there were two small drops of blood where her fangs had pierced the delicate skin.
A deep growl made its way up Dhayn's throat, and before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed the back of Tara's head and pulled her down to his mouth. He licked and sucked at her bottom lip, tangling his fingers in her hair as he deepened their kiss. He gasped and broke free when he felt Mel's tongue flick out and caress the tip of his cock. She took him into her mouth and Tara returned to his lips.
Dhayn knew he wasn't going to last long. He could feel the pressure building, and they weren't holding anything back. He came in shuddering waves, with Mel's delicate hands working him until he was spent.
The girls sighed and collapsed on either side of him, their hands roaming over his body and making desire stir in him again. He sat up and grabbed a pair of disregarded boxers from the end of the bed, slipping them on as he headed into the bathroom to clean up what he had released all over his stomach. After wiping himself down with a wet cloth, he headed back to the room, pausing in the doorway to turn off the bathroom light.
Tara and Mel had shifted closer together and were talking in whispers, nose to nose, fingertips dancing on bare skin. Mel reached up and tucked a stray hair behind Tara's ear. A gesture that was so simple, yet so intimate. They look beautiful together Dhayn thought with a smile. Yet, as she trailed her fingers down Tara's neck and pulled her in for a kiss, there was an ache deep in his chest.
He quietly stepped back into the bathroom and shut the door, not knowing why, but feeling like he needed to give them time alone. He climbed into the shower, needing to clean up properly anyway, and shook off the feeling of unease as the water soothed both his muscles and his nerves.
Once he grew accustomed to the sound of the water beating down on him he started to pick up the muffled moans and sighs coming from the other room. He stared at the gold flecks in the black marble surrounding him and willed his mind to be blank. Breathing in deep he reached for his bottle of shampoo. As he brought it toward himself the sounds grew louder. Without thinking he clenched his fists, firing shampoo all over his face.
"Fuck!" Dhayn wiped at his face, only succeeding at getting more of the soap in his eyes.
"Dhayn…are you all right in there?" Tara poked her head in the door cautiously and giggled when she saw him. "I think he needs our help." She opened the door for Mel, and they strode in wearing two of Dhayn's shirts, and fuck if that didn't make him stand at attention.
Dhayn backed up under the spray to make room for them as they came across the floor toward him. He pressed his back against the wall, but when Tara opened the glass door it was suddenly clear that only one of them could fit in there with him. There was a beat of silence as they looked from one to the other, and that ache began again in his chest. Tara opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a loud banging on his bedroom door.
Dhayn shut off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around his waist. He stepped around the girls and into his room. Just as he reached for the door, it opened and Stehlth barged in wearing his grey workout gear and an angry scowl.
…
Mel pulled down on the hem of the T-shirt she was wearing. It had seemed huge when she put it on, but with another male in the room she felt practically naked. A glance at Tara told her she was feeling the same way. They were standing just outside the bathroom in Dhayn's room where they had been frozen ever since he had let his uncle through the door.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Stehlth slammed the door behind him and advanced on Dhayn. His gunmetal grey eyes were brimming with fury. Dhayn raised his hands up and slowly backed up in front of Mel and Tara.
"I don't know what's pissed you off, but I haven't done anything wrong here." Dhayn's voice was surprisingly level considering his defensive posture. Mel was impressed by his calm demeanor, and the curve of the muscles lining his back. The towel around his waist was riding low on his hips, giving Mel a distracting little glimpse of his muscular butt.
"Right, sneaking off and fucking the only daughter of your future commander, and his second's daughter as well." Stehlth continued to shout, "On their first night back, without seeking approval. That's no big fucking deal at all Dhaynger. Why would I possibly be upset that you may have destroyed your chances at becoming a Brother?" He began pacing and shoved a hand through his short black hair. "And possibly endangered your life, and mine when I inevitably stepped in to protect you!"
Mel's eyes were huge and her teeth clenched as she tried to calm her heart and her breathing. She hadn't thought about how her father would react, or Tara's for that matter. Damnit she hadn't thought about any of the consequences at all. She looked over at Tara as she squeezed her hand. The look of, Oh Shit, written all over her face as well.
"I'm sorry Stehlth. I didn't think, I was…" Dhayn started.
"No, you obviously didn't think Dhaynger and we'll talk more about this later." Stehlth leaned around his nephew and looked apologetically at Tara before meeting Mel's eyes. "I'm sorry for my rudeness ladies, but you should probably leave, now. And wash up while you think of a good excuse for where you've been. I sent your parents on a detour to the training facility to buy you time, but we're talking seconds here." He stepped away from Dhayn and walked over to the bed. He threw Mel and Tara their clothes and started stripping off the bedding and shoving it down the laundry chute.
Mel furrowed her brow in confusion, while she shoved her feet into her pants, but she didn't have time to figure out his actions, as Tara dragged her out of the room. They broke out into a run, heading for their wing of the house, burgundy carpet blurring beneath their bare feet. As they reached the head of the main hallway Tara's death grip was starting to hurt Mel's hand.
"Hey Tara, I'd like to be able to use that hand again." Mel tugged a little on Tara's grip.
"Oh sorry, I guess I'm still not used to the new strength." A light blush crept up her cheeks as she dropped Mel's hand. The exchange had halted their mad dash, but Mel quickly recovered and started running toward her room. With Tara hot on her trail, Mel had an idea that she hoped would work.
"Shower very quickly, then put on dirty clothes." Mel said as they came up to her door.
"What? Why?"
"We've been out running, still are actually." Mel's heart sped up as Tara nodded her approval. "Rinse yourself off, throw on some workout gear, and run back here to meet up with me." Mel repeated.
"OK great idea." Tara jogged down the hall toward her room.
Mel slammed the door behind her, rushed over to the laundry chute and stripped off her pants and Dhayn's shirt, shoving them and the rest of the clothes she had been wearing into it. She hurried into her bathroom and didn't even wait for the water to warm up before she jumped under the spray and grabbed her soap. She made quick work of cleaning herself off and headed back out to her room praying that she hadn't unpacked her gym bag yet. She went over to her couch where she had thrown it, good sign, and unzipped it to find a pair of black yoga pants, her black sports bra and a cherry red dry-fit T-shirt.
"Thank the Scribe Virgin!" She quickly threw the clothes on with a fresh pair of underwear and socks, there's no need to overdo it, and had her shoes on just in time for Tara to barge through the door.
"Let's go!" Tara still looked scared out of her mind.
"Right behind you," Mel said with a smile, and then they were running.
They took the service staircase at the end of the hall and didn't hold back until they were outside. Tara was fast, but Mel was faster. She passed her on her right and gave an extra burst of energy to make it up the hill that stood in front of them.
The back yard of the mansion, if you could call it that, looked more like a golf course. It had to be twenty plus acres, Mel had never bothered to ask, and it was beautifully landscaped with hills, valleys, and a pond surrounded by weeping willow trees.
Mel turned and started running backward. She smiled teasingly at Tara who was still trying to catch up to her, and laughed at her determined glare. "Still can't catch me, can you Tara?" Mel turned and picked up her pace again, and with that, their plan became more of a game. All of the worry seeped from Mel's bones as they raced around the small pond and finally collapsed under one of the trees, laughing.
"OK so you're still faster," Tara admitted once she could catch her breath. Mel just smiled in response and got to her feet, offering Tara her hand. "Do you think that they cleaned up the roof too?" The unease was creeping back onto Tara's face.
"I hope so, no time to find out though, we need to make our grand reentrance and hope that our story holds." Mel started jogging back and this time she measured her pace so that they could arrive together.
"I can't believe I didn't think about how Thrett and Krym would react. Do you think Stehlth was right?" Tara asked with fear in her voice. "Would they punish Dhayn? Could I have messed up his chance at Brotherhood?"
"We did this not just you, and no - I'm sure it's going to be fine, we're just going to have to be careful," Mel replied, trying to keep her own fear in check. I had seemed to good to be true.
"Maybe it is," Tara whispered. She reached the back entrance to the mansion and they entered the vestibule and scanned in before stepping through the back door.
…
The plan worked surprisingly well. Tara was exhausted from the running and the stress of the whole thing, but as she climbed into her shower for the second time that evening, she couldn't help but smile. She was glad that Mel was quick on her feet, both literally and figuratively.
Tara had let her do all the talking and was a little shocked when Thrett and Krym accepted their story without any suspicion. Although there really was no reason for them to question what they had been told, and they would never have suspected the truth. Tara could hardly believe it herself and she had been there, seen and felt the reality of it. Still the last twenty-four hours seemed like a dream.
She slowly massaged her favorite vanilla scented shampoo into her scalp, then tilted her head back under the steady spray coming out of the main shower-head, letting the rest of the adrenaline and stress wash with it down the drain. As she ran the conditioner through her hair she kept replaying what Stehlth had said to Dhayn; "…you may have destroyed your chances at becoming a Brother, and possibly endangered your life…" Tara suppressed a shudder. Would her father really have tried to hurt Dhayn? Thrett was very protective of her for sure, and was known to have bit of a tempter, but would he go that far?
Tara thought of a glymera event not too long ago hosted by a council member, where a boy her age had been a little to touchy and ended up with a few broken fingers. Yes, Thrett was totally capable of crushing Dhayn, and Mel's father Krym…Tara shuddered as the reality of their actions sunk in.
She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and running it over her damp body before twisting it up in her hair. She walked into her closet and picked out a pair of black yoga pants, simple black panties, and a new white tank-top. She threw them on, and headed into the bathroom again to pull back her wet hair.
The room had mostly emptied of the after-shower steam. Tara stared at herself in the mirror as she entered. Looking back at her was the reflection she was just starting to recognize as herself. Her body had changed so much, her face too, into something taller, stronger, and…prettier. She had to admit that it felt nice to look in the mirror and like what she saw. As she flicked on the vanity light she frowned. Forgot the bra again, she mentally kicked herself. At least she noticed before going down to the dining room, that was an embarrassing day I don't need to relive, she remembered with a shiver.
She had never bothered to wear a bra before her change, didn't see the need to when she was completely flat chested, and didn't have a mahmen to pressure her into it like Mel had. Unfortunately now she just couldn't get away with not wearing one if she didn't want to attract a whole lot of unwanted attention. Her aunt Daralis had been thrilled for her, saying that she had inherited her mahmen's ample chest. The double Ds were annoying and in the way, as far as Tara was concerned. Tara glared at her peaked nipples that were clearly visible through her tank-top as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail.
A knock on her door reminded her that she was supposed to be rushing. They were starting back at the training center that night, and she had already wasted a lot of time 'running with Mel.' She rushed into her closet; pulled off her shirt, put on the first bra she found, and shrugged the shirt back on.
Tara walked with Thrett down to the dining room to eat first meal. Unlike most nights, the whole household was sitting down together; Mehlisha, Krym and Cynthia; Dhaynger and Stehlth; and the two unmated Brothers; Tyrahnt and Huhnter. Tara and Thrett headed for their empty seats.
It was the first time that she had been in a room with the two other Brothers since her transition. They had been living in the mansion for about five years, and had always seemed a little distant to Tara. Tyrahnt was a rugged looking male, all muscles and danger. He had pale skin, with short auburn hair and deep green eyes. Huhnter was built more like an athlete than a body builder, with golden skin and eyes that matched the dark chocolate color of his tousled hair.
Tara smiled at Tyrahnt in greeting, but was taken back by his reaction. Where he would normally have given her a polite nod, he now gave her a slow smile, as he looked her over. His eyes burned a trail of awareness over her body. Tara hurriedly sat in her chair, dropping her gaze to her place-setting.
The emotional climate of the room swirled around her, and she could sense attraction and arousal riding above the usual hum. She immediately looked to Dhayn, but he was talking with Stehlth. Confused Tara surveyed the rest of the room. The emotions seemed to be coming mainly from Tyrahnt and Huhnter. The latter was directed at Mel, who was chatting with Huhnter between sips of her coffee. But the heat coming from Ty was just for her. Tara heard Thrett clear his throat and the emotions were immediately reigned in.
She shrugged off the change in moods, and smiled at the scent of food entering the room. She accepted a plate of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon from Marie, a petite and very shy doggen who was now Tara's favorite for agreeing to make the pancakes. She took her first bite of bacon and groaned in satisfaction. Apparently not the best idea, as Mel and Dhayn both visibly shifted in their seats. A smile tugged at the corner of Tara's mouth as she looked down to hide the blush that was no doubt creeping onto her cheeks. Fortunately, Cynthia interrupted at that moment. Mel's mahmen wanted to know all about Tara's summer.
Tara smiled politely at the female and decided she should probably put up her shields if she wanted to have any kind of normal conversation. Sensing all the feelings in the room could get very overwhelming, not to mention distracting. She concentrated the way he sire had taught her, and pulled in her senses until she could only feel her own emotions.
Thrett had made sure to take the time to teach her this small amount of control during his visits over the last few weeks of summer. He shared a similar set of skills, differing from Tara, but thankfully close enough that he could help her. He hadn't been able to spend a lot of time training her, but luckily Tara was a fast learner.
Before she had reined it in, Tara picked up Cynthia's excitement clearly above all the other emotions in the room. Pushing her curiosity aside, Tara kept her smile in place and began to tell the other female all about what she had seen and experienced over the summer break. It wasn't long before her smile was genuine. Now that Tara was home, and with the ones she loved, she could appreciate the gift her father had given her by making her spend the summer with the Chosen.
After two servings of pancakes and many stories traded back and forth between the three friends, Thrett subtly reminded Tara that they should be going. She had lost track of time, again. The three of them excused themselves from the table, chairs scraping the polished hardwood floors in their hurry to leave, and ran toward the tunnel to the training center.
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