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Chapter 09
"It's funny how this hallway seems longer when you're late," Tara mused as they pushed through the second set of doors leading into the training facility. The dull concrete hallways were already filled with the soft murmur of voices coming from the gym. Dhayn looked over his shoulder, one side of his mouth pulling up into a sexy smile. Tara caught her breath and had to silence the steamy thoughts that his smile provoked. Her fingers itched to feel the smoothness of his freshly shaved face.
They reached the gym and she let Dhayn and Mel go in before her and followed their lead, creeping in silently. Luckily their entrance went unnoticed, as everyone was still standing around talking and catching up. A few familiar faces looked up and took notice of the threesome, but no one bothered to speak to them as they approached the main group.
"Now that we're all here." A low familiar voice spoke above all the murmurs in the room, sounding not at all bothered by the latecomers. "We can get started."
Tara breathed a sigh of relief and caught Mel's grin out of the corner of her eye. Everyone took their usual places around the gym, and at the command of their instructor, started on the usual warm-up exercises. Tara caught a few errant thoughts around her as she stretched and moved her body. At one thought in particular she straightened and glared at the male next to her, with a whispered, "you wish," she turned away from his stunned face and went back to work.
After the warm up Tara was starting to feel the effects of the last twenty-four hours. She was trying to keep a neutral look on her face to hide how exhausted she felt, but it slipped a little when the instructor started to pair them off for the next round of drills. Tara listened with dread as Mel and Dhayn were partnered, and turned to face the instructor to find out her fate.
"Tehrrify will partner with Intrudehr."
Tara's shoulders dropped and she took a deep breath to steady herself, before looking around the room for Tru. She scanned her classmates for his spiky blond head, but couldn't pick him out of the crowd. As the rest of them paired off, Tara looked around again, confused. Her eyes finally rested at last on the large muscular back and shoulders of a male standing across the room from her. He bent over to grab a towel from the ground and Tara couldn't help but appreciate how the fabric of his gym shorts clung to him. He stood and turned toward her. Looking up slowly she met his familiar eyes, set in a very unfamiliar face.
Tru was around the same height as Dhayn and just as muscular. He had let his blonde hair grow out a bit, the short shag softening his chiseled face. The gold flecks in his brown eyes sparkled as he took her in for the first time. He sauntered over to Tara and gave her a shy smile. Tara had to check herself. They hadn't seen each other in a long time, and although the time apart had made him a lot easier on the eyes, she wasn't about to forget what an ass he'd been in the past. Even if that ass was drool-worthy.
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Tru let his eyes roam over Tara as he walked across the room to where she stood. She was tall and muscular in all the right places. Her figure was very much one of a female; her large breasts peaking out the top of her white tank top, and her low-rise yoga pants showing off a sliver of her toned stomach - but there was no mistaking the power in her stance, or the determination in her sapphire gaze. He had always had his eye on her because she stood up to him, but now he also wanted her on a more carnal level. He had a sudden flash of sparring with her in his bedchamber and tangling his hands in her long dark hair. He smiled at the mental picture.
Tru stopped a couple of feet away from her. She raised her eyebrow and gave him a smirk. Was I that obvious, Tru shook it off. There was no way she could have known what he was thinking. He gave her an honest smile, and watched for her reaction to his fangs. Her eyes widened and she gave a little gasp that was barely audible. Tru felt the same tug in his chest that he had felt when she first walked into the room. He had found it increasingly hard to keep himself on the other side of the gym throughout the first half of the class, and almost cheered aloud when they were partnered.
He took another involuntary step toward her, not knowing why, but needing to touch her. He stopped himself short and broke eye contact with Tara. He didn't know what was going on, but all of the irrational emotions made him feel vulnerable, and that was not acceptable. He would not lose control - he was going to have to figure out how to deal with whatever was behind his emotions, and quickly.
"You okay Tru?" Tara looked up at him, confused.
"Ya, I'm cool, I'm just…" He searched her eyes for the reason behind the fluttering in his chest. Her voice had set it off, but why? "Thinking," he finished, and looked away.
"We are going to practice getting out of a reverse hold," their instructor started as he walked around the room. "One of you will grab your opponent from behind and attempt to secure them, while the other attempts to break free. Simple enough, but I want to see real effort here, no slacking off." At this he looked pointedly at Tru and gave a wicked grin. "Tehrrify and Intrudehr will demonstrate, give them room." He said, waving the others to take their places around the outside of the mats.
"Who will be the attacker?" Tru asked, not wanting to assume anything. He definitely didn't want to end up on that Brother's bad side. Even better matched in height and speed the male was still a force to be feared.
"You will go first and then we'll alternate," responded the older male.
Tara had already positioned herself facing away from Tru and took on a rigid stance as she waited for him to proceed. Tru felt the pressure return to his chest as he wrapped his long arms around her slender frame, his wrists brushing her large breasts, and was shocked at his instant arousal. He spread his stance, hoping to cover his reaction to her touch, and grabbed his own wrist in front of her to lock his hold. He had to work to keep his body away from her so that she wouldn't feel his attraction, but wanted nothing more than to pull her back against him.
"Don't you dare hold back on me," Tara whispered. "I can take all you've got." She elbowed him in the stomach to emphasize her point. You asked for it. Tru smiled to himself as he gave in to his urges and pulled her in tight to his body, squeezing her upper body and breathing in the scent of her hair. Vanilla and lavender filled his senses and he fought back a contented sigh. She smelled so good.
"I don't know about that Tara. I've got a lot to take." Tru pressed his hips forward to emphasize his point. She squirmed beneath his firm hold, her ass pinned against his hardness, and he had to suppress a moan.
"That's enough foreplay, begin!" Their instructor shouted.
Tru was shocked by the strength of the female in his arms, but she didn't break his hold on her. She started by attempting to use shear force to break the lock he had on his wrist, but when multiple tries didn't budge it, she moved on to a different tactic. Tru saw the muscles in her neck tense just in time to move his face away from her head-butt. The violence of that action overpowered his earlier hesitation. She had triggered his inner fighter, and now he was truly not holding back. He tightened his grip further. Tara squirmed and tried to drop out from under the hold but couldn't escape him.
Tru looked triumphantly over to their instructor for his signal to release her, but she caught the motion. With an enraged noise erupting out of her, she snaked her hand around her back and took hold of his groin. Pain and pleasure surged through his body.
Tru yelped and tried to keep a hold on her, but when she squeezed harder he released her enough to duck out from under his arms and roll away from him. They were both panting and he couldn't help the grimace he wore on his face as they glared at each other from across the mat.
"That, Tehrrify, is not one of the moves you have been taught here." Tru heard from behind him. "I would prefer it if you would fight fair in the future, unless you were trying to even the playing fields for the next match?" The taunting tone with which the instructor spoke caused an unexpected reaction from Tru, he felt protective of her. He straightened and turned to face him.
"It was a fare shot sir, I should have thought to cover…my bases," Tru said, earning a laugh from the older male.
"Alright then, switch." He made a circling motion with his hand. "And everyone else take your positions." He looked around the room and they all hurried to obey, some restraining, others readying to break free.
Tru already had his back to Tara and she didn't waste any time lunging at him. She kicked out his right leg, knocking him forward onto his knees, the blue mats softening the fall. A split second later she had his legs pinned under her own, and secured his arms by hooking their elbows and leaning away from him. Tru's shoulders started to burn from the restraint, but he waited for the whistle to try to break free.
The whistle finally blew and Tru tried to throw himself forward, then to the sides, but Tara was countering his movements. His shoulders threatened to dislocate if he pulled any harder. So he opted for a new strategy. Tru threw himself back into her, but she met him with her shoulder and clamped her teeth to his throat. Tru froze, heat coursing through his body in a mixture of danger and desire. The sounds of the other fights in the room dimmed when he felt her fangs elongate as she bit down lightly, issuing her threat, but not breaking his skin.
"Yield." Tara growled into his neck. The flick of her tongue on his flesh as she spoke sent shivers running down his spine. Tru's instincts were warring for dominance. A part of him raged to be free, but another deeper part of him wanted her to bite, to feed from him.
He caught himself and focused on the fight, blocking out the other. He started shifting his body slightly, only small movements, trying to find a weakness. His arms were still pinned behind his back, but as he moved his right arm his hand brushed Tara's inner thigh and he felt her stiffen. Sensing an opening, he gently ran his fingers up her leg until he felt the heat of her sex through the thin material of her pants.
She jerked but held strong, a low growl climbing up her throat. Tru smiled, knowing he had found her weakness. He began making soft strokes over her core, as his left hand reached up to tease her breast. It was an awkward position, but he felt her hold on him start to weaken as her fangs threatened his throat. Tara writhed and squirmed trying to avoid his hands, but keep control of him. Just as he was about to make his move to break her hold on him, a scent penetrated his concentration. Tara was aroused.
Without conscious thought, that deeper part of him took over. Instead of breaking her hold as he'd planned, he thrust his neck into her bite, breaking the skin. He felt the sting of her fangs sinking deep into flesh and her lips against his skin, but before even one draw could come from her mouth, she was pulled off of him and Tru was tackled to the mat. He was pinned by someone much heavier than Tara, and looked up just in time to see Dhaynger's fist. Pain exploded along the left side of his face. Tru caught the second punch and threw one of his own, catching Dhaynger in the jaw, and sending him backward. Both males scrambled to their feet and charged.
"Enough!" A cold blast accompanied the command from their instructor, who's eyes were now black as slate. Their classmates pulled the males away from each other, but the hostility still hung in the air. Tru's hands were clenched into fists, and he looked over to find Dhaynger's were the same. "Explain." The instructor pinned Tru with his midnight stare.
"I don't know sir, I was sparring with Tehrrify, and then out of nowhere he tackled me and started throwing punches." Tru glared at Dhaynger.
"Dhaynger?" The instructor crossed his arms and turned to the other male.
"He was making my…her…" Dhaynger shook his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "He made Tara take his vein." He looked pointedly at Tru's neck. A small amount of blood still seeped from the place where Tara had bitten him.
All of the other classmates were ordered out of the room, leaving Tru, Tara and Dhaynger to face their punishment. The instructor returned from closing the door and looked them over. His eyes returned to their usual golden hue. That alone put Tru at ease.
"Tehrrify, are you hurt?" he asked. She shook her head. "Was biting Intrudehr intentional?" Again she shook her head, looking at the floor. "Then you can go. Good work today."
Tara's head snapped up, her mouth opened in shock. "Th-thank you," she stammered, and then swiftly exited the gym.
When the door closed behind her both Tru and Dhaynger began to talk over each other in an effort to excuse their actions, but the older male's raised hands cut them off.
"This is not the first time males have fought over a female." He gave a small knowing smile. "But it will be the last time it will happen in my class. This is a training facility and you two will respect that, or you will no longer be welcome to train here." He paused again. "Am I understood?"
"Yes sir," they said in unison.
"Good. Now go get cleaned up, I'll see you tomorrow." He didn't leave the room, but waited until the males had left peacefully.
Tru went straight to the bus. The others had already showered and were waiting for him to go home. He was thankful for the excuse to wait. With Tara's bite still slightly tingling as it healed, and desire coursing through him, it would have been a very awkward shower.
The bus lurched forward and the partition at the front was drawn closed, blocking off the only window that wasn't blacked out. A precaution not to block the sun, which was a few hours from rising yet, but for the secrecy of the facility's location. Tru settled into his seat and closed his eyes. He must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing he knew; he was being woken up by the noise of the others exiting the bus. He rubbed his eyes as he stepped off the bus into the parking lot and headed for his navy blue pickup.
Tru climbed into the cab and threw his gym bag on the passenger seat. He put the windows down, enjoying the late summer breeze as he headed home. It wasn't a far drive from the drop-off point to the four-bedroom ranch where he lived with his sister Kaelyn, and her mate Dehryn.
He drove around the back of the house to the barn. They didn't own any horses, nor did they plan to in the future, so Tru had helped Dehryn convert the barn into a massive garage over the summer. After pushing the automatic opener, he pulled into the garage and killed the engine. Part of the reconstruction had included the addition of a tunnel connecting the garage to the back entrance of the house. Tru waited until the automatic door was closed and secure and then went through the tunnel.
The back door opened into the large kitchen and eating area that made up the heart of the house. On the opposite wall was a large two-sided fireplace, with the open-concept living and family rooms on the other side of the stone wall encasing it. The bedrooms branched off from the main living areas, two on either side.
Tru shoved his keys in his pocket and walked over to where his sister stood with her back to him, her blond ponytail swaying as she cut carrots on the counter against the far wall. Dehryn wanted to hire doggen but Kaelyn wouldn't hear of it. She loved to cook. She even took night classes at one of the local culinary schools for fun over the summer.
"Need any help?" He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a hug.
"Nope, almost done." She smiled up at him, and then scrunched her nose. "You stink, go shower before dinner." She jumped and put her free hand to her round belly stretching the front of her modest purple sundress.
Tru stared at her hand, worried. "Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"
Kaelyn grabbed his big hand in her much smaller one, and pressed it just above her bellybutton. "Just kicking. Tiny has been going at it today." Tru felt the light nudge on the palm of his hand, followed by a stronger kick, and a smile broke out across his face.
"I felt it!" He stared down in wonder at what would one day be his niece or nephew. "Definitely a fighter." He smiled and dodged Kaelyn's smack.
"Don't start. No child of mine is going anywhere near that training facility." She picked up her knife from the cutting board and pointed toward Tru's room. "Go shower, I'll call when everything's ready."
Tru knelt down so that his face was level with the baby and whispered, "Don't worry I'll work on her tiny warrior." She pointed the knife at him and raised an eyebrow. "Okay I'm going." Tru stood and walked toward the door. When he got there he grabbed the frame and turned. "Hey Kay, I thought of a name. What about Rylan?"
She looked up from the pot she was adding the carrots to. "For a boy or a girl?"
"Either."
"Rylan. Hmm, I like it. Ry-lan…yep it fits. We'll see what Dehryn thinks, but I'm sure he'll love it." She gave him a smile and went back to her stirring.
Tru walked through the living room and down the short hallway to the last door on the right. Once in his room he dropped his keys and wallet on his dresser and stripped off his clothes. He shoved them into his hamper, which had just about reached its limit. Kaelyn might brave the cooking, but Tru had to do his own laundry. He resolved to do it after dinner and headed into his bathroom to take a much needed shower.
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