Talson's Net

by Marie Harte

  Quinn removed his fingers and mouth, and then a larger, thicker presence entered her body.

  Val had yet to decrease in size. Though he’d come, he remained hard and continued to thrust in and out of her mouth. “Take him, iriu, so you can take all of me. Yes, Rowe. Oh fuck yes.” Val groaned as Quinn slid all the way inside her, his girth stretching and burning, adding to the pleasure until she thought she might die of it.

  Quinn crammed himself into her, ramming harder and faster, just as Val increased his pace in sharp jolts. Quinn gasped and stilled, and his energy crashed into her, into Val. The three of them caught up in a storm of desire and feeling as Otra psychei bridged the gap and connected Rowe to Val. His climax stirred Rowe and Val to theirs, and she seized around Quinn and sucked hard, pulling Val’s seed once again down her throat.

  She swallowed him all, loving his loss of control. The extreme pleasure stole her will to do more than feel, and as she floated in the haze of bliss, she felt the men withdraw and switch places.

  Quinn lay next to them while Val took his place between her legs. And as she stared up into his brilliant gaze, she knew her journey had only just begun.

  Hours later, heat and a tight, pulsing grip made him so hard Val had to fight not to spill himself the instant he sank deep into his iriu’s snug pussy. Fuck, but Rowe had the power to truly undermine every ounce of discipline he had. Like an untried Otra, he wanted to push once, twice, then come hard. And this after a marathon orgy of sex and more sex.

  But the pleasure, the sheer joy in the joining with Rowe, not to mention Quinn, made him ache to prolong the moment. Quinn’s psychei had laid the foundation for his future, and Val wanted to make this night unforgettable for the woman he was coming to love, as unbelievable as he knew the emotion to be.

  Thrusting deep, he stared into Rowe’s ecstatic expression, glanced at Quinn’s agonized bliss, and felt his energy seep into Rowe. He rammed harder, Quinn’s energy stimulating his own.

  “Rowe, baby. I’m sorry. I can’t slow down. Not with you, not yet.” Not until he’d finished planting his marker, not until he could know she was truly his.

  “Val, please,” she begged, meeting his plunging cock as he rubbed against her clit. “I need to come.”

  Quinn lay next to her and leaned over her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and lowered his hand over Val’s hand, alternately rubbing Rowe’s clit and grazing Val’s cock, slick with her cream.

  Val couldn’t take much more. The sexual energy flowing in and around the three of them was impossible to resist, and he’d nearly reached his limit. Three hours of exhausting, overwhelming sex had finally drained him. “Almost, baby. Yes, Rowe, that’s it,” he encouraged as she arched up against him and clamped down on his cock. “Milk it, sweetheart. Take what’s yours.”

  He used his psychei to caress Quinn and Rowe, heightening the man’s raging erection while Rowe teetered on the verge of orgasm. “That’s me inside you, pushing my cock deep inside your pussy. Take me, sweetheart. Let your iriu fill your sweet sex.”

  She tightened around him, and the sensual anguish on her face told him how close she was, how much she needed to climax. Feminine hunger pulsed within him, and Quinn’s throaty moan told him the man felt it as well. Though he’d just come again down Rowe’s throat, Quinn looked ready to explode once more. He removed his hand from her clit and stroked himself, rubbing faster and harder while licking and sucking her nipples.

  “Val, I need you, iriu, please,” Rowe begged, and the honeyed sound of iriu on her lips triggered his climax.

  “Now, Rowe, now!”

  He released into her, his pleasure magnified as her vaginal walls clenched him tight, squeezing the semen from his cock. He cried out as he came, hearing Rowe sing with him, her passion a thing of beauty. As they physically bonded, their energies entwined with each other, sliding along the pathway created through Quinn’s psychic bridge. The finality of their bond snapped into place, and he knew real peace, that he’d finally found his future, and she was here.

  Images and thoughts crowded Val’s mind, fantasies of him and Rowe in new and interesting positions making him take note, even as the rapture of the moment stole his breath. She overwhelmed him with her heart. Such generosity of spirit, such a need to love and be loved. He could see the whole of her, joined as they were, and he’d never seen anything to match the wonder of his iriu.

  He closed his eyes and stilled, his heart pounding, his cock still throbbing as Rowe drained him of his seed. He’d never come so hard or for so long before and could only attribute the magic to his joining.

  “Val, my God,” she gasped, her breasts heaving with exhaustion. “I can feel you in me. I mean, all of you.”

  He smiled and ran his hand over her belly, softly stroking the place that would someday swell with his child. “I know. Who knew a Chartrell could be so damn sweet?”

  She laughed and groaned, clutching Quinn’s head to her breast. The big man finally released her and lay back. They watched him come over his hand and belly, and Val felt his cock twitch, but nothing more. He’d exhausted himself.

  Quinn sighed and closed his eyes. “Too much sexual energy from you two,” he rasped. “Sorry, but that’s the last of it for tonight.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” Rowe said with a smile and kissed his cheek. “We can feel your pleasure.” Val shifted but didn’t pull out of her, and her eyes widened. “You’re still hard, iriu.”

  “It’s fading, don’t worry. See, Quinn? You were wrong. She’s not pissed at all that she’s linked to a Talson,” Val murmured. She felt like heaven, liquid silk. “She knows she’s incredibly lucky to have me.”

  “Please. I think you have that backward.”

  Val snickered and withdrew from her. He needed rest. And he knew Rowe felt the same.

  “Hell. I’m out of here. You two need some alone-time, and I need to make sure Keilor’s behaving.” Quinn rolled out of bed and staggered on his feet.

  “Not tonight. Damn. Quinn?” Val sat up.

  Quinn waved him back. “Take care of her. I’m fine. Just drained a bit.” He smiled. “But I’d do it all over again. Rowe, I didn’t know what I’d been missing these many years.”

  Val frowned. “Look, Quinn, I—”

  “I’m just teasing.” Quinn walked slowly for the door. “I’m going home to rest. I’ll be in to work tomorrow and I’ll report back. I’ll see you two in a few days, okay? Stay here, and stay safe.”

  He left the bedroom before Val could remind him that he didn’t take orders from Quinn.

  “I don’t feel Quinn so much anymore.” Rowe sighed. “So we’re done now?”

  “He and you are. Yeah.” A surge of jealousy hit Val hard. “You don’t want him back, do you?”

  “No. But I can’t deny being between you two was sexy.”

  He relaxed. “As much as I’d like to say something obnoxious here, I won’t,” he teased. “But he’s right to give us some time together. We have a lot to talk about.” He paused, wondering if he should bring it up or not, then decided to mention it. “You could be carrying our child right now.”

  She flushed, her embarrassment adorable. “Oh.”

  They lay in silence until they heard the front door open and close.

  Val gathered her to him, still amazed at how much smaller she was. “Rowe, I realize we barely know each other, that we weren’t exactly on great terms before all this, and we just had mind-bending sex that we’re going to do all over again. But I want you to know it’s real. All of it.” He opened up his mind to her. “No matter how confusing or scary or weird it seems, it’s true. You’re mine, iriu. And I’m yours.”

  The sudden silence felt like a huge chasm, until she tentatively responded. “Are you sure? Is this even possible for me?”

  He sensed her need for acceptance at odds with the exhaustion and fear that nothing tonight really mattered. Sex, some Otra nonsense. Just another ploy to show her how undeserving she was. He’d leave
in the morning, and then…

  He needed to stop that line of thought right now and sent her, “Sweetheart. I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

  “Val?”

  “Shh. It’s been a long day. Sleep, Rowe. I’m right here. I’ll be here tomorrow.” He grinned against her forehead and kissed her. “No matter how much you might want me gone, you’re stuck with me. Now and forever.”

  8

  Now and forever.

  When Rowe woke the next morning, she couldn’t get those words out of her head. Val Talson ‘Or Fal, a leader in her company’s rival firm, and one of the most sought-after Otra bachelors on Werfal 7, thought he’d bonded to her. He called her iriu, a name of value and deep emotional meaning to Otra, both pure-blood and mixed.

  In the aftermath of the incredible fantasy that had occurred yesterday, all her doubts and worries returned. Her cousin, the piracy in her company. Her issues with self-worth notwithstanding, she didn’t know Val. How could she have allowed him to do those things to her? She blushed. How could she have let Quinn?

  She snuck out of his arms and used the facilities before returning to study him.

  In sleep, he seemed more relaxed but no less dangerous than he had the first time she’d been in his power.

  “Iriu, come back to bed. I need you here.” His drowsy thoughts shouldn’t have had the ability to melt her resolve, but they did. Without meaning to, she slid back under the covers and into his arms. In seconds she fell back into a dreamless sleep, comforted by the strong man by her side.

  When she next woke, it was to the soft caress of a hand over her hair. Val stroked her, and the knowledge he’d watched her sleep disturbed her. Hell, she hoped she hadn’t been drooling.

  He grinned, and she hastily closed down the connection between them.

  “Aw, honey. Don’t be like that. I like hearing you in me.”

  “I’ll bet. As much as you like being in me.” The hard presence of his desire brushed against her hip. She just had to go shooting her mouth off.

  “Rowe, I can honestly say that nothing in my life compares to being inside you.” His expression sobered. “Not just my cock, but all of me. The essence of who I am is bonded to you now. Just like you’re bonded to me.” He leaned down to kiss her, and the surge of desire brought her to full wakefulness.

  “Wh-what do you mean, exactly?” She panicked at thoughts of being so exposed. Her entire life had been spent enduring life as an outsider, never quite fitting in. But at least she’d had shields around her, an ability to fight off the taunts and jeers from others behind a strong, mental wall.

  “I know how you feel about yourself,” Val said quietly. “And it’s stupid.”

  “Excuse me?” Who the hell was he to judge? He was calling her stupid?

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re smart, a whirlwind dictator at work, from what I’ve heard, and your brain never stops. Why should you give a fuck what any asshole with ‘pure’ Otra blood thinks about you?”

  She blinked, not having expected that. No man except her father had ever said anything so nice to her before. Not even Quinn. Though he clearly supported her, he wasn’t big on words.

  “I’m not lying. Look and see.”

  She stepped into his mind and saw how much he admired her, how much he wanted the chance to get to know her from the inside out. To Val, she was more than a sexy body, but a true mate befitting a powerful Otra—him. “Not shy about yourself, are you?” she teased to cover her fight not to cry.

  She’d never expected her interactions with a Talson to be so positive, let alone loving.

  Loving.

  She felt it between them, that impossible, intangible emotion she’d been seeking all her life. No. He couldn’t feel that way for her. They’d just met. It had to be the weird energy between them.

  “No, sweetheart. It’s you. I’ve seen inside you. And yeah, I fell like a ton of bricks. I think I might—” He stopped himself, but she could have sworn he’d been ready to add love you. Before she could say anything, he put two fingers over her lips. “Not a word. I don’t want to hear anything but ‘Yes, Master. Anything you say, Master.’”

  She blinked. “What?”

  Val laughed and rolled her over his body, using her like a blanket. “You should see the look on your face. I thought Quinn was joking about your control issues. But those reports I have on you don’t lie. You really are a dictator, aren’t you?”

  “Only at work,” she said in her defense. “If I wasn’t strong, they’d run all over me. Most of the employees at Chartrell Shipping are Otra, and they don’t like humans much.”

  Val hugged her. “It’s getting better the more we interact with Earth. But if you’re worried about my views on humans, don’t be. In fact, my youngest brother just married a human. Jamie’s great. She doesn’t take his crap and is an integral part of the business at Port Watch out West.”

  She’d heard rumors that one of the Talsons planned to marry a human. “I’ve heard it said your brother—Roarke, right?”

  He nodded.

  “They say he’s human. Not a relation to the Otra at all except through marriage to one. Is that true?”

  “Not at all. When my birth mother died, my father found new life with a very special woman. Shea—my mother—is a hundred percent human, which makes Roarke half. He’s a full-out snot, but we love him.”

  Her heart raced. Could she really have found someone who could tolerate her background?

  Val eased his hands over her back, stroking to soothe, not arouse. But her body responded just the same. “Rowe, I promise. I’ll never look at you as less than me because of who you are inside. You’re special. You’re mine.” He kissed her, a meeting of more than mouths and tongues, but of spirit and heart. “I mean, you have such good taste in men.”

  She smiled and pulled back to look at him.

  “And I love your eyes. They’re so sexy. That green and silver that flashes at me tells me how much you like what I do to you.”

  “Tease.” She wriggled against him and watched his eyes brighten with heat. “But if I recall correctly, we both have good taste in men,” she said, thinking of Quinn. To her astonishment, he blushed. “Oh my God. Val Talson. You’re turning red!”

  “Quiet, woman.”

  “You really had sex with Quinn.” Her mind boggled at the images she wished she could see.

  “You really want to know?” he asked.

  Her nipples chafed against his chest. Her breasts swelled and her clit ached. Wet need slicked between her thighs. “Hell, yeah. I love Quinn. He’s my friend, but I’m not blind. He’s sexy as hell. To see you two going at it? Show me.”

  Knowing Val was uncomfortable only increased her desire to know. And then he showed her.

  The mental images were beyond words. Val pushing his cock into Quinn’s ass. Watching and feeling what Val felt as he fucked Quinn was such a turn-on that she didn’t protest at all when Val pushed himself inside her and forced her to sit up over him. She rode him as she watched him fuck Quinn, then sensed and saw Quinn take Val in the shower, deep-throating him until Val came all over again.

  His finger found her clit, and she exploded, taking him with her over the edge. It was then she realized he’d shoved a finger up her ass, giving her a taste of what Quinn must have felt.

  “I’m going to fill you there too,” he panted. “Until you’re swimming in me.”

  She tried to catch her breath. “I don’t know about that.”

  “I do.” The authority in his voice should have alarmed her. Instead it aroused her all over again, and Val smiled. “Oh, I like that. My iriu likes to be told what to do, hmm? Sweetheart, the games we’re going to play.” The things he showed her excited her all over again. And as he fucked her into a stupor once more, she found herself falling from like into something more for him. Into something that teetered suspiciously on the verge of love.

  “Give me the remote.”

  He had to be
kidding. Rowe raised a brow but clung to the remote control. “I need to see what the market is doing.”

  “Yeah, but that channel isn’t accurate. Try fourteen.”

  Yet another request that sounded more like a demand. Quinn had left them alone four days ago. In that time, they’d gotten to know each other pretty well. Rowe liked to be in charge. So did Val. It seemed this small skirmish for the remote control had pushed Val into showing his true colors. He’d been so damn charming, handsome, and accommodating since they’d bonded that she worried she’d married a saint.

  Good to know he was anything but.

  “My house, my rules, Talson.”

  His frown shouldn’t have aroused her, but for some reason she found his anger fascinating. “In case it’s escaped your notice, sweetheart, you’re a Talson too.” As soon as he said it, a sly grin appeared. “I can see we’re going to have to deal with this tendency you have to disobey me.”

  She dropped the remote, no longer interested in the channel. “Excuse me?” She knew she sounded frosty, but she didn’t care. “Obey, my ass.”

  “Oh, veyu, I intend to get to that real soon.”

  Momentarily distracted by the Otra term of endearment, she didn’t understand what he meant until he took off his shirt. “Val?”

  “I’ve been patient, but I think it’s time we had another chat. And this one’s going to end with my cock up that sweet ass. Then you’ll know you belong to me.” He scooped her into his arms before she could protest.

  All the kicking and punching she tried did little to dissuade him, not that she really wanted to. But she couldn’t give in too easily. Unfortunately, he could read her mind, so his knowing smirk grated as much as it amused her.

  Still, she tried to make him work to have her. But the man was built like a brick wall. He dumped her on the bed and forced her down with nothing more than his mind.

  “How come your telekinesis still works on me, but my ability to manipulate you doesn’t work?” So unfair.