Talson's Match

by Marie Harte

  She still wanted him. Her psychei, as he called it, felt so in tune with his. She wanted to feel that connection between them and to study it, to see if it was real. But more, her intuition told her he was it. The One. The reason she’d been waiting in Port Chase for so long.

  “Tara?” he asked again, his voice a low growl.

  His desire increased her own. “Oh what the hell. Let’s go upstairs, and you can tell me what you’ve really been up to next door. But how we’re going to manage it with me wrapped in a blanket I don’t—”

  One minute she sat in the hovercraft, the next she wavered, blinking at a shift in color and space, caught in Romy’s strong arms within a strange hotel room.

  “Oh, right.” She let out a gasp. “You can teleport.” She drew in a deep breath and inhaled the scent of a powerful male. A spicy perfume that reminded her body she needed more from Romy than his psychei.

  He grinned. “We’re here, veyou. And now, you’re all mine.”

  Tara barely had a chance to note the dimness of the room, the plush carpet and expensive drapes in scarlet and gold, before her gaze caught and held on Romy stripping to nothing. Golden skin drew taut over muscle that bunched and flexed when he moved. His cock was huge, thick, and long. And by the moisture beading at his tip, he wanted her just as much.

  He pulled off her blanket and backed her to the bed. She fell into it and stared as he moved to join her.

  “Hold on one second. I want to know the truth.” It killed her to stop his advance, but she had to know. “Romy Talson?” She knew about the shipping family. Hell, everyone in or near a port town knew about them. The Talsons were an Otra family, part of the ‘Or Fal clan that had founded a shipping dynasty. For over fifty years, they’d ruled the skies.

  It had taken them longer than anticipated to buy out the Bartons, but many had seen their arrival as a blessing. Until Trotter had shown up and proved to be a cancer to the city.

  Romy sighed. “You can’t tell anyone about me.”

  “Who am I going to tell? Trotter?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Your brother. I mean it, Tara. I trust you with the truth, but this has to stay between us, at least for now. Trotter has eyes and ears everywhere.”

  “Fine, whatever. Tell me.” So we can get back to business. Her breasts felt heavy, her pussy empty. But she couldn’t live with herself without knowing she’d made the right decision about him.

  “I’m one of the Talsons. Z and Val are my older brothers; Roarke is my younger brother. We hired Trotter months ago to see to this shipping lane. But something’s not right. My father, who rules the company with an iron fist, can’t see it. And that in itself is cause for alarm.”

  “Is he sick?”

  Romy joined her on the bed and leaned on his elbow on his side to face her. “No. But Trotter’s using some kind of psychei to fool my father. My brothers have their own responsibilities, so I’m overseeing this one. I was planning to run a routine inspection until I met you.”

  “Oh.”

  “When you mentioned Majesty, I had to see what the hell that bastard was up to. So I disguised my identity. Trotter thinks I’m working for some drug buddy who owed him a favor. So far, I’ve managed to clean up a bunch of Threader gangs.”

  “Well, I guess that’s good news.” She really looked at him and knew he told the truth. It fit. His goodness, her attraction to a man of his supposed ilk.

  “I swear I’ll keep you safe. We’ll figure out a way to get your brother out from under Trotter’s sights and put the man away for good. But do you think we could maybe wait to plan all that?” Romy ran his finger down her throat to her breasts and teased her nipples. “I’m kind of preoccupied with you.”

  “Oh man. Me too, with you, I mean.” She sighed and closed her eyes when he leaned forward to kiss her. “Romy, I’m scared. This is so sudden. I don’t—”

  “I know, honey. I’ve seen the real you, just as you’ve seen me. You’re a powerful Otra, a woman strong enough to more than keep me in my place. Getting to know each other, convincing you that love can and does grow in an instant, all that will come in time.”

  Holy crap. Was he saying the L word already? And could she believe him?

  “But right now, we need to complete our mating. Will you accept me?”

  Instinct forced her to say yes. Caution held her tongue.

  “Maybe you need some convincing?”

  “Maybe.”

  He laughed. That he wasn’t put off by her wariness eased her worries.

  “Oh, veyou, I’ve waited for this,” he said thickly. “You, me, a bed, and nothing but time.” He captured her mouth with a thoroughness that left her breathless. He used his tongue, teeth and lips to invade and possess. She’d never before been kissed so passionately and with so much devotion.

  The warmth of his mouth spread throughout her body, and before long he pushed her to her back and blanketed her with his body. His hard cock prodded her belly while his hands roamed, lingering over her breasts.

  “I love your nipples. Like ripe, warm berries,” he murmured, licking his way down her chest. His teeth captured one nipple, worrying it into a tight little bead. The echo of desire added to her own lust. Images and feelings that weren’t her own spurred her to want more. A hard cock inside her sex, a warm mouth over her clit, hands and lips touching her, caressing her, stirring her to orgasm again and again…

  She arched into his mouth, rubbing against him, needing him inside her. “Please, Romy.”

  “Please, iriu,” he corrected. “What we call each other, husband and wife. Please, iriu.”

  She paused, in lust and shockingly, in love. She felt the odd emotion and knew it because she’d been longing for it forever. Yet she also sensed the resonance of deep affection and longing in Romy.

  “You said you’d give me time.”

  He bit her nipple and licked the sting away, leaving her desperate to feel him inside her. “I did. It’s been a minute or so, maybe two.” He chuckled. “You know what’s right. Listen with your heart. Accept mine. It’s yours to keep, or yours to crush.”

  Dear Lord, could she say no to that? “Please, iriu,” she repeated, heeding her instincts. Though it was only a word, it meant much more to him. She didn’t know where their future might go, but she wasn’t a coward. She’d follow where this lead.

  “That’s right. Mine. My mate, my wife.”

  She waited for him to reward her, to put an end to this unbearable hunger. But he refused to be rushed. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t force him to enter her.

  He kissed a trail from her breasts to her belly and lower, to between her thighs. His heated breath hovered over her sex and he parted her folds to study her. “I love how wet you get for me.” He kissed her clit, and she shivered all over. When he paused, she looked down at him, caught by the swirling silver gaze turning her inside out.

  “In Otra culture, when a male enters The Testing, his eda, his companion in the mating, eases the way for his future with his iriu.”

  “Another man?” she breathed, stunned to think of sex with anyone other than Romy. It had been so long since she’d desired anyone, and now she could only see Romy in her role as lover.

  He kissed her clit again, and she moaned. “Yes. But you and I are different. We won’t need an eda to bond. Already I feel tied to you, and once I’m buried deep within you, we’ll be a part of each other—body, mind, and soul.”

  “I want that,” she said, aware of how much she meant it. Every time she thought of a future with him, she wanted it to succeed.

  “So do I. But this taking won’t be easy. I was selfish when I had you earlier in your house and by the hovercraft. I had to taste you, to inhale your sweet, sultry scent. I might have made your Selection worse.”

  “It can’t be much worse than this. I’m dying for you, you tease.”

  He eased a finger inside her. “Now listen to me. You can’t come until I tell you. You have to wait until you’re ready.�
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  Ready? Hell, she was more than ready now.

  “When will that be?” she asked, squirming under his touch. “I want you inside me.”

  “So do I, love. So do I.” He sighed, reluctantly leaving her with one last kiss, his tongue dipping into her channel, lapping up her cream. “But first you must take me as an iriu should.”

  He didn’t look as disappointed as she felt. In fact, his eyes gleamed with a wicked humor.

  “Why do I have the feeling you’re going to enjoy this?”

  “Oh, I am. But so will you. When I come, we come. But my physical release must precede yours.”

  “I don’t understand. Back at the hovercraft—”

  “At the craft I held back my psychei. Now I won’t.” His eyes glowed silver. “This time I need you to suck me and swallow my seed.” His voice deepened, and he moved up her torso to straddle her neck. His cock looked huge, his sac tight against his body.

  “I don’t think this will take all that long,” she said with a raised brow, surprised at how much she wanted him in her mouth.

  “Not long at all,” he rasped, pressing forward. “Take me, veyou. Take me deep.”

  Opening her mouth, she accepted his offering and closed her eyes as bliss enveloped her. She heard him groan her name, could feel him shaking as he pressed inch by inch deeper. Then a warm energy filled her, easing her when the tip of him met the back of her throat. She didn’t gag or flinch but accepted him without a problem. When he was fully seated, she opened her eyes and saw the ravenous hunger reflected in his blazoning psychei.

  She sucked him, stroking with her tongue. Then she pushed his hips back and forth, forcing him out and pulling him back in again with her suction. The images he sent her meshed with what she instinctively wanted to do, and she knew he felt as much pleasure as she in the taking. He groaned and threaded his fingers in her hair, and the sensations he experienced bled through into her. She felt herself sucking him, as if she herself were being suckled.

  “Oh, yes,” he hissed. “That’s so good, Tara. So fucking good.” He took control, no longer letting her steer his movements. He pumped into her mouth, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that mesmerized Tara with need.

  And then he shocked her. As she felt Romy approach orgasm, he shimmered, his body becoming transparent at odd moments.

  Tara stared, dumbfounded, and tied to ease away from him.

  “No,” he said, his voice as thready as his wavering form. “Not yet.” “It’s okay, Tara. It’s my way of compensating for an eda.”

  Bemused but not able to fight their combined hunger pressing for more, she continued to deep-throat him. He rocked harder, and then she felt warm hands running over her thighs and through her wet cleft. He groaned her name and stroked her hair.

  “Don’t worry, veyou, it’s just more of me.” Invisible hands tilted her hips and held her while hard thighs slid under hers. A cock lingered at her pussy, and callused fingers gripped her hips.

  She slid her mouth off him to angle her head for a look only to see an equally naked and aroused Romy readying to thrust inside her. She blinked up in surprise at the one straddling her neck.

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  Romy winked down at her. “Trust me.”

  “I want inside you,” the other Romy said from between her legs. “And you want it too,” he murmured. He plunged his fingers deep into her pussy. “So wet, so warm.” His thumb grazed her clit while he pumped, while the Romy in front of her brought her mouth back to his cock.

  “Suck me. Take my cock between those ripe lips. Yes, that’s it.” He groaned as he slid back into her mouth. “Oh fuck. I’m not going to last long at all.”

  She liked pushing him to the edge. She took him, stroking and sucking. The fingers between her legs retreated and hard flesh plunged deep. The dual sensation of fullness, between her lips and her legs, amped her desire into the stratosphere. She tightened her mouth around Romy with a moan while the fullness plundering her womb rode her without mercy.

  “Yes, yes,” both of Romy urged as they took her harder, faster, deeper.

  Tara couldn’t understand how he could be in two places at once, but she didn’t care. She had two men, one man in two bodies, loving her to distraction. When Romy climaxed in her mouth, she eagerly swallowed his salty seed. The bliss shaking his body flowed into hers. An orgasm, the likes of which she’d never before felt, slammed into her. Colors and feelings wove together to create a blanket of sheer joy. She wanted to scream but could only suck harder on Romy’s shaft, stimulating him anew.

  As she swallowed more cum, she trembled, falling gladly over ecstasy’s edge. Then the Romy between her thighs yelled her name and came, hot seed washing into her body.

  The three of them remained locked together as energy flooded the room. Masculine feelings intruded on her sexual high, and soon Romy’s thoughts spliced into hers. The incredible pleasure, the need to do it all over again until he well and truly bound her to him promised bliss she could only imagine. He wanted to drown in her, to mark her as his and his alone. Romy needed the peace of her touch, the excitement of her heart beating in time with his. But more, he wanted her in his life, to belong where she’d always been meant to be, by his side.

  God, he really wanted forever. Tara worked to catch her breath. She started when the Romy in front of her vanished as if he’d never been. Hadn’t he been the real one? But the man between her legs withdrew and hugged her tight.

  “Baby,” he gasped and rained kissed all over her. “My cum is deep inside you now. In your mouth and your soft pussy.” She liked him talking dirty to her, lost in his desire. “All of me inside you, Tara. Did you like it?”

  She nodded, enthralled by the sexuality surrounding her lover. Her mate.

  “My iriu,” she said aloud.

  His smile was so bright and happy she laughed with him. “Yes, that’s exactly right. You’re mine, and I’m yours.” “Your iriu,” he sent her. He lowered his mouth to her nipples.

  The small bites surprised a cry out of her.

  “Too hard?” Where before Romy had been sexual yet tender, this man, this Romy, had a harder, carnal edge to him. And she liked it.

  “No. Just surprising. That’s a lot of stamina. And two of you. Oh wow. That’s something I’ve never done before.”

  “I had to do it that way for us to have a future.”

  “I don’t understand.” She didn’t, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t enjoyed every second of it.

  He chuckled. “Our psychei had to bond, and to fully allow myself to join with you, I had to have another to pave the path. It’s the Otra way, to ease the rejection of the initial joining. The eda’s seed washes away the protective layer in the female’s psychei, and in her sex. Then her mate, the iriu, comes inside her. And it’s his seed and energy that bathes her womb. It takes two to jump start the path to procreation. To a true mating.”

  She blinked. “Procreation?”

  He paused. “Sometimes a female enters Selection for more than a mate—to create a child. When the female’s time is right, she’ll seek a male. Mated females of course seek their mates. You, I think, recognized in me a perfect partner. And more, a father for your child.”

  “What?”

  “I think you want children as well. Children I am only too happy to help create.”

  Tara froze and out loud said, “Children? Isn’t this a little soon? I still barely know you. I’m living in the projects and dealing with Trotter on a daily basis. I’m not ready for kids yet.”

  “Veyou, you’re Otra.” Romy stroked her hair, her neck, her breasts. He sucked at her throbbing pulse before gently biting to leave a mark. “Deep inside, you know what you need. I’m what you need.”

  “But Romy—”

  He spread her thighs and pinned her down, holding her in place so she couldn’t move. The aggressiveness of the action stunned and excited her to silence.

  “I don’t think you understand.” He positioned himself at her entran
ce and speared her. His lips moved over hers without finesse, only raw need. Any and all resistance faded as desire overwhelmed everything. As he fucked her, he seemed almost two different people. This one domineering and rough, the other tender and gentle. But both were loving. Dual facets of her mate that fueled her heart and body to accept him.

  He continued to press a spot inside her that felt so good she couldn’t stop reaching for another climax. She shrieked, unable to help herself, as he pushed her into an orgasm. His quickly followed but lasted longer than she might have thought possible. He shuddered and held her tight as he poured himself into her.

  “Tara,” he groaned, an echo of voices as he pressed harder against her. “I can’t stop.”

  He jetted again, his cock continuing to release with pulses that vibrated through her body, prolonging and enhancing her own pleasure. Energy spilled, holding them both in its wake before the power slowly faded and returned them to normal.

  Or what was normal for them.

  Gasping for breath, Tara clung to Romy, needing the contact as much as she needed to make sense of all this.

  “Stars and sun above.” Romy slowly withdrew and eased onto his back, pulling her into his arms. “I don’t think I can move again, not for a while.”

  Tara glanced at his drawn face and couldn’t help the smile that escaped. “I’ve never heard of a man screwing so much he knocked himself out.”

  “Very funny.” “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.” His eyes widened as if the thought had just occurred.

  “You didn’t. I may be a little sore later, but I can barely think beyond the pleasure you’ve given me.”

  “Pleasure, yes. Extreme, intense pleasure I will never, ever be able to forget. Tara, you are so perfect. And you’re mine.” He closed his eyes. “Admit it.”

  A bit of defiance she wouldn’t have thought capable reared its head. “As much as you’re mine.”