Free Talson Temptations 4: Talson's Match by Marie Harte Page B

have you for my own, Tara Drake. I
am Romec Talson ’Or Fal, and I am your mate.
    Talson?
    Yes. And if you want to know the whole of it, say yes to
me. To the Romy you know as no other ever has.
    She stared at him, could feel and see his frustration as he
waited for her next move. The thought of what he would do to her in his room
should have spooked her. Hell, she didn’t know you could make love in some of
the ways on his mind. But she couldn’t help feeling intrigued, hungry, drawn— to
him . To Trotter’s drug pusher who wasn’t a drug pusher, if she could
believe him. A Talson?
    He’d said she was in heat, so shouldn’t she have wanted one
of those other Otra sniffing around her? And what about Trotter? He was
certainly good looking, powerful and near her all the time. Yet she hadn’t
wanted him or any of the others. No male, human or otherwise, but Romy. And the
fact that’d put his life on the line to defend her eased much of her wariness
about him. Not once had he threatened or tried to hurt her. Not like the other
Otra in the shipyard.
    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 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 power and 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.”

Chapter Six
     
    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 a hundred years, they’d ruled the skies.
    It had taken them longer than anticipated to buy out the
Barkins, 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