Free Talson Temptations 3: Talson's Net by Marie Harte Page B

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. The man was built like a brick wall. He dumped her on the bed and
forced her down by sheer will.
    “How come your telekinesis still works on me, but my ability
to manipulate you doesn’t work?” So unfair.
    “Not sure, but I’m not questioning a good thing.” He smiled,
and the joy seemed to light him from the inside out. “While I have you down,
let’s talk about your cousin again.”
    She groaned. Val pestered her for information about Keilor
too often for her peace of mind. “I told you everything.”
    “Not everything.” He stripped down to nothing, and she had a
hard time looking away from his body. So beautiful. And all mine ,the selfish part of herself stated in no uncertain terms.
    The satisfaction on his face unnerved her. “Yes, sweetheart.
I’m all yours.” His annoyance faded, though his tenacity remained. “Now about
Keilor. Did he ever abuse you? I need to know.”
    She squirmed, wishing she could have this conversation on
equal footing. Bad enough the man towered over her when they both were
standing. But lying under him made her feel…well, submissive.
    His eyes darkened. “Rowe?”
    “No. Not the way I think you mean. He always watched me.
Growing up we spent time together. Our fathers were brothers in the same
business. Until the day my parents died, I’d spend Saturday dinners with Uncle
Fulton, Keilor and Aunt Twaye. I hated it. My mother did too, and we’d play
silly little games to amuse ourselves while Dad and Uncle Fulton talked business.
I don’t really think Dad liked him much either, come to think of it. But he had
a duty to the ‘Or Ryi, so he liked to say.”
    Thinking about her parents made her heart ache. Then Val was
there, kissing her, taking away the pain until only a lingering nostalgia
remained.
    “I’m sorry. I can feel how much they meant to you. I wish I
could have known them.”
    She blinked up at him, nonplussed at his sincerity. “Um,
yeah. It’s funny, but I think they would have liked you a lot.” Her father
certainly would have. Arman ‘Or Ryi prized intelligence and fortitude, both of
which Val had. But her mother would have liked the way he looked at Rowe. As
much as she hadn’t asked for a mate, she couldn’t have hoped for someone better
than Val Talson—at least, the Val he’d shown her so far. On the surface, he was
full of charm. But she wondered about the real him.
    He shook his head. “So many trust issues.” The naughty grin
on his face worried her.
    “Val?”
    “We need to work on that, veyu .”
    “Why do you call me that?”
    “Beloved?” He smiled and kissed her, his lips lingering long
enough to stir her into a new, burning desire. As if made just for him, anytime
he drew too close, her body softened, became pliant. Arousal, need and
affection embraced her in an all-out flame. She would have dragged him down to
her if she’d had control of her body. But thanks to his telekinesis, she could
barely move.
    “Yeah, beloved,” she growled. “Why that?”
    “Because that’s what you are to me.” His eyes narrowed.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” After he had her naked, he returned to their
previous conversation. “So what are your plans to take down your cousin?”
    How could the man think when she wanted nothing more than
him inside her? She cleared her throat and tried to focus on something other
than sex. “My cousin, right. For some reason, he wants me, so I’m going to use
that to trap him. He’s not stupid. He routinely checks for listening devices,
and he has an associate who shields for him.” Telepathically. As strong as Otra
were with telepathy, Keilor used a shielder to keep