Talson's Net

by Marie Harte

  Mannie shifted on his feet, fisting his hands. He seemed unsure about the compliment. “Whatever.”

  “Hey, I’m sorry for intruding. I’ll get out of here and out of your hair. Don’t worry. I have no intention of bothering you. I’m just here to do my job for the Talsons.” He stepped back and waved, as polite and charming as Trotter was lecherous and slimy.

  “Hope you like Majesty,” Tara muttered as Mannie closed the door behind him.

  “What did you say?”

  Crap. Mannie heard everything. If he knew the Talsons were moving drugs right next door, he’d pick her up over his shoulder and haul ass out of town.

  “I said I hope you like His Majesty, as in Trotter.”

  Her brother stared with suspicion but eventually moved back to his lunch and continued to nag her about leaving. After half an hour of refusing to budge, she pushed him out the door with a promise to visit next week. As if a trip uptown, and to one of the nicest penthouse apartments in Port Chase, was a hardship.

  Sighing at the amount of time and great lighting she’d lost, she hurried back into her studio and applied paint to canvas. But as she worked, a dreamy lassitude seemed to fill her, and her heart directed her strokes as a face slowly took life in her painting.

  Talson’s Match

  A Civilized Mating Excerpt

  The Instinct #1

  Talzec growled, his gaze still on Skye. “Why are there two offworlders in my camp right now?”

  Lisa stepped back behind Maht.

  Xav moved to position himself firmly between Skye and Talzec, which had Talzec looking even grimmer.

  Suddenly, Skye’s sense of self-preservation vanished as anger at the unfairness and weirdness of the situation took hold. She darted around Xav before he could stop her and walked right up to Talzec, stopping only a foot away.

  Jesus, she could feel that intense heat bleeding from his body into hers as his energy sought her secrets. She tried to hold him out while looking for cracks in his psychic shield. She needed to know how he’d react to danger if she had any chance of surviving.

  She poked him in the belly and felt absolutely no give in his muscle. Suppressing a totally inappropriate shiver of need, she stood firm. “Look, buddy. It’s been a shitty week, and you’re not helping.” She ignored the gasps of those around her and continued. “Your barbarian stole my friend, sexed her up, impregnated her, and now claims her as his mate. You can’t just steal people. She’s an offworlder. She has rights.”

  Talzec didn’t blink as he watched her, and those fascinating golden orbs of his kept flashing to blue and back again. Darts of red swirled, then vanished, while his tattoos moved faster. Totally not human, Skye. Remember that.

  “And what of you, little human?” he asked in a beastly growl.

  “I’m here to help her. She’s my best friend.” She put her hands on her hips, trying to look bigger and failing miserably under his larger-than-life presence.

  “She defeated two Nasuhl warriors. And Maht,” Xav said, startling her to hear him so close behind her. She hadn’t felt him at all, so focused on Talzec.

  Talzec frowned, which made him look even sexier—meaner. “An offworld female defeated a Vyctore warrior?” He scoffed, his disdain evident.

  She saw red. Without thinking, she tapped into his energy and forced him to step closer with a telekinetic tug. Then she hooked a foot around his ankle and yanked.

  A normal man would have fallen on his ass. Talzec stumbled and immediately caught his balance.

  “I told you,” Xav said and laughed at the giant tower of rage now looming over her.

  Talzec leaned down and opened his mouth to say something. Then he sniffed and froze. His head whipped to Xav, who nodded. Straightening to his full height, he ordered Xav to take her to his quarters.

  “To my hut?” Xav sounded surprised. “Not the guest quarters?”

  “Do what I told you to.” The quiet threat in Talzec’s tone said more than a shout could have.

  Whispers around them turned into loud discussions of shock and awe that an offworlder had dared confront their leader. “Maht, you and Lisa come with me.” He turned on his heel and walked away.

  Xav hustled her with him, so that she almost had to run to keep up. They entered a hut on the far side of encampment, right next to a larger structure that held a banner over it signifying the leader’s home. That much she knew from her studies of the barbarians.

  Great. She’d now be sequestered right next to a giant with a chip on his shoulder about offworlders.

  Inside the hut, she saw open windows facing the forest. A large pallet on the ground made up of furs and skins took up most of the room, with a wooden cabinet to one side and a table and chairs on the other. Large by her standards, but small when occupied by a barbarian. The place was simple but clean, and it smelled sweet, probably from the yellow blossoms dangling on the vines right outside the windows.

  She’d barely stepped inside when Xav grabbed her and dragged her down under him on the pallet, which was surprisingly comfortable.

  “Hey, stop.” She tried to slap at his hands, but the man moved faster than she could follow. She had a hard time mimicking his movements because there was little pattern to them. This, at least for him, seemed new.

  To her shock, he’d bared her breasts. Now naked from the waist up, she couldn’t think about much more than keeping the rest of her clothes on. “Xaveht!”

  He shifted off her, and she was naked.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” ended in a high-pitched squeak when he removed his loincloth and boots to reveal perfection.

  “I cannot wait, tonan. I need you now.”

  He covered her in seconds and nudged her thighs wider.

  Thought left her as emotion took over. The sensation of oneness with him filled her from head to toe. Xaveht and she belonged together. And another waited in the background, a hovering energy that pressed at her to accept everything and submit.

  All-consuming need struck her mute, until she looked deeply into Xaveht’s blazing eyes.

  “Yes,” she hissed, feeling him to her bones. She needed more, though, and Xav, bless him, didn’t disappoint.

  A Civilized Mating

  About the Author

  Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit http://marieharte.com