Just as they passed the control room, Janie balked. “Wait a minute. I forgot my picture from Uncle Dage.”
“There wasn’t a picture left in your room,” Cara answered.
“It was still in his room, Mama. He promised. He drew a pink pony, and he said I could take her home. Please?”
Cara turned in exasperation to Talen, who chuckled and walked several doors down to place his hand against the rock near a big granite door. The door opened, revealing quarters similar to the one they’d vacated, except this one had two laptops and bunches of paper scattered across the table. Several empty grape energy drink cans littered the area as well.
Rushing forward with a happy cry, Janie flipped open a large sketch pad sitting haphazardly among the mess. A pretty pink pony smiled up at them.
Janie gingerly grabbed the paper by the corner and lifted it, pausing only when Cara gasped and moved forward. Cara reached out and lifted an intricate charcoal drawing of a face she knew almost as well as her own. Narrowing her eyes, she flipped page after page detailing her sister with different expressions in different settings. Dage had perfectly captured Emma’s intelligent almond-shaped eyes, pert nose, and tiny dimple to the right of her full mouth. Emma’s hair was piled high on her head in the last portrait, and her dark eyes smoldered with an expression Cara had never seen.
She turned in shock as Dage entered the room behind Talen, his silver eyes serious on hers. Talen moved to her side, his curious gaze on his brother.
“I don’t understand,” she murmured, ready and willing to put herself between Emma and any threat.
Dage remained silent.
“Why do you have so many drawings of my sister?”
Dage didn’t look surprised but Talen gave a sigh of understanding next to her.
“Why, Dage?” Her voice firmed in annoyance.
Dage flashed a grin. “I’ve dreamt of that woman for two hundred years, Cara.”
“Oh.” She wasn’t sure what to say. “Dage, Emma’s not, I mean, she’s not exactly …” She might not know Dage well, but she knew her sister like a book. And her sister would never put up with a dominant alpha male type of guy, which Dage screamed in spades.
“Not to worry little Cara,” Dage said with an arrogant nod. “Fate wants what she wants. I won’t hurt your sister.”
Cara shook her head. “I wasn’t worried about her.”
“Humph,” came the response as he gestured them out of his quarters.
It was a two-hour drive in an enforced black Hummer from the headquarters to the sprawling ranch house overlooking Great Bear Lake. Cara didn’t miss the large gate or multitude of mounted cameras on several lodgepole pines as they wove through the trees until the asphalt driveway circled in front of a deep wooden house with a large wraparound porch. The door was a forest green enforced steel and looked like it could withstand a nuclear blast while somehow keeping its quaint and woodsy character.
Quiet and solitude surrounded her as she stepped from the vehicle and fought the feeling she had finally come home. The smell of pine filled the air, and birds chirped from high above. Then she yelped as Talen swung her up in his arms and crossed the thick wooden porch before kicking the door open with one strong boot and ushering her across sparkling granite tiles to the living room.
He gently placed her on the hard oak floor before dodging outside and carrying a giggling Janie over the threshold.
“Wow,” Cara said as she stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the calm lake surrounded by trees and mountains. She walked right past the tall stone fireplace, comfortable black couches, and stunning oil paintings to stand at the windows and just look. She turned around to find Talen staring at her, an unfathomable expression in his unearthly eyes.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, almost afraid to break the silence.
“Stunning,” he agreed, his eyes caressing her face, the potted Douglas fir in his hands.
Janie broke the mood. “Where’s my room?”
Chuckling, Talen lowered the tree to a spot near the door and held out a hand, which Janie took with a happy hop. Cara followed them down a carpeted hall to a pretty room in familiar pink. Besides the bed, dresser, and dollhouse, this room had a light white desk, walk-in closet, and attached bath.
“Awesome,” Janie breathed before running and jumping on the bed.
Pictures of Janie, Cara, and Emma lined the dresser, and warmth flooded Cara as she turned toward Talen. “These are from our house in Massachusetts.”
He nodded. “And the garage is full of boxes that need to be unpacked.”
Cara smiled. “You had all of our things moved for us?”
Talen grinned back. “You can thank me properly later.”
Hm. Maybe she just would. Talen showed them the remainder of the house; the huge kitchen had dark granite countertops, deep cherry cabinets, and all stainless steel appliances. The center island had plenty of room for someone who enjoyed cooking, which Cara did.
Talen soon disappeared into his office to plot strategy for the Realm while Cara and Janie set to work unpacking their boxes. A desire to create a life with her husband teased her while fear whispered that their marriage was merely convenient. She had the right gene and was in the right place at the right time. Or the wrong. It wasn’t like he’d proclaimed any great love for her. If anything, he had treated her as a possession. One to be guarded, true, but Cara’s plans had always been to enjoy a nice, mellow, and solitary life.
Talen was anything but nice or mellow, and there was nothing lonely about the feelings he inspired in her.
After dinner Talen put Janie to bed while Cara tackled her new closet. She’d finished lining up her shoes when Talen moved toward the open drawer at her side of the bed and removed her silver nine millimeter gun.
“Can you shoot?” Talen took the weapon and checked the empty clip.
“Um, no,” Cara confirmed. “The gun is Emma’s and she wanted me to have it when there were some break-ins in the neighborhood.”
“It isn’t loaded.”
“I didn’t feel safe with it having bullets, but I promised Emma, so …”
“I’ll teach you how to use it, Cara.” He placed the gun inside the drawer and pulled out a dog-eared book.
She shrugged and then flushed scarlet as she saw what Talen held in one hand. She struggled to stand.
“Bound Hearts?” Talen’s voice deepened as he scanned the back cover. “Well, well, well, Cara. Nice reading material.” He looked up from the book, and his eyes flashed liquid gold as they trailed over her burning face.
“It’s just a book, Talen. Not a big deal and definitely none of your business.” Cara willed the heat from her face, with no luck. For pete’s sake, everyone read a bit of erotica once in a while, though she should’ve tossed the book after unpacking the box from her bedroom at home.
“I’m not so sure about that.” Talen’s voice was almost hoarse now. “You ever been spanked, darlin’?”
Cara caught her breath at the dark intent in his eyes, and her behind actually clenched in protest. “Um, well no,” she blushed even more. “It’s just a book, Talen. That’s all.”
“I don’t think so.” Masculine power flowed strong in his husky voice. “I think you’d like it.” His gaze kept hers as he replaced the book and closed the drawer. Cara took one step back and stopped herself from taking another when his eyes flared as he recognized her retreat for what it was.
The silence blanketed heavy as they stared at each other across the blue-covered bed, Talen’s watchful eyes holding her wide ones captive. “Run.”
With an instinctive yelp, Cara turned and did just that. She ran down the hall, through the living room and into the dining room, seeking safety. She felt, rather than heard, the hunter on her heels as she skidded to a stop around the large cherrywood table.
“Now, Talen,” she held up one hand to placate him as she gulped in huge gusts of air.
He raised an eyebrow and stoo
d deceptively calm inside the wide French doors, not panting in the least.
“This room is full of pretties—lots of china and breakables.” Cara’s eyes darted for an escape as she tried to catch her breath on a nervous giggle. Unfortunately, she was trapped. “We don’t want to break anything,” she continued with another stuttering chortle. “Let’s stop this silly game and maybe watch a movie or something.”
“But Cara”—Talen moved gracefully to the left, his voice low and soothing—”I want to play.” He stopped moving as she inched in the other direction, her eyes tracking him. Even playful, Talen was as intimidating as hell.
Yeah,” Cara retorted with a snort, “like a lion plays with a gazelle. Before he eats her.”
A slow, lazy smile crossed his face and she gulped, realizing what she’d said. Her blood started to thrum with the thrill of the chase, with the thrill of what he’d do to her if he caught her.
“It looks like you’re trapped, little gazelle.” He moved a bit farther to the left. “Now I get to eat you.” With the last, he lunged across the table in a formidable display of power and speed.
Cara shrieked in feminine panic and darted in the other direction, barely escaping his outstretched arm. She flew out the wide doorway, Talen’s masculine chuckle echoing behind her, letting her know she was free simply because he hadn’t finished playing. Only the thought of waking Janie kept her from shrieking again during the chase.
Cara’s bare feet slapped against the thick tiles in the entry-way as she darted past the front door into the safe haven of the kitchen. She skirted the dark, granite-covered island and backed up to the counter, her eyes wide on the entryway, and her elbow hit the huge basket of deep red apples.
The hurled red apple hit Talen on the chest as he stalked into the kitchen. He caught the second sailing apple an inch from his nose as Cara raised a third to throw.
His “I wouldn’t” made Cara pause, hand cocked, ready to throw, the breath heaving in and out of her chest. He moved forward much like the time he’d stalked her in Jordan’s kitchen, and Cara stifled a whimper.
His answering smile was more predatory than mischievous as he started around the island, holding her eyes captive. Cara froze as the sharp edge of desire warred to reconcile the predator with the fun she was having. Talen stepped up to her still form and gently took the apple from her hand.
One finger lifted her chin to meet his strong face. “Such a temptation.” His voice sounded like gravel and sent desire rushing to her core. “Adam didn’t stand a fucking chance in hell.” Talen slowly ran the smooth skin of the apple down the side of her face. He lowered his lips to hers.
Cara melted into him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dueling with hers, desire raging to the hint of pain throughout her body. Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground and deposited on the cool granite counter, her skirt pushed up and her knees spread wide on either side of his masculine hips. She felt small and feminine compared to the powerful male trapping her on the counter, and damn if that didn’t turn her on.
He’d told her to run. He’d chased her around the house while she fought the need to giggle like a teenager. Pure instinct had her fingers digging into his ribs.
“Hey.” Talen moved back, his hands clasping her arms. “Knock it off.”
No way. No way! She dug in harder, pressing between his ribs and squeezing.
“Stop,” he chuckled out, grabbing her hands, trapping them in his.
She grinned, her knees clasping strong hips. “I had no idea big, bad vampires were ticklish, Talen.” How freaking cute was that?
He grinned in response, and her heart tumbled in slow motion without a net. “Hmm. Well, let’s see.” He released her hands to go for her waist. And he pressed.
The shriek she gave as his massive hands tickled her sides should’ve raised the dead. “No, no, nooooo,” she cried, struggling to get away, giggling as she returned the favor, pushing her knees against his front to escape. Good thing Janie was a sound sleeper.
Talen shifted to the side, tangled a large hand in her thick hair and tugged not too gently to one side, exposing the graceful column of her neck to his mouth. His lips traced a path from her ear, down her cheek to the hollow between her neck and shoulder where he nipped. The imprint on her hip burned for him. “How about we call a truce?”
Hmm. A truce sounded good. She’d worry about her heart later. It was one thing to want the man, quite another to genuinely like him. The fun side of the dangerous leader was almost too much to resist. Then his sharp teeth nipped again, reminding her that his true idea of fun held a hint of genuine danger.
Cara’s knees clenched his hips as she pressed her aching core against his jean-covered erection. One strong arm around her backside pulled her even closer as he continued his exploration down her body. He murmured in appreciation as his lips found the swell of her left breast above her rounded neckline. Releasing her hair, he inserted one finger in her cleavage and tugged her T-shirt down to expose one hardened pink nipple, which he immediately covered with his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure.
His pleasure fueled hers and she opened herself to the sensations rioting through him—maybe being an empath wasn’t so bad. She closed her eyes and leaned her shoulders back against the smooth cupboards as he rolled her nipple in his mouth, her pelvis pressed flush against his. She moaned and tangled both hands in his thick hair, pulling him even closer to her throbbing flesh. Her body screamed for her to give him whatever he wanted while her mind sought reason.
Her heart should remain her own.
Talen raised his head, gave her a hard kiss on the lips, and ripped her T-shirt down the middle with two strong hands. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised as he turned his attention to her other breast. Cara could only gasp as the sharp pulls on her breast coupled with Talen’s covered erection pressing into her damp panties sent her spiraling into a sharp orgasm.
She buried her head in his salty neck to keep from crying out too loud. The ripples tore through her, and her every muscle tightened with the effort to keep quiet.
Talen gentled her with soft kisses along the undersides of both breasts as she clung weakly to him, her hands now limp in his hair. She stopped trembling, and Talen lifted his head to again claim her mouth, his hands spanning her waist. Lost in his kiss, Cara instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the counter and deserted the kitchen.
Talen strode across the house, nudging his bedroom door open with one foot, his mouth claiming hers. He deposited her on the bed before yanking his T-shirt over his head. His belt and jeans followed his shirt to the floor, revealing his warrior’s body. Desire clawed through her again as she took in the hard muscles and sheer strength of the inhuman male. He placed one hand across her upper chest and pushed her onto her back.
“My turn to eat, little gazelle,” he murmured, eyes intent on the scrap of lace before him. He knelt on the ground. Two strong hands reached out and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, his breath hot through her soaked panties. He leaned down and clasped the elastic waist with sharp teeth, tugging. The panties refused to move, so with a growl Talen ripped them in two with desperate hands. “I’ll buy you new ones,” he repeated as he lowered his mouth to now bare flesh, his hands cupping her thighs.
She arched into his mouth with a soft cry. Her mind shut down as sensation took over.
“So sweet. So spicy,” Talen declared against her, the vibrations making Cara clench her thighs against his hands. He licked her from one end to the other, releasing a thigh to insert one, then two fingers into her. He stretched her wide and spoke against her, “Truly succulent, Cara.” With a growl, Talen nipped at her, throwing her into the crashing wave of another orgasm. She clenched the sheets with white knuckles as he plundered her, prolonging wave after wave until she shuddered with a final sigh of release.
Then she exploded again when twin fangs pierced her thigh and he drank.
; Talen kissed the puncture wound and then slowly crawled up her body until they were groin to groin, his erection nestled impatiently against her core. His mouth mastered hers without leniency. The kiss was dark and dominant; Cara tasted herself on Talen’s tongue while he began to slowly possess her. Then, with a growl and powerful thrust, he buried himself in her warmth. His mouth claimed her startled cry.
Cara was stretched wide as Talen began to drive in and out of her, his mouth delving deeper with a commanding kiss, his hand twisted in her hair. She couldn’t fight her reaction to him—even if she wanted to. Why the fuck would she want to? She’d worry about that later. She moaned as he increased his thrusts and the friction created a wondrous series of electrical explosions deep within her womb—she opened her mind, her heart as much as she could. Powerful energy slammed into her from within him—claiming, striking at nerves, at emotions she hadn’t known she had. In fact, she wasn’t sure they were her emotions. Maybe they were his.
They shattered at the same time. Cara didn’t know if it was her release or his that had her seeing stars. Perhaps it was the combination of both.
Chapter 24
The phone shrilled Talen awake as dawn began to cling to the horizon. He snatched up the receiver, instantly alert. “What?” He sat up in bed and switched on the light. “When?” He pulled Cara closer to him, and her blue eyes widened. He shook his head at Jordan’s words. “She can’t go on the raid, Jordan. I know …” He wiped a frustrated hand across his eyes. “All right. We’ll see you in a half an hour.” He hung up the phone before facing his mate.
“Is it Emma?” Her voice whispered with fear.
Talen shook his head. “No. The Kurjans have kidnapped Katie.”
“Katie?” Cara sat up with a gasp. “No! Why?”
Talen shrugged. “I don’t know. Could be any number of reasons.” He jumped out of bed. “Jordan tracked them to eastern Oregon; he thinks he knows where she is being kept.” He threw on jeans and a dark long-sleeved shirt.
“Why does he want me on the raid, Talen?”
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