Talson Temptations 4: Talson's Match by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online Page A

as soon as he
took Tara to safety, he’d retrieve the chip and turn it in to the authorities.
    They stared at one another, and Romy felt his energy graze
hers. The sensation of union was nearly orgasmic, and he strangled on a silent
groan as her dark eyes held him fast.
    Then she sighed. “Come in, but be quiet about it. Can you
pull yourself up and inside? My house is elevated.”
    He glanced up. The window sat in an odd place in her rickety
house, but he easily scaled the seven feet and pulled himself through. After
dropping to the floor, he righted himself and stared in bemusement at a picture
of Tara ready for bed.
    The blood rushed from his head and pooled between his legs. Fuck
me. Up close, he could see the details he’d missed before. She’d thrown on
a pair of white high-cut shorts over her panties that matched her thin tank.
Without even trying, he used his psychei to see the soft rosy areolas
gracing breasts that would be more than a handful. So incredibly beautiful.
    He had a sudden flashback of the woman in the tub and
instinctively merged the two women together. Fuck, could his luck get any
worse? His control hung by a thread as it was.
    “What are you looking at?” she growled and crossed slim arms
over her chest, pulling him from his lust-induced stupor.
    “N-Nothing.” He coughed, willing his mind to wake the hell
up and his dick to calm down. Much as he would have liked nothing better than
to crawl into bed with Tara, he needed to fix her situation with Trotter. Every
instinct told him the man intended to move tonight. “Can we talk?”
    She narrowed her eyes, nodded and turned. “Follow me.” And
showed him her delectable ass.
    He clenched his fists and fought for control as he followed
her into her living room. He noticed a music amplifier and turned it on.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Masking our sound. Otra can hear pretty far, especially
when it’s dark.” He paused. “You can still see me, can’t you?”
    In the darkness, he saw her blink in astonishment, then nod.
“Yeah. I’ve always had pretty good night vision.”
    “Me too.” Was she hiding her nature, or did she honestly not
know she was Otra?
    “So why are you here, Romec?”
    “Romy.”
    “What?”
    “My friends call me Romy.”
    She snorted. “I didn’t know we were friends.”
    We’re going to be. Oh, baby, are we ever. He cleared
his throat. “I wanted you to know Trotter’s got something on your brother.”
    “ What? ”
    “Shh, keep it down.” He looked over her shoulder through the
kitchen window, able to see Trotter still pounding into the woman. No doubt the
bastard had come and was planning to again. Sometimes being Otra had its
drawbacks. “Good, he’s still busy.”
    She made a sound of disgust. “Does that man ever take his
business indoors? What I don’t understand is how the women don’t seem to mind. I
get the prostitutes being paid, but he’s with a lot of women. And hell,
it’s too hot outside to be doing…what he’s doing.” She glanced out the window
and quickly looked away. “Good Lord,” she choked.
    “He’s giving you a show, trying to turn you on,” Romy said
dryly, aware of a flush of pink in her aura. “Apparently it’s not working.” Good.
    “Oh man. All that action out there is for me?” She ended in
a high note.
    “Yeah. Trotter’s got it bad for you. He’s not going to take
no for an answer anymore. He’s coming here tonight to—” A sudden whiff of the
most incredible perfume froze him in place. An alluring, sexual, feminine scent
that called out to everything Otra in him.
    “Are you okay?” Her eyes gleamed silver in the dark, and she
took several steps closer.
    By the stars, the woman had entered Selection. His Testing,
compounded with her Selection, had just sealed her fate.
    Tara blinked and her eyes turned dark again. She stopped and
took a deep breath, then stepped back. “What were you saying about my brother?”
    Romy shook his head and tried to