Talson Temptations 1: Talson's Wait (4 page)

“Come on, baby. A little more. Yeah.” Roarke arched his pelvis against her, his erection like an iron bar beneath her.

Reality splashed over her like a cold dose of water. She couldn’t believe how much she still wanted to continue this exploration. To take him into her bedroom and let him push inside her, that massive length of him crammed deep. She shivered, trembling because her clit still throbbed over his thick cock.

Talson said nothing, lying still while he watched her with guarded eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Th-that was a mistake.”

“Not from where I’m lying.” He had the nerve to grin at her, his expression almost evil. “Oh, yeah. Run as fast and far as you want. But I’m getting inside that pussy. And you’re going to finally know your place. It’s time you paid your dues.”

She wanted to hate him, to rail at him for being such an arrogant jerk. But the truth was, his dominance only turned her on that much more. Striving to shake free from his sensual web, she rose to her feet, unable to look away from his heavy-lidded eyes.
I shouldn’t want him. Not at all. He’s bossy and annoying and mean and…oh God, so fucking sexy. This is so not normal, so very, very not okay to want Talson like this.

Gathering speed as desperation and shock fought for control of her thoughts, she picked up her bags and flew out the door, wanting nothing more than to escape her path to ruination…and her insane desire.

Roarke stared at the door, trying to catch his breath. His dick was rock hard, his need for the fiery redhead all-consuming. Watching her come had been as good as watching her blow him. Such passion, such life in a woman who’d worked hard to overcome adversity.

He concentrated on willing away his erection, knowing he wouldn’t find the ease he wanted. Not until he ran her down and finally laid claim to the woman he had no intention of letting go again.

Like him, Jamie was a fighter. Sure, he knew what people said about him. They called him the bastard son of a whore who didn’t know better than to spread her legs for an alien. Though most thought Roarke human, enough rumor circulated to call his humanity into question. He’d grown up having to fight for respect, to have a place on this Earth when aliens weren’t welcome in many parts of the country.

Enduring, pushing through, striving to be better, he’d busted his ass to make it on the docks before he took the name Talson and everything that went with it. He knew the backbreaking labor of the docks, because he’d grown up with it. And he’d seen what happened to those who were weak.

Roarke had thrived, but he’d been lonely too. Always feeling different, never at peace with his Otra brothers because of his human genetics, he’d kept himself apart. His father tried to understand, but he didn’t know what it meant to deal with others without a psychic connection. Roarke was human in all ways but one. And sharing orgasms made him more a freak than a catch in society.

Jamie hadn’t seemed to care. Nor would she. He knew in the very fabric of his being she belonged with him. Not to him, but with him. He couldn’t handle a shy or weak-willed woman, even one as beautiful as Jamie. But a woman with that much fire, one who’d risk everything to help an Otra, who saved up every bit of currency to support her sisters?

That woman held his heart. And he had every intention of collecting her before she slipped through his fingers.

He had a hard time knowing she’d almost bested him. If not for his brother’s discovery on Werfal 7, he might have missed it. Yes, he’d wondered about the cargo manifest the other day, since it didn’t match the initial weight of the box. But knowing Jamie didn’t make mistakes had led him to believe there must have been a glitch.

Yeah, a glitch with his reasoning. He smiled despite himself, caught with his hands behind his back and his dick still aching to slide inside her warm, wet pussy. She’d bested him, but he’d won as well. He’d counted on her integrity. When she could have, and probably should have, taken him out when she’d had the opportunity, his truehearted Jamie had resisted the impulse. She’d kissed him and sealed her fate.

At the thought, he felt warm all over. To his surprise, the tape around his wrists melted away and he broke through the frail cord holding them together. He apparently had more Otra in him than he’d known. Now to share that with a feisty redhead currently on the run.

He left her apartment and opened all his senses, aware that by accepting Jamie, he’d unlocked a door inside himself. Within moments he caught her scent, a light hint of
yjor
and woman. He’d picked up the plant on Werfal 6 while thinking of her. She’d never known where the strange plant had come from, just that it appeared one day on her doorstep. Nor had she realized the slow courtship he’d begun the day he’d bought it to her.

“No matter,” he murmured and left the apartment, his blood humming at thoughts of the hunt, of finally capturing his prey. “Oh, Jamie, you can’t run far or fast enough. I’m coming, sweet. And soon, you’ll be mine.”

Chapter Four

She’d been aware of a prickling at the back of her neck a little after she’d left Roarke tied up on her floor. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t keep thinking of him as Talson, not after what they’d shared. Just thinking about how he felt and tasted aroused her, and a part of her wanted to run
to
him as fast as she was running
from
him.

Passing another marker directing her toward Port Watch’s transit station, she tried once again to push the stubborn man from her thoughts and concentrate on her own well-being. Kissing and grinding over Roarke Talson was all well and good, but if she planned on having any kind of a life out from under the man’s cock, she needed to get a move on.

“Last boarding for Ellis Bay Gatehouse,” an electronic voice chimed.

She hurried forward and managed to board the hover rail as the doors closed. She had just enough credit to buy a one-way passage out of Port Watch, but to what town she had no idea.

When the ticket master arrived, she handed him her credit chip and waited. When he handed it back, her heart resumed its beat. Roarke must have been too ashamed at being defeated by a woman to report her absence to the authorities. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t find a way to find her, but she could rest easy, at least for now. She imagined that once enough time had passed and he still hadn’t found her, he’d call in the authorities. And God help her then.

The ticket master pointed her in the direction of the sleeping berths. “Cabin 105,” he said with a pleasant nod and checked the room off on his digital register.

Relief settled when she entered the small cabin. It wasn’t much, but for the next few hours at least, before they reached the next stop, she’d be able to rest while she figured out what to do and where to go. She glanced at the fold-down bed, curious that it seemed larger than she would have expected for such a cheap price. But not one to question good favor, for once, she set her bags down, pulled out the bed and sighed into a plush comforter.

The rail began its rhythmic descent into steady movement, and she’d almost drifted into sleep when her door suddenly banged open.

“Sorry, wrong room.” She smiled to take the sting out of her sharp words and froze when Roarke Talson shut and locked the door behind him.

He stood in her room looking extremely pleased with himself.

“You’re good, I’ll grant you that.” His deep voice still had the ability to simultaneously irritate and arouse her. “But I’m better.” He stared from the top of her unbound hair to her socks, lingering at points in between. His scrutiny discomfited her. The way he stared, she might as well have worn nothing more than a frown.

He leaned back against the door and crossed his arms over his chest, drawing her attention to his obvious power. She swallowed around a dry throat and he grinned.

“Well now, Jamison. Seems to me, you’ve violated your contract. I’ve been waiting for this day for a very long time.”

The satisfaction oozing from his every pore made her blink. He stood still, unmoving, but she noticed the unsteady rise and fall of his chest, the preternatural gleam of his eyes and the sexual magnetism he exuded like a heady cologne.

“You’re Otra.” Hadn’t she suspected before?

He nodded and began removing his clothing, throwing her speculation into complete chaos. Fascinated with his satiny skin, she watched him bare his chest before snapping her mouth shut. “What are you doing?”
Yes, that was the correct response, and what I should have said the minute he reached for the hem of his shirt
.
Unfortunately, the breathless quality of her voice and her inability to look away from the sculpted bronze muscle of a man built to dominate made her sound less than unenthusiastic.

Shadows played off the ridges of his abdomen. His pecs and biceps bulged each time he moved. The man was ripped, and he had the strength to crush her easily.

Though he didn’t seem angry, she
had
bashed him in the head. Her arousal faded beneath a wave of fear. What would he do if she said no? Could she refuse him? Should she try, when she didn’t really want to?

She licked her lips and his eyes fixed on her mouth.

“I’m going to strip naked.” His hands went to the snap of his jeans. “When I’m done, I’m going to lie down on that bed and watch you take off your clothes, piece by fucking piece.” His eyes glowed, the dark black pulsing with silver threads. After he toed off his shoes, the rest of his clothes followed in a rush. His thick erection told her what words didn’t need to. He wanted her, and he intended to have her.

She shivered as a ghostly finger of need drifted over her breasts and between her legs. His excitement or hers, she couldn’t tell. That weird psychic thing again, but it didn’t scare her. Instead, she felt closer to him because of it. And
that
scared her.

“You’re finally mine, Jamie. After a year of waiting, you’re going to be mine in every way that counts,” he said softly, his very evident erection growing larger as he spoke. He gripped it in one hand and pumped it a few times, bringing her gaze to the slick head wet with arousal. “Now before I come all over the bed, take off your clothes. Slowly. You owe me one hell of an orgasm.”

With little room to maneuver, she brushed against him when she exchanged places with him on the bed. His thick shaft bobbed as he settled down, and she had the crazy urge to taste him again. She didn’t think he’d object to another blowjob, but something in her told her not to push him right now.

He seemed too on edge, too angry, yet hungry, all at the same time.

She faced him on unsteady legs, her own need too strong to ignore. How she’d transitioned from fugitive to sex addict she didn’t know, but the unadulterated carnality around Roarke was impossible to resist. She’d desired him the moment she’d seen him, but she’d suppressed those longings knowing they’d bring her nothing but trouble. Considering she’d fallen as far as she was likely to go, she had nothing left to lose.

“Take them off. I want you naked now. And I’m warning you, you don’t want to push me. You have enough punishment coming to you as it is.”

Shrugging and trying hard not to show how much she wanted him—God, that mean voice made her so wet— she slowly peeled off her shirt and tossed it to the floor.

“Oh yeah. I love those tits. You’re big, aren’t you?” he crooned. “Cup them. Hold yourself out to me. Offer me those pretty nipples.”

They throbbed under her bra, the stiff points an obvious indicator she wanted him.

“Do they ache? They’re hard, aren’t they? Tell me.” His voice lowered and he stroked himself.

She shifted on her feet, her pussy wet and empty. She needed to feel him inside her, to fill that void that was so much more than physical. It made no sense, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t just want him, Jamie loved the stubborn ass. She groaned, wishing she could have kept it simple.

He’d likely fuck her then throw her back to the authorities. And she loved him. How screwed up was she?

“Take off your bra and touch yourself for me. I won’t say it again.”

She obeyed, feeling meek and very unlike herself. Yet she could see he liked her instant obedience.

“Good girl. That’s right. Let me see those breasts.”

Her cheeks felt hot. She wasn’t used to anyone seeing her without clothes. The few lovers she’d had before she’d indentured herself had been pleasant if not satisfying partners. Though they meant well, neither man had made her feel even a tenth of what Roarke did. So imposing, so male, so dominant.

“Now rub them. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He hypnotized with his voice. Seducing with the sound of his words.

“Roarke…”

“No.
Sir.
Call me Sir.” He rubbed the tip of his cock, making it shiny with pre-cum.

“Sir.”

“That’s a girl. Tell me how sorry you are for leaving me while you touch yourself. Pinch your nipples and beg to suck me off.” The gruffness of his order was magnified by the immense girth of his erection.

He looked huge, thick and flushed, his balls taut with lust.

She pinched her nipples and moaned at the heady sensation, as if he touched her through her fingers. “Roarke, please. Let me taste you. Let me suck you until you come down my throat.”

He growled. “Take off the rest of your clothes first. Are you wet, Jamie? Do you want me?”

“Please.” She hurried to take off her clothes, ready to do whatever it would take to ease the ache between her legs. Knowing he wanted her just as much only made the longing that much worse.

“No hair? Oh yeah, that’s sexy as hell.” He eyed her smooth mound, mesmerized by her nudity. “Spread your legs. That’s it.” He knelt on the bed and leaned closer to her. “Wider.”

She spread her thighs, embarrassed at her state of arousal. She’d never been so wet before.

“I’m going to taste you, but you can’t come.”

She shivered. “No, I—”

In a heartbeat, he turned from sensual to demanding. “You’ll fucking do what I tell you. I own you, honey. And we both know it.”

She wanted to melt at his tone and managed a nod.

His large hand threaded in her hair, forcing her to keep her gaze locked to his. The tiny bit of pain made her feel lightheaded, dizzy from the wealth of pleasure stealing through her body. “You can’t come yet, do you understand?”