Everyone has a Weak spot (20 page)

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Lorelei flipped and bounced through the trees. She ran beside the car for a minute. The car moved to the side of the road. Men began to pile out of it and Lorelei bounced up and grabbed the low branch of a nearby tree.

She felt a hand on her foot as she shot upward. She'd gotten away! Or had she?

“
Nets
!” the word reverberated in Renaud's mind.

“
Nets
!” War heard.

Lorelei concentrated on getting away. She saw herself flipping over the edge of a net and swinging to safety. She forced herself to think of nothing but following her mental image out of the trap unfolding around her.

At the last second, she surged through the closing mouth of the net her would-be captors shot at her. She knew it wouldn't be the last one but she was still free.

“Lorelei!
Chéri!"
she heard in her mind.

It couldn't be—could it?

“Warrick?” her mind asked as her body flipped through the trees trying to stay safe.

“Yes,
ma petit amour,
I'm here."

“Warrick, I love you, Warrick.” Her mind told him.

“Tell me in person,
petit,
” she heard. “Lorelei?"

“Yes, Warrick?"

“Lorelei, if you let another man put his hands on you, I will spank your bare little bottom."

“Warrick? Are you serious?"

“
Oui chéri
, I am completely serious,” he told her. “You think about your little naked bottom stretched across my lap and me spanking you with my open hand."

He waited a minute. She was very grateful that Renaud couldn't hear their mental conversation.

“If you let any other man near you,
mon amour douce
, I will pull your panties down and spank your naked bottom until you cannot possibly sit."

“Warrick,” he heard her mind breathe, “I don't want you to do that. I don't want you to hurt me."

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There she was, standing high up in a tree surrounded by the men who'd been chasing her. The nets kept flying, but they couldn't reach her.

He barked and growled to Renaud who saw her poised so high above the ground.

“Oncle, she is very agile and nimble, but if she gets hurt..."

“Don't think of that, boy!” he growled. “Start taking them down. Don't kill if you don't have to. Just remember that our entire pack dies if she does. I can't live without her, and you won't."

The two werewolves separated and each rounded the tree from a different direction. Both animals attacked at the same time that all hell broke loose.

War knew he'd killed the man whose throat was between his teeth. When the missile from the rocket launcher had hit the tree that Lorelei was standing in, he had just reacted. There was a dead man next to Renaud, too.

Renaud, like War, was looking up at the top of the tree. Seemingly in slow motion, the upper half of the tree swept down, away from the two werewolves and their enemies.

Caught in its falling branches, Lorelei fell with the tree. She could be seen crawling up through the branches as the tree crashed to earth. Time accelerated again as a light in War's mind seemed to wink out.

“NO!” screamed Renaud running toward his sister, transforming as he went. The tree bounced up again and down, falling on top of Renaud. Undaunted, he continued toward his sister.

From behind him, a net shot forward, and he was caught. Renaud ripped through the net, struggling to get to Lorelei. He closed his hand over hers and fell, impaling himself on a broken tree branch.

War grabbed the man with the net by the neck and flung him away. He heard the man scream and then a
thunk
sound, and the screaming stopped.

War transformed and made his way through the tree branches toward his nephew and his mate. The place in his brain where he'd heard Renaud now sounded like a low hum. Nothing came from Lorelei. He was inconsolable.

As he neared his family, War saw a man bending over them. He didn't try to control the beast within him as he reached for the next man he would kill. His teeth were elongated and his claws extending. He was in half-human, half-were form and his pain knew no bounds.

“NO!” the man screamed, but War ignored him. “Look at me!” he screamed at War.

A flash of green light hit War between the eyes and burned his chest where the medallion hung. War dropped the man. He wrapped his hand around the amulet meaning to rip it off and fling it away. The shorter man reached up and put his hand over War's.

“No,” he said again. “I can save them. I can.” He spoke with a heavy accent.

War felt himself begin to change back into a man. He looked at the foreigner as the man turned back to Lorelei and Renaud. This foreign man looked back at him with Lorelei's eyes. The shape of his solid chin and strong forehead reminded him of Renaud's.

“Come! Help me!” he ordered War. He began pulling packets of supplies from his clothes.

Still naked, War stepped forward and pulled Renaud from the branch. He laid the young man in a clear spot of ground next to Lorelei. He wanted to howl in pain as he gazed upon their broken bodies.

The golden man who had Lorelei's eyes and Renaud's chin was oblivious to War's pain and all the activity going on around him. War refused to move away from the man even as he donned the clothes that Fitz brought him.

All around them, a team of soldiers from Fort Rucker was busy securing the area while War's old unit helped.

War was desolate. He didn't know how this man thought he could save Lorelei and Renaud. Had it been twenty-two minutes? He was sure it had. He couldn't bring himself to move or to think.

When a medic joined the golden man and began following his orders, War still didn't move. He didn't respond to the officer that walked up and began to speak to him.

Was that another hum?

His medallion began to glow. He felt and heard two vibrations.

Two
!

He moved a step closer to the man bending over his family. The medallion at that man's neck began to glow green. He grinned at War.

“They live,” he said, clutching his amulet. “They live!"

Chapter 28

Hours later, an exhausted but elated Dekon Warrick Martine sat in a closed wing of Lyster Army Hospital at Fort Rucker, Alabama. It had been decided that Renaud and Lorelei should be transported there so that fewer questions would be asked while they recovered.

They'd been saved and stabilized on the scene by War's new best friend, Havel Rychtar. Now, while both men sat drinking coffee within touching distance of the brother and sister, Havel told War his story.

Havel Rychtar was Ivan's younger brother. He'd been known as Havel Cermak all of his life. That had been his mother's husband's name.

Ivan and Havel's father had been given a last request before “The State” ended his life. That request had been to spend a few hours with Ivan's mother. Nobody knew they'd made it a conjugal visit.

All his life, Havel's mother had told him about his brother and how it must be secret. Havel had met Ivan during a school trip to the ballet one year. Ivan met with all the children who wanted to speak to him.

Ivan had known who Havel was instantly and had given him his talisman then. But first he'd given him a nasty paper cut.

The brothers managed to keep in touch after Ivan's escape from their country. He'd managed to smuggle information about the children but could only send Lorelei's blood.

Havel studied and became a doctor and a scientist. He was determined to help his brother and his brother's children. Because of this, he'd managed to insinuate himself into the research facility that sought to capture Lorelei and Renaud. It had been his voice that Lorelei had heard thinking it was her papa warning her.

Havel found a sweet irony in the fact that all of Ivan's glorious genes had been right under their noses for decades.

Epilogue

War gently placed his little wife in the center of their large bed. Carefully, he eased himself down beside her and pulled her into his arms. Six months had passed since the day she had “died” and been saved by her uncle. They had been married this very morning.

“I won't break, Warrick. You don't have to be so careful.” Lorelei told her new husband.

“
Chéri
, do you remember the first time I met you?” he asked her gently. He reached down to ease her shoes from her feet.

“Of course!” she squealed, turning bright pink. “I could never forget that!"

“I thought then that you were so delicate that you couldn't possibly move from room to room without breaking.” He began unzipping her dress and kissing her neck as he spoke.

“Warrick,” she said breathlessly. This man stole her breath, her mental faculties, he took everything from her when he was near.

“Warrick, you know better now, don't you?” she breathed. He was lowering the bodice of her dress.

“Since then,
chéri,
I tried to pretend you were not breakable and so I have caused you injury time and again,” he told her, licking between her breasts.

He pulled the full-skirted dress from under her hips. She lay before him in a delicate antique-white satin and lace teddy that had him groaning on his knees in front of her.

“Oh, Warrick,” she wailed, “I would be terribly unhappy if you didn't think you could be yourself when we're together like this.” She was so upset she thought she might cry.

War pulled her to his chest. Understanding had dawned on his handsome face.

He began to chuckle at her. She gave him her best Darkwing Duck glare.

“
Chéri
, don't worry. I am most eager to show you all the ways there are to make love. You will feel every bit of my passion.” He kissed her lingeringly. “I wanna save your body for taking my seed and having my pups. You're gonna need to rest up in between! Just allow me to spoil you and pamper you the rest of the time, hmmmm?” He gave her a devilish grin.

“You're not going to give me a hard time about having kids?” she asked him suspiciously.

“How soon would you like to have kids,
chéri
?” he asked, licking her shoulder.

“Soon, Warrick. I have a weak...” she gasped. He was teasing the thighs of her teddy. “I have a weak spot for kids."

With evil intent, he lowered the straps on her teddy. She reached for the waist of his tuxedo pants.

When she leaned up, he grabbed the bra of the teddy between his teeth and, with a snap of his head, it ripped off of her.

He pulled his dress shirt in two, taking it off and kicked out of his pants. His boxers went the way of his shirt, and he fell ravening upon her.

He sucked one of her breasts into his mouth and rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled back to nip and nibble at that breast and then its mate. Back and forth he transferred his attentions all the while his free hand trailed down her body.

Soon he placed her hands on her breasts and squeezed.

“Don't stop,
chéri,
” he ordered.

He kissed his way down her body and lifted her bottom in his hands. He began suckling upon her little nub and then plunged his tongue into her slit. One of his hands slid toward the cleft in her bottom, allowing a finger to tease the tiny puckered opening of her backside.

Lorelei screamed as her climax hit her all at once. “Warrick!
Oh,
Warrick!” she cried out.

“Right here, sugar baby,” he rumbled, rising over her and sliding his cock into her still clenching pussy.

She was on sensual overload now and she wrapped herself around him. “More, Warrick! Harder, MORE!” she shouted. He plunged.

“Mine!” he growled. Then he pulled back and stopped. She gasped.

“Warrick!” she cried on a moan.

“Mine,” he repeated.

She slapped his haunch. “Warrick!” she growled back as best she could.

“Mine,” he growled yet again, eyes glowing blue.

“Yes, Warrick. Always, only yours,” she breathed.

He licked her from her jaw to her belly button. Then he pulled out, flipped her over and mounted her from behind. Weaving his fingers through hers, he closed his teeth over the bite marks he'd made more than half a year before.

He plunged into her from behind and stopped. Both Mr. and Mrs. Martine groaned long and loud. He began to move—slowly at first and then driving into her.

His hips began thrusting harder and faster until she was screaming his name.

“YES, WARRICK! WARRICK, YES!” she cried out as her body tightened around his still plunging cock.

He thrust deeply once more and than once again after that.

“MINE! LORELEI, MINE,” he roared, collapsing on top of her.

After several minutes, he rolled to his side, gathering her against him. He licked her shoulder for a minute and then he turned her to face him. He lowered his head and licked between her breasts.

Propping himself on one elbow, he looked down at her.

“The day I met you I was in such a foul mood,” he grinned at her. “Today, because of a milkshake and a fender bender...” he licked her left breast, “...I am the happiest husband...” he licked her right breast, “...and soon to be daddy...” he leaned down and kissed her mouth “...in the whole world."

He took her mouth in a lingering, devastating kiss. “Guess what my weak spot is?"

The End

About the Author:

J.J. Massa began writing when the computer school where she taught began struggling to find students. What seemed like an unhappy event became another blessing in disguise. She especially loves meeting deadlines in her Corona Light nightshirt and cow slippers.

Currently a Jersey Shore resident, J.J. lives with her patient husband, long-suffering teenage daughter, and very curious stepchildren. Her favorite writing partner is her yellow lab, although the visiting cats try to help her with the occasional plot twist. While she's lived all over the world and met a million people, the most unpredictable are the ones that show up in her books. Her favorite part about writing is finding out about these people and seeing what they decide to do.

She loves reading and writing paranormal stories because of the endless possibilities they present. Most of her books include suspense because she believes that every romance includes a conflict to be resolved. That's what keeps life interesting.