Dead Force Rising (8 page)

Moving back to join her, John pushed
two fingers into her pussy, fucking them in and out of her quickly. Burying
both to the last knuckle and holding them there, John smiled as she attempted
to rock her hips into him. He loved the wild look in her eyes, seeing her
flushed and needy for him.

“I want to see you take me in your
mouth, to feel you suck me,” he told her as he pulled his fingers free and
watched her slide to the floor between his knees.
 
His heart pounded hard in his chest.

Thorn reached out and gripped his
massive cock, circling the base with both hands as she ran her tongue along the
edge of the purple head. Opening her mouth, she slowly took the organ inside,
scraping across the tender flesh with her teeth as she took it part way. With a
feral growl, he grabbed her head and pushed his massive cock deep until the
bulging head bumped against the back of her throat. With his hand wrapped
tightly in her long hair, he fucked himself in and out of her wet mouth until
she was certain he would cum at any moment. Suddenly he joined her on the
floor, pushing her on all fours and positioning his cock at the opening of her hot
cunt. With one strong thrust, he pushed into her.
Her muscles
tightening around his cock, gripping him tightly.
Withdrawing so that
only the head remained inside her, he thrust harder, this time seating his
entire length. With a howl of pure delight, he began to fuck in and out of her
tight cunt, grunting loudly with every forceful thrust.

Loud, breathless moans filled the air
and it took a minute or two for Thorn to realize that they were coming from her
own lips. “Oh, I’m going to cum!” she cried out as he increased both the speed
and force of his thrust, his fingers biting hard into the soft flesh of her
hips. Screaming his name, Thorn exploded, her hot cream coating his cock as he
continued to pound into her.

A second orgasm came on the heels of
the first as John pulled her upper body up so both his hands rested on the bed.
With a deep growl he bit into her shoulder, his cock convulsing with its own
release. The feel of his mouth and teeth on her flesh did nothing to lessen the
intensity of the orgasm that left her screaming his name. Crumbling against him,
Thorn tried to catch her breath as John stroked his slick fingers up and down
her abdomen, his cock beginning to grow hard inside her once again.

“Mmmm, I love seeing you like that,
with aftershocks raking your body after we’ve made love.” He growled against
the side of her neck as he spoke. “I know it seems premature and rushed, but
say your mine Thorn, only mine.”

She didn't know how to answer the
request. There was so much that lay between them. Hell, she hardly knew him.
Still she wanted to say it, to scream it to the heavens. Instead, she sealed it
with a kiss.

“I’ve bitten you,” he told her as she
felt him wipe at the trail of a stray droplet.

The idea she’d been bitten should
have frightened her but instead she felt only mild curiosity. “Will I be like
you?” She wondered aloud as he continued to trace the red streak his bite
caused across her shoulder.

“No,” John assured her. “It must be
death causing, not a result of an overzealous lover. I didn't hurt you, did I?”

“Not at all,” she told him before
again pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’d better get you dressed and back
to the Nest if I expect to get any work done tonight.
Otherwise
 
I'll
make it my mission to see you
never walk right again,” John told her as he pressed soft kisses to her neck
and shoulders.

“That or the guards will hear me
screaming and run in with guns drawn,” Thorn added with a chuckle.

“That would definitely be the
highlight of their evening,” John added as they both stood up and began the search
for their forgotten clothes.

CHAPTER EIGHT

John pulled on his fatigue pants and shirt
then turned to watch as Thorn slipped a gray tee shirt over her head and stood
there grinning at him in only the shirt and a pair of black lace panties. The
sight of her made him want her all over again. His beast called for him to do
so repeatedly until they both were sated, a notion he would've readily
entertained if there were not two Thorndiers waiting for them outside.

A glimmer of something caught John’s
attention only a moment before the loud crash of glass breaking away from the
window and showering sharp slivers of glass across the room hit him. Thorn
screamed as Keith Boyd burst through the opening, grabbing her roughly by the
hair and roaring in anger. The sound of her fear echoed through John, calling
to primal beast dwelling inside of him, making the man in him fight to maintain
control.
This
 
wasn't
the time to rush in unthinking.

Boyd was still dressed in his medic
uniform though shredded in the front and soiled heavily with mud and blood,
both old and new. There was also the thick smell of death, which filled the air
each time the creature bellowed.

“My Master calls for you, Thorn,”
Keith seethed through blood-tainted fangs. “My Master calls for you to join
us.”

“Let me go Keith, please,” Thorn
begged, her words making John's battle for self-control more difficult.

“My Master has ordered I bring you to
him. I must do what the Master wishes or he won’t stop the pain.” The beast
who’d once been her partner sniveled in a childish tone.

“Who is this Master you serve?” John
asked as he felt his resistance begin to slip away with each moment the
creature held her.

“My Master knows you, Rose. He knows
you well.”

The creature began to back toward the
window as it spoke its cryptic response. John knew for certain he couldn't
allow it to leave this room with Thorn. Not if she was to survive. The problem
was how to stop him without risking injury to her. Perhaps his best ally in
that was what moved right beneath his surface. Perhaps it was time to unchain
his beast.

As Keith pulled a struggling Thorn
another step back toward the only means for him to escape with his hostage,
John took a slow, deliberate breath and allowed the suppressed rage and anger
to bubble forward carrying the darkness to the surface. Instantly his muscles
rippled,
their size multiplying until he could hear the
stitching of his shirt begin to give way. His
canine’s
sprang forward in his mouth, puncturing his lower lip as they did so. John felt
as though his entire body was on fire, combusting from inside as the beast
lifted its head and bellowed an ear-splitting howl.

****

Thorn trembled. This couldn't be
happening again. She struggled to get free of Keith’s steel like grasp. She
watched the man she’d just make love to morph into something twice the size and
twice as scary
than
the thing which held her. Keith
resembled the vampire who’d attacked him while John was something all together
different. Not vampire, not werewolf, not undead, but a fucked up mix of all
three with some things she couldn't even identify thrown in for balance. John’s
beast stalked forward, clawed hands raised up at its sides, as one would see in
a cheap b rated monster movie from the seventies. Drool dripped from his fangs
as he stared at Thorn with the same amber colored eyes she remembered. That's
how she knew John was still there. The two creatures roared and hissed at one
another, a threat of death shining in both sets of eyes with her caught
directly in the middle.

Thorn felt the cold wind whip through
the hole where her bedroom window once sat just as John leapt forward, causing
all three of them to tumble out the opening. It was a slow motion free fall
which had her flailing her arms and legs as the two man-beasts clawed and bit
at one another.

The ground came up on her with hard
vengeance as her body struck the frozen soil a few feet from the pair of beasts.
Thorn felt unable to move as her head spun. Finally able to turn over to her
stomach, she watched through blurry eyes as John and Keith rolled across the snowy
yard. It was obvious Keith was over matched, but Thorn still feared for John.
Pushing up to her hands and knees, she moaned, sharp pain shooting
 
down her arm which looked cockeyed, sending
her back to the ground, face planted in the icy snow as the pain increased and
darkness claimed her.

“Thorn, Sweetie,
are
you alright?” John's disembodied voice called from somewhere far away.

She was so cold and tired, so very
tired. Thorn wanted to just stay in this numb, dark world and sleep away all
the drama, if only she could get warm.

“Come on, Thorn, stay with me,”
John’s voice begged.

“Cold,” she whispered, her throat
feeling raw for the effort.

“
It’s
ok
baby, we’ll be in the Nest soon,” he promised in a voice which faded away into
silence.

****

John paced across the corridor floor
in front of the medical lab door, waiting for the doctor to come out. The rest
of his team watched in silence, ready to give him whatever support he might
need. Covered in mud and Keith’s blood, he continued to wear a path into the
tile, anxiety making him irritable with not only those around him but himself
as well. He should have heard Keith, sensed him nearby before this all could
happen. Thorn was lying on that cot because he’d failed her.

“So what happened? Things were quiet
here then all hell broke loose. I thought you were just going to collect her
things. Next thing we know we got two dead guards and your woman in the med lab,”
Bell asked as he rubbed a hand through his red brown hair.

“Boyd crashed the party and the three
of us took a dive out a second story window. John told them, stopping his
constant pacing to lean against the wall as he spoke.

“Why did he show up there? Did Boyd
have a thing with her?” Beamer asked then stepped behind Hark when the cutting
glare of John’s eyes reached him.

He couldn't really be angry with the
man for asking the question. It was a possibility he himself hadn’t thought to
ask her about. That and there was still the cryptic message Boyd kept
repeating.

“He kept saying his Master wanted her,”
John informed them as he rubbed some of the tension from his temples.

“That doesn’t make sense. Didn’t you
kill the creature that made him?” Hark asked.

“Yes, he’s in the specimen lab down
the hall,” John confirmed.

“Well maybe these weren’t random
then,” Bell suggested as he leaned on the wall opposite his team leader. “Maybe
she was the target of the first attack as well.”

“Damn, why didn’t I think of
that.
I was standing so close to it I should have known,”
John said, knocking the back of his head against the wall at his own ignorance.

“Told you bringing her here was a bad
idea, she’s a distraction,” Beamer complained then shut up and crawled back
into himself as three sets of glaring eyes met him.

“Bell, you go see what Intel you can
dig up on Thorn Grant, that ambulance company she worked for and this Boyd
character. Maybe we can find a connection to one of our known bad asses that we
overlooked,” John ordered as he straightened back up and began to pace once
again.

There had to be a connection between
Thorn and the increased number of incidents in the area, something no one
picked up on. Who the hell was the Master Boyd went on about? Perhaps Thorn was
the target of all this because the General chose her to follow John around the
city?

The automatic lab doors slid open
with their usual buzzing sound and Dr. Hough stepped out, bringing any further
movement on John’s part to a halt.

“How is she?” he asked anxiously
while attempting to steal a quick glimpse into the room before the doors slid
shut once again.

“Pretty banged up but alright. She
had some internal bleeding but we got it stopped and I put some antibiotic on
the bite mark in her shoulder, which was the worst of her injuries. I cast the
broken arm
and
 
gave
her a sedative so she will most likely sleep for a few hours.”

John started to explain the
bite
 
wasn't
from the
attack but thought better of it. If they discovered he’d been the one to
inflict it, they may ban him from ever seeing her again or make her leave and
that was
something he
nor his beast would accept. Now
that they’d found her, neither intended to ever let her go.

“I’m going to have her moved to her
own room where she can rest more comfortably,” the doctor told him as he turned
to re-enter the lab.

“No need, just have her taken to
mine. I plan on making certain she is kept safe,” John informed him before the
doors closed and he himself headed for the command center. There were some issues
he needed to cleanup before Thorn woke up.

****

Thorn awoke beneath the soft feel of
a blanket, warm and safe. She laid there absorbing the comfort of being
blissfully numb. Her arm felt heavy and she opened her eyes slowly to see what
held it. The ugly white cast covered her from her elbow, looping around the
palm of her hand. Well that explained that, she thought to herself with a sigh.
It also left her wondering what all would hurt when the lack of sensation wore
off. She’d hit the ground pretty hard and it was surprising for her arm to be
the only thing in a cast.