Berserker's Rage (16 page)

She looked puzzled. “I was born down here. My mother came down with her mother and my grandfather. They thought they were making a better life for their family.” There was censure in her words.

Keanu stopped him from saying anything else. “I can smell the scent of gas kiddos. We need to get the hell out of dodge, and quickly.”

“Slater has gathered a group of women who are more than willing to leave this hell hole. I’m to tell Myra that her mother and grandmother are amongst them.”

Brax breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the beauty’s shoulders relaxing. He pushed forward, needing to be the one to take her out. The fact she hadn’t raised a brow at the naked men in front of her let him know she was no stranger to men, but he would worry about what she’d been through later. He hauled her to his side with a gentleness that was ingrained deep in his soul.

His hand moved up and down in a soothing pattern on her arm, making her shiver. “We will get you and your family out of here. You’re safe with us. This I swear to you, Sugar.”

There was a sound of running feet and then he saw Slater followed by several women. “Let’s go, let’s go, people. Times a ticking. Pick up a woman and run.” Slater passed them carrying an older version of Myra.

Brax bent to pick up the woman next to him, but she pointed at another woman. “Please, I can run just fine. Carry her.”

His attention landed on a woman who looked to be around seventy or eighty. “Fuck.” Brax hated to release Myra. “You stay by my side. Got me?”

She nodded, running beside him through the winding halls back the way they came. When they neared the lift to go back up, it was surrounded by guards.

“Shit, there’s too many for me to convince them all to drop their weapons. I’ll do what I can.”

“You are able to manipulate minds?” Brax gazed at the woman in his arms. He could easily read the concern in her face.

“Yes, ma’am.” Not taking the time to explain further, he set her down in case he’d need his arms free, selecting the men with the deadliest looking machine guns first. He couldn’t be sure, but they looked like they were holding AK-47s. The Prophet obviously wasn’t all about love and goodness.

Slater and the other shifters moved faster than he could track, flying across the space, shifting in mid-air and taking down several men before any of them could fire their weapons. One of the men had his finger on the trigger of his gun, sending a spate of bullets ricocheting off the walls, and into a few of his own buddies, who all fell dead.

Four men were left on their feet, two of whom looked back and forth between the dead bodies and the men who weren’t holding their guns up ready to fire. More rapid fire bullets started to fly, and the shifters were in motion again, coming at the men from behind as complete chaos erupted, and then all was quiet.

Hal and Keanu had made sure all the women were protected behind them and the concrete walls. Brax looked back and saw everyone was accounted for, but he’d taken a shot to the leg. Blood was running down his thigh, but he forced the pain to the back of his mind.

Stepping back, he picked up his burden, indicating all was clear.

* * * *

Hal knew Felicity wanted to call her parents, but all he could think about was making love to his woman. After they’d gotten out of the compound an explosion had rocked the foundation. They’d only been able to get fourteen women and eleven children out before the Prophet had set his Plan C.

“How are your parents doing,
ma petite?”

“Dad is the strongest man, next to you, that I know. I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”

He didn’t agree. If there was a lucky person in the room, it was him. “No, I am lucky. So damn lucky to have you. I almost lost you, again. I swear I’m going to tag your ass with a GPS locator, woman.” He rubbed soft, round butt cheeks.

She tugged her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “Hmm, that sounds kinky.” Moving forward, her lips a breath away from his, she brushed them over his.

Her hands fanned out over his chest.

They were lying on her big bed, wearing way too many clothes.

“I’m going to take the lead this time, and you, big guy, are going to just lay there and take it.” She quirked at eyebrow.

Hal inclined his head and Felicity took that as her approval. She straddled his hips, clad in a pair of yoga capris and a tank top. He swore his heart was pounding so hard she had to be able to hear it.

Her fingers grabbed the end of his T-shirt and tugged it up. With each bit of his flesh she exposed, Felicity would bend down and kiss, making blood race to his already engorged cock.

“Let me take your top off, too.” That plump lip disappeared between her teeth, but she nodded. He reached up and tugged the tank up and over her head. The action made her fall forward, her breasts brushing against him. Her hard little nipples became even tighter. God, but he loved her breasts. He wanted to taste her, to suck on her breasts while she rode them both to orgasm.

“Remember, I’m in charge this time.”

He shook his head to clear his mind. “What did I do?”

Even through the lust filled fog he could see the way she flushed. “I saw what you were thinking.”

The way his dick was throbbing between her thighs there was no way she could miss his intent. He flashed her a grin, then folded his arms behind his head, hoping he could keep them there. In truth he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last. His dick wanted to be inside her. He wanted to be inside her, but letting her have her way mattered more.

Her breasts lifted on a deep sigh. She was a bombshell in a small package. The tiny waist flowed into hips he could grip while he fucked her long and hard, or slow and sweet. His brain began to shut down as he imagined flipping their positions, his dick already hard, got harder, his balls were ready to explode at just the thought of being inside her. “Baby, please don’t torture me.”

She got up on her knees, shoving his boxer briefs down. His dick bobbed, leaking pre-come. Her eyes went straight to the slit on the tip. “I’m going to lick you like a lollipop.

There was a part of him that wanted to see her do just that, and another that screamed no. He almost jerked her forward. It would take him five seconds to strip the bottoms off her, another five to slide inside her tight wet heat. But he didn’t. “You know I don’t need you to do that.” Her jaws still couldn’t handle the type of things he wanted to do to her. His control was barely leashed.

Shoving her bottoms off and proudly straddling his body, Felicity gave him a wicked smile. “You know some of the women we rescued had special abilities, right?”

His brain was shutting down. “Yes.”

“Myra is a healer. I’m as good as new. Well, except that I have titanium for jaws, but I have no pain or anything. It’s as if years have passed or I don’t know, like I never had them broken. I mean I know they were…but, does that make sense.”

He did reach for her then, covering her lips, his mouth moving over hers. Their tongues dueled, plunging deep. “I love you, Felicity. Everything about you, I love.”

He rolled them, forgetting he said she could be in control, trailing kisses down her throat, his tongue made swirling forays around her collar bone, tasting every bit of skin he could.

Her back bowed, head falling back as he tongued first one nipple then the other. He cupped one ass cheek in each of his palms. His hands were so large they held her easily, molding and holding her up for him.

“You’re mine.” He bit out against her stomach.

“Yes, and you are mine.” She was his when his berserker had led him to that alley, maybe even before that. His nana had said their other halves were created just for them. Either way he would cherish her for the rest of his life. Her soul called to his, settled his other being. Making him complete.

“
Ma petite,
we will be together till death do us part, and far beyond, if you’ll have me.” He looked up to see how she’d taken his words. Green eyes sparkled. He smelled her arousal, a flush colored her skin.

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

He should have waited and asked over dinner and candles. “I want you to be my wife more than I want my next breath. I was going to pick out a ring, had even looked, but then I thought this was something you would be wearing every day for the rest of your life. You are too sweet to say if you didn’t like what I chose, so I thought we could pick one out together. If you say yes, that is.”

She tugged on his hair. “You could give me a ring out of a toy machine and I’d say yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you so much.”

Sure as shit his dick was nearly ready to split in two, he kissed her again, a sweet binding kiss. God, he loved her. He’d always be grateful that he’d found her in time.

“I’m going to make love to you now.” He bit her lower lip.

“No, you distracted me. I get to play first.” Oh, his woman wanted to be in charge.

Licking at her rosy nipples he bit down on one, and pinched the other. Shivering, she pushed at his shoulders.

Before he could do any more, her whispered plea had him releasing her breast with an audible pop. “Fuck, you know I’m liable to come in two seconds right?”

“Well, then you better have some stamina.”

Nothing mattered to him but keeping the smile on her face. He tucked his arms under her and rolled them.

He fell back on the high bed, the sounds of her squeal music to his ears. “Do with me what you will, my love.”

Every inch of her was glorious, and all his. She let him feel her wetness as she slid down his torso. God, he wanted to taste her, but he consoled himself he had the rest of their lives.

“You’re so damn gorgeous.” Inside and out she was the most beautiful thing to him.

“So are you.” She scratched her nails over his nipples.

His cock jerked, need riding him. His hands came out and gripped her hip, spanning her thighs. A slight movement and her ass bumped his cockhead.

“Oh, no, big guy. I’m tasting you this time.”

He stifled a groan. She was trying to torture him, but he gave her what she wanted. With a happy little sigh he let her go, one finger at a time, he released her hips.

She wasted no time scooting down and grabbing his dick at the base. Instead of sucking him inside, her tongue came out, starting at the slit and licking the pearly drop. She swirled back and forth, rolling around the tip like it was her favorite treat. Finally when he was sure he couldn’t stand it any longer, she sucked him inside, the pleasure so intense his spine tingled and his balls drew up.

“Felicity, I’m going to come. Baby, if you don’t stop…” She was slowly killing him with pleasure.

A lusty cry rumbled from her throat, traveling the length of his dick, and then she flattened her tongue, moving down further until he felt the back of her throat. That soft spongy part and he lost it. Fighting to control himself, he dragged air into his lungs, loving every second of it.

“I want to be in you.” He swore.

Her nails dug into his ass, sucking him further into the heat of her mouth, taking him to the edge and beyond. He gave up, his cock was too hard and ready to deny her what she wanted.

She swallowed around his cockhead. When Felicity decided to do something, she didn’t do it by half measures, she took him deep, taking all he had to give. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, pleasure rocked through him. Her small hands worked his flesh, cupping his shaft and balls, playing with him. Her tongue lapped at him, laving him with affection while Hal guided her up and down, trying not to force her to take too much.

Felicity moaned as his cock jerked and flooded her throat with his come. She allowed him to take over the rhythm, letting him fuck her mouth.

He shouted as he came, like he’d never come before in his life, a never ending stream that she drank down.

Finally, he sank back down onto the bed, limp, completely drained in the most pleasurable way a man could be. Well, he amended, the next best way. The best way would be inside Felicity’s body.

His woman sat back after licking him clean, a satisfied look on her face, and like a switch, he was getting hard again.

“Come here.” He tugged her down to him, covering her lips with his own.

A shudder went through her when he told her what to do. She tasted of him. One day he would have her sit on his face while she sucked his dick, then he’d kiss her and let their tastes mingle. He was never going to deny either of them what they wanted, and he wanted to get inside his future. His Felicity.

Her flavor was sweet and tangy, the thought had him salivating, and twisting to get her under him. He knelt between her legs, taking her ankles in his hands and moving them further apart. She didn’t fight him when he opened her legs up more, making a place for him to lie between. He covered her mound with one large palm, spreading her open, exposing her clit for him to see. Her labia was drenched with arousal, puffy and pink. He stroked it with his tongue, a slight stroke that made Felicity jump.

He ran his nose up and down her slit, loving the way she squirmed, the whimpers she made had him ready to go another round. His fingers of his other hand slid through her juices coating them before he pressed one into her pussy. He licked at her clit and pumped in and out at the same time, keeping her on the edge.

“Oh, god, Hal,” she moaned.

Her legs fell to the side, shaking.

Because he couldn’t wait to get inside her, he didn’t make her wait too long. He added a second finger along with the first, and latched onto her clit, sucking hard, rolling his tongue around the hard little nubbin.

Her body moved against his hand, his fingers drove deep and pulled back.

She whimpered, fucking herself on his fingers, her hips rotating with the rhythm he set.

Such a beautiful damn sight.

When he was certain she, and he, couldn’t take another second, he added a third finger, curling them up, searching for her sweet spot. Her tangy unique flavor flowed into his mouth.

Felicity’s scream filled his ears, her muscles clamped down on him.

He continued to lick her as she came, and then removed his fingers from her sweet pussy, waiting until her body stopped shaking, before he crawled up her body.