Berserker's Rage (17 page)

“Love you so damn much. Don’t ever leave me, Felicity.” He sealed their mouths together, while reaching down to line his cock up with her opening. He had to work slowly to get inside her, carefully thrusting in small increments. Over and over he pushed inside, gaining an inch at a time until his balls rested against her ass. Finally he was seated fully in her.

She relaxed, giving him all that she was. He had always been careful, but was even more so with the woman who meant more than his own life. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“I think you’re just inordinately large,” she gasped.

Her skin flushed and then she wiggled her ass a little.

Gripping her hips, he retreated and started again. “Trust me, I’m perfect for you. You can handle me.”

“Yes.” She moaned.

“If I hurt you, you tell me. Promise.”

Tension wracked him while he waited for her to agree.

“I’m fine, Hal. We’ve done this before.”

It wouldn’t matter if they’d done it a million times. Her comfort and safety meant more to him than his own pleasure.

“If you don’t move, and fuck me like I want, like I know you want, I’ll go pull out Bob and have him take care of me.”

She was so beautiful spitting fire at him. “I’ll throw BOB out the window.”

“That might scare the people down below since I live in the penthouse.”

Her laughter had him pulsing inside her. He was so close to the edge, but he held off because he was not leaving her behind, nor was he going to hurt her. Not mentally or physically if he could help it.

Putting a little space between their bodies, he rubbed her clit. Her face went from laughing to serious in a blink.

A sweet little gasp tore from her throat as she climbed the peak to pleasure.

He slid deep, and pulled out, moving in a slow drag over her.

She raised her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Faster, Hal. I need you…”

Her hands curled into the bedding as he increased the pace, fucking her like she needed. Hard and rough. His hips rocked back, slamming forward, driving deep each time.

Felicity met his rhythm, keeping pace with him. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breasts bouncing with each forceful movement of their bodies.

The pleasure raced across his skin as he thrust in and out, hitting her sweet spot with every driving thrust over and over again. When she shouted his name and her pussy clamped down on him, he gave up, surging into her over and over, and pumped his semen deep into her womb.

Just the thought they would be making love for the rest of their lives had him peppering her with kisses. He shuddered against her, holding his weight up by sheer force.

“You will always be safe with me. Above anything and anyone, you will always come first.”

She pushed his hair back. “You’ll always come first with me too. Well until little baby Hals come along.”

“Do you want babies soon?” He wasn’t sure if he was scared or not.

Her eyes were laughing at him. “Not for a few years.”

He sighed. “I should totally spank your ass, little girl.” Running his palm up and down her soft skin, he knew it was an empty threat. Her shiver let him know she might enjoy a little playing around.

It amazed him the things he was learning about his woman.

After she’d been rescued again, it took Felicity a couple days before she could face her mother. Felicity wasn’t sure if her father was aware of the atrocities that had gone on in the underground compound, or if her mom had hidden the truth from him. Once Hal made her call, the words tumbled from her mother, with her dad clearly beside her. Every few minutes her father would murmur something too soft for her to hear, but it gave her mom the strength to continue. They’d offered to do a blood test to see if Rand was her biological father, to which Felicity adamantly denied. In her mind and heart Rand Evans was her father. Blood did not make a man a dad. When she’d told them both that, even thru the phone, she’d heard the relief on both her parent’s voices. They’d ended the call with many tears, and promises to see each other soon.

“Why are you so nervous?” Felicity asked, laughing as Hal fidgeted in his big truck.

Her guy’s fingers tightened on the leather steering wheel. He’d had his truck shipped to LA, and they were in the process of looking for a home. They’d told her parents they were engaged, but hadn’t been out to visit them in the last couple weeks, not since they’d bought the rings.

“We told them we were engaged, but you tricked me into that quickie.”

She chuckled. “I didn’t hear you complaining about the
quickie
this morning, Mr. Aldridge.”

Hal took his eyes off the road, a wicked grin on his face. “Now that I would never complain about,
ma petite.
However, you know what I’m referring to.” He expertly turned into the gated community where her parents lived.

“I wanted to avoid the big show. I’m hoping if we show up and be like
tada
, my mom will scale it back.”

His blue eyes were disbelieving as they stared at her. “Are you sure you weren’t worried you’d change your mind?”

She felt shocked by his question, unable to believe he’d think such a thing, yet unwilling to let him think for one second she doubted her love for him. “Absolutely not. Hal, I may be young, but there is not one piece of me that doesn’t love you.”

Simple and to the point.

He reached across the console and took her hand in his. The large diamond surrounded by more diamonds sparkled. “Thank fuck, baby. There’s no way I could let you go without a fight.”

His tone had a crack in it as if he was fighting his emotions. “You would’ve had a hard time letting me go when I was attached to your leg.”

They stopped outside her parent’s home. He reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt, tugging her over the center and into his lap. His strength still amazed her, even knowing about supernatural beings and the fact he had the ability of the berserker inside him didn’t scare her.

When they’d finally settled down at her penthouse, and he’d explained about his heritage, she realized he was a real life Viking. He’d gone on to explain his entire team was made up of beings that were not quite human. Felicity was glad he’d trusted her with his secrets and those of his friends. She still shivered at what Brax could do, and worried for her new friend Myra.

“I love you, Hal.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close for a kiss.

“Not as much as I love you, wife.” His words were a benediction. They were everything to each other. He stroked his hand down her back. The halter dress giving him access to her skin, making her shiver and wish they weren’t within feet of her parents.

He took over the kiss, fusing their lips, tangling his hands in her hair, turning the sweet kiss into a passionate one. The man made her melt, and made wearing panties almost redundant.

She’d never get enough of him.

Hal gave a slight tug on her hair. “I think your parents are watching.”

She gasped. “Oh, my, god. They’ll think I’m a right hussy.”

A little smile curled his gorgeous lips. “You’re my hussy.”

Slapping his chest, she wiggled trying to get back to her side of the truck. “You were supposed to deny, not agree.”

He tugged her back down, then opened his door. “Baby, if you don’t quit all that wiggling on my lap we won’t be able to get out of this pickup.” He thrust his hips, proving what he meant. “And besides, you and I both know the only hussy in this vehicle is me.” His mouth took hers in a possessive kiss that silenced anything else she would have said, proving his point, or at least making her forget what she had been thinking.

* * * *

“I’m glad you two could make it out to see us,” Rand said, his voice teased.

Hal felt his face flush. “Thank you for having us. It took a little time getting my truck and transfer settled.” He was officially transferring to the LA Fire Department as a temp. His family had money, and he’d invested wisely over the years, but he couldn’t imagine not working.

“We sure are glad you decided to move out here. The thought of our baby moving away didn’t set well with either of us.” Rand eyed him with respect.

“I love your daughter. She would be happier near you both.” This was his life now. Explaining to the in-laws what his plans were. He could do it for Felicity.

The women came out the patio doors, his wife’s beautiful eyes shining brightly. They’d agreed to wait until lunch was served before they broke the news. Hal wasn’t sure any time would be the perfect time.

A grin spread across Rand’s face. “You look wonderful, sweetheart. Hal must be taking good care of you.”

That damn flush was back again. Hal was sure he was too old to blush, but in the span of five minutes the older man had him blushing like a school kid. Yeah, he was going to kick Brax in the nuts for not coming with them when they’d asked. He could have used a little back up at a time like this. Though he’d never say it out loud, he was a little scared of facing her parents, and having them say he wasn’t good enough for their little girl.

He was saved from further embarrassment when Felicia finally noticed the ring on her daughter’s finger and the one on his. Her head went back and forth between them. Shit, he hadn’t thought of taking his ring off. He’d made a vow the day he and Felicity said they’d love each other till the day they died. If he could fuse the ring on his finger he would. Taking it off, even for a half hour hadn’t occurred to him, or Felicity.

“What is going on Fliss?”

His wife grinned. The world was so much brighter for having her in it. “Mom, dad, I know you will probably be mad, but we eloped.”

Rand shook his head. “That’s my little girl.”

“What?” Felicia asked with shock.

“Please, just listen mom.” Felicity explained to her parents why they’d eloped. After a few heated moments, they’d come to a compromise. Hal was fine with a large reception and he could see his wife really wanted to make her parents happy. Her father requested he get to walk her into the reception, and their vows be blessed. Again, Hal was willing to do anything to make the Evans and his wife happy. The saying ‘happy wife, happy life’ was one his father had said so many times, it was ingrained on his brain.

Her mother had kept Felicity out of the spotlight when she was growing up, not because she wasn’t proud of her daughter, or ashamed of how Felicity had looked, but because she had feared John would have seen. Although she didn’t resemble him, there was always a worry he would, in the back of Felicia’s mind that kept her from allowing Felicity to be in any magazines. To this day they weren’t sure who the biological father was as she’d delivered within eight and a half months after meeting Rand. Hal told Felicity he didn’t care either way as long as she was happy. He was deliriously happy and swore he’d do everything to make sure his wife was, too.

They left her parents shortly after eating, making a few phone calls as they went.

“Yo, Kea. I’m gonna need a best man. Well, actually, I’m already married but I’d really love it if you and Cammie could come down for Felicity and my reception. You could even bring the little one by then.”

“What the hell, man. When did you go off and get hitched, and why wasn’t I invited?” Keanu asked.

Hal explained about their impromptu wedding in Vegas.

Keanu whistled through his teeth. “Damn, Cammie would’ve kicked my ass, but your girl clearly has her own ideas. We will definitely be there for your reception, unless of course our little one is being stubborn.”

Hal would make sure they worked around the birth of Keanu’s child. His best friend would have to be at his reception, along with his wife Cammie, or he felt like he’d be missing part of his family.

Next he called Brax, getting his voicemail. “Brax, I need you to give me a call ASAP. I don’t want you to hear through the grapevine, so I’ll tell you now.” After giving a brief outline of him and Felicity’s nuptials, he hung up with a sigh.

“Okay, I’ve called a few of my friends. I really want to invite Myra. Do you know how to get ahold of her?”

The glow on her face when she looked at him made him feel like he hung the moon. It was because of him that she lit up like that. She was gorgeous and she trusted him, and he wouldn’t do anything to lose her trust.

They pulled into her parking garage. “Brax will know. Don’t worry about it. You just make the plans for how you want it to look and tell me what to do. I’ll do my best to locate Myra.” He’d move heaven and earth to locate the woman for Felicity.

Myra shivered from the cold. Having been born in the constant temperature of seventy degrees with no variation, then thrust into the balmy heat of California, she wasn’t sure what to make of Missouri in October.

There was a huge difference from where she’d come from and from where she was, not just in the weather, but in her surroundings. Lake of the Ozarks was absolutely one of the most stunning places she had ever seen. When she’d decided to leave her mom and grandmother and the other women who were rescued, she had taken a dart and tossed it into the map on the wall. They’d gone from one commune to another. Only in the underground world they weren’t looked at with pity, or as insects under a microscope. She couldn’t stand the pitying looks from the people she encountered, the knowing looks from many of the men, as if they knew what they had been trained to do.

They didn’t know anything.

She had a birth certificate and a social security card, and luckily for her, her grandmother had been smart enough to sneak money away from before she’d come down. Her grandmother’s family was very wealthy and she’d given Myra enough to get away. The small cellphone in her purse didn’t make much sense, its technology completely foreign to her. She felt dumb in the up-world. Wiping tears, she stepped off the bus, hefting her backpack.

Each night she texted them, but she missed their voices. Once she reached her destination she’d give them a call.

“Excuse me, do you need help?”