by Angela White
“Excellent.”
He studied her with oddly flickering eyes and Sam realized Angela had been right again, about the government sending their own kind.
“Why are you here?” Donner asked, reading the woman’s thoughts. She was scared and proud, but mostly tired and wanted to go home.
“To kill you.”
Donner chuckled even when he felt the genuine hate behind her words.
“Someone’s already been trying to do that.” He gestured at his bandages, glowing orbs peering through her mind, rifling drawers.
Samantha gave a sweet smile as she pictured pulling the trigger on him.
She laughed when Donner flinched. “Sorry, I missed. I am a rookie.”
Donner’s anger rushed out to drive Samantha backwards. She managed to keep from being hurt by landing on her side, but the pain of the blow drew tears to her eyes.
Samantha let them fall and stayed down. She’d been told not to push him in any way, that he was volatile right now, but she hadn’t been able to resist. As she lay there, she felt him ripping open doors in her mind, but there was nothing for him find. She had no orders now, no specific plan to follow. She was at the mercy of fate and the man at the table.
“Yes, you are,” Donner stated, soothed to discover she wasn’t hiding anything. “But even with your gift, you’re still not worth passing up two alphas. You’ll be traded.”
“Good. I’ve wanted to be in my tent with a mug of hot chocolate for days now.”
Donner read no lie there and frowned. Why would they send in a pregnant woman with orders to kill him, but no plan?
“Good question,” Samantha commented. “Ask her when you see her, will you?”
Donner felt the wind rise in the room as Samantha stood up, the cold chill that settled onto his shoulders. Had he underestimated their abilities?
“No, easy,” Sam controlled, rubbing her stomach.
Donner didn’t miss it, but the goal he had was still larger than unborn twins who could affect nature. “I’m an alpha, Ms. Moore. If they try–”
“They’re just hungry,” Samantha hurried to explain, scooting up against the wall. “They couldn’t give a shit less about you.”
Donner snorted and headed for the door. He was gone a minute later, stopping only long enough to order the door guard to bring her something to eat.
Samantha let out the breath she’d been holding the entire time he’d been in the room, but she didn’t let her thoughts go to anything more than the immediate care of her children. Donner had been in her head and he was indeed, an alpha. She’d had no way to resist his presence in her mind. It had been awful. He would likely monitor her thoughts until something else distracted him.
Samantha stayed back as the door opened and the guard came in with a small pouch. Another soldier stood behind him, gaping at their prisoner.
Samantha smiled at them. “Is it okay if I ask a couple questions?”
“Like what?” the food deliveryman asked suspiciously, setting the pouch on the desk.
“If I need to, ah, use the facilities?”
The man rolled his eyes, waving toward a door to the right. “There’s also a couch in there.”
Sam was surprised. Her happiness at not being held in awful conditions flooded the room.
The two men stared at her, dumbfounded. Her happiness was addictive.
Sam went to the rear rooms instead of making a run for it. She wasn’t supposed to escape or bewitch these men onto her side. That was the easiest part of this mission. Samantha had no idea what came next, but after everything she had done over the last few days, it was a relief. She had wounded Donner more than once, flushed him north, and now she was here, in his camp. Angela would bring her home alive if possible, but no matter what happened during Angela’s finale, Sam had accomplished her mission objectives.
She thought about her men, who knew by now that she’d been taken, and controlled her anxiety by forcing her mind to slow for sleeping, like she’d learned in Eagle training. It had been a long run and it wasn’t over yet. She couldn’t break down now.
4
“How did you beat me here?” Kyle demanded.
He’d ducked inside the temporary tent to find Jennifer sitting on a bedroll, pulling off her muddy boots. He’d only been here long enough to give Angela an update on Zack’s team, who Kyle had transported multiple times today. They’d been busy beavers.
“I didn’t, really,” Jenny confessed, giving up on the boots to lie down. “Some of us rode on the back of your van. You never noticed us.
“You did not!” he denied, missing the wording.
Jennifer snickered. “Yes, we did.”
Her smile faded. “Why was Conner brought in?”
“He broke a moral rule,” Kyle said uneasily, forced to believe that he’d missed her hanging from the rear of the van. He excused it as being tired.
Jennifer was too tired to scan his thoughts or drag it out of him. “Okay.”
Kyle knew she wanted answers, but he didn’t have them to give. He was glad when she sat up and began fighting with her boots again.
“You look tired,” she said, finally getting the first one untied.
“So do you,” he answered, calming down a bit now that they were together. Why did she have that effect on him?
“I have no idea, but it works both ways,” Jenny said, blushing. “I missed you, too.”
“Can I hold you?” Kyle blurted suddenly.
Jennifer knew he meant something different from what they’d already been doing and asked, “What do you mean?”
Kyle swallowed, embarrassed. “Before we sleep, I, uh... I’d like to cuddle, with you in my lap. Just for a few minutes.”
Jennifer couldn’t deny him. He’d never asked for physical contact before and she found that she didn’t mind the idea of trying this with him. In fact, they’d already sort-of done this, only lying down.
“Um, yeah. Okay.”
Kyle removed his boots and jacket, exposing big arms under a black t-shirt.
Jennifer looked away, suddenly scared of herself. Killing Louis and the others had helped her get by a mental block. She wasn’t afraid of Kyle hurting her, though she was sure he would without meaning to. Her pain would come when he asked for her to participate, to respond.
Kyle had no idea where Jennifer’s thought were as he sat on the bedroll beside her and leaned against a tall cooler.
When she jumped, nearly lunging from the cloth, he sighed. “It’s okay, Jen. We’ll just go to sleep.”
“No.”
Her sharp tone made Kyle look over, expecting to find the witch, something he wouldn’t tolerate when it came to their physical bonding.
Jennifer’s beautiful eyes glared at him in fierce determination. “You didn’t ask for anything wrong, Reece. Shut up and take it.”
Kyle laughed, always surprised when she pulled herself out of a bad moment and then he couldn’t breathe because she was sliding into his arms.
Forcing herself to face the things she was afraid of, Jennifer straddled his lap, wrapping her long legs around his hips. She rested her head on his frozen shoulder, aware of how hard her heart was pounding. She wanted to get over her fears of sex and men, but mostly, she wanted to be able to trust herself and repay Kyle. If Kyle’s touch lit her up, made her want sex the way Cesar had after he forced his drugs on her, then she would learn to accept that she was a slave to her body’s needs, but never to the man she chose to fulfill them.
Kyle held her without moving, barely breathing as usual. Jennifer quickly tired of the lack of response. It was another sign that she was healing, that she could be bored instead of scared as she nuzzled his neck.
“We’re alone and I’m not shaking with fear yet. What would you like to do?”
She hadn’t thought Kyle could stiffen further, but he did to the point that sitting on his lap became uncomfortable. As she realized why that was, Jennifer blushed darker.
Kyle chuckled. “Sorry.”
Jennifer stayed still. “It, ah…doesn’t take much, does it?”
It was one of the few sexual references she’d made and Kyle grinned. “It’s all you.”
“And it’ll, um, stay that way, right?”
Kyle understood what she wanted to know and chose to turn the tense moment into a lighter one. “I certainly hope so. There’s no Viagra anymore unless I ask Angie and that isn’t happening.”
Jennifer giggled in surprise and Kyle gently gave her the information she had been searching for. “Yeah, I’ll always want you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t control it.”
“You didn’t before.”
Kyle knew he would be hearing that for the rest of their lives and chose to give her more there too. “I’d do it again to keep from raping you, Jenny.”
She sighed, still not sure why men felt so strongly about her. “Sometimes I wish you’d go ahead so I can stop worrying over it.”
“I won’t as long as you feel that way,” he vowed without anger.
“I could push you,” she said quietly. “I know how.”
Kyle sighed. “Is it what you want?”
She shrugged, embarrassed. “I want you to be happy and I want to be normal again.”
“And you think consummating our relationship will help you?”
“It has with Becky,” she pointed out.
Kyle wasn’t so sure, but didn’t argue on that line.
“I’m sorry, Jen, but I won’t do it. If you twist me up that way intentionally, you’ll find me in a whore’s tent.”
The girl knew she could push it too far for him to walk away from her, but she wasn’t ready to do that here and now.
“Can I talk to you about it? Just questions?”
Jennifer shrugged again, too aware of his hard body under hers.
Kyle gently lifted her off his lap and felt her immediate relief. He felt some too, though not from the need for release. He would take care of that when she finally crashed for a few hours.
“What do you want to know?” she asked, lying on her side so that her loose hair would cover her face and make this easier. She’d been avoiding it, but every adult female in Safe Haven that she spoken with had recommended talking to him about her fears of intimacy.
“What scares you about it, to start with?”
Her prompt answer of, “Everything.” drew a smile.
“The pain? Humiliation?”
“The lack of control,” she gave, thinking she might as well be honest. “Hilda said if I tied you up, I wouldn’t be scared.”
This time, Kyle turned red. “If you…what?”
Jennifer didn’t look at him, smiling a little at his dazed voice. “She said to take my cuffs, secure you to a real bed in some shitty little town, and stay there exploring your big body until I know it better than my own.”
Kyle was scarlet from the roots of his hair to the tips of his fingers.
Jennifer dissolved in giggles, forcing the rest out between laughs and breaths. “She said you’d walk funny, but I’d be the man of the house after that.”
Kyle gave in and snorted out his amusement, filling their tent with good vibes.
When Kyle began forming his next question, Jennifer grew serious. Hilda had given her a lot of advice while helping her recover from the birth.
“Are there things you liked, that at some point, you might want someone else to do, without the ugliness?” he pushed as easily as he could, heart pounding. He wasn’t supposed to be having this conversation with her for another year.
Jennifer slowly shook her head.
Kyle knew she was lying. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to grab you and do it right this minute,” Kyle promised. “But we have to talk about these things. You know that.”
She did, but it wasn’t easy and she chose to show him instead. Unfortunately, she had no other reference than her time with Caesar.
Kyle’s good mood sank through the ground as he watched Caesar shoot her up and then make love to her as if she was a willing woman.
Jennifer ended the memory in shame.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to like any of it! she swore, tears pricking her lids.
“Jenny?”
Kyle’s tone was ugly and she jerked her head up to see if she should brace for blows.
Kyle grunted miserably. “Not at you, honey. At him. You did nothing wrong there.”
“Are you… Are you sure?”
“Yes. He used pleasure to control you. It’s supposed to be used to bond with each other, to express our love.”
His voice lowered into a type of fear that she recognized as him not wanting to say the wrong thing.
“I’ll…I can do those things for you, without the pain or the drugs.”
Jennifer wanted to fight the horrors in her mind with good moments until all the darkness was refilled with light and she stepped into adulthood bravely. “Show me.”
“Uh…” Kyle blinked. “Now?”
Jenny was almost shaking. “Just a little, to see if I can take it.”
Not sure if I can, Kyle thought. “I need time to plan it out, but I will when this war is over.”
Jennifer knew her age was still an issue for him and insisted on making him promise.
As they settled down to sleep, it was on both their minds enough to keep them from dozing off right away. Their relationship had changed, due to Jennifer pushing herself and Kyle’s patience, but neither of them was sure if they were ready for it.
Kyle was only agreeing because she and the witch were asking for the same thing of him, at the same time. And he wanted to! Kyle had never fought so hard to resist anything in his life. It was a constant struggle for him to remain civilized at all times, but he was able to do it because the prize at the end was worth every second of this torture. She was almost willing, almost his! Kyle drifted off with her lips on his mind and a hard-on inside his pants.
5
“Send them in at dawn. Throw everything we have.”
Captain Mayberry had just informed Donner of landmines being discovered near all their forward camps. The teams were waiting along this dangerous barrier for instructions, watching the sun sink with dread.
Mayberry was Donner’s official right hand man now, but he understood that position was like playing musical chairs. The fact that they had served together meant very little. Coming into the middle of a run like this was always dangerous, but after Canada, the Captain had needed a break. He’d liked those scrappy women.
“Did you say send them through anyway, sir?” Mayberry was surprised by the order. Donner didn’t usually waste good men.
Donner glowered. “Yes.”
Mayberry read the tone, and shrugged. “If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.”
Mayberry left the room to spread the word that they were pushing on. As he went, the Captain made a mental note to find Sherman and the rest of their team. The soldiers who survived these orders would no longer be under the control of anyone.
I’m counting on that, Donner thought, sipping his cold coffee. Thanks to Angela filling the area with traps and ambushes, the men would loot or destroy everything they found. The bloodlust would catch onto the remaining half of this battalion and they would take it out on everyone they came into contact with. It would peak tomorrow evening. During the chaos, Donner and his men would drop in on Safe Haven.
Are you there? Donner called, not pushing the radio button. He was testing a theory on her abilities.
Of course, Angela answered silently, cheerfully. I’m always in your head now.
Donner hit the button and Angela laughed in his mind. Coward.
“I want Mitchel and my Sergeant ready to go,” Donner ordered over the waves that he was sure he controlled. “I’m coming in for them.”
Angela’s scorn was thick. “This is my mountain, Major. If I see anything in the air, I’ll shoot it down myself and I don’t need a missile. I’m locked right onto you.”
Donner
clicked the mike to stop her words from going through, but Angela simply waited, reading his thoughts across a hundred miles.
He let off the button and she asked, “Is that office warm enough?”
Donner became aware of his men chattering outside and hefted himself from the chair, grabbing his kit along the way. He knew trouble when he smelled it.
“Get the woman!” he shouted.
He left the radio, fleeing the sudden fire that had come roaring down the hill for them.
Behind the cabin, Crista stayed still, trying to squeeze off one more shot before her target was out of range. The fire was nothing. The rifle was everything.
The jeep flew through the darkness as Crista waited, exhaling. She pulled the trigger gently.
She saw a soldier slump over, but not the one she wanted, and realized Donner had put someone directly behind him to avoid this very thing.
“You bastard!” she swore. Anger brought her rifle back up and she took out everything moving that she had time to hit, showing no mercy to the men Donner had left behind.
Crista didn’t drop from her spot until the wind swirled the flames her way and even then, she moved with her rifle in hand, longing for another shot.
6
Angela waited a minute and then continued her assault, seeing Donner flip on the radio in the hummer he’d taken. She and the witch were staying close enough to count his nose hairs if they desired.
“Did you know you’re down to less than five hundred men, Major? Is that close to the number you that promised them would survive? Because the next mile and a half of landmines should even the difference. Especially since I’ve eliminated all your EOD teams.”
Donner punched the dashboard, growling, “Liar!”
He grabbed the mike, brought back into the argument. “There’s no way you had enough mines or time to cover that much ground. I’m calling your bluff!”
Angela’s laughed cackled over the waves, sounding like something from a horror show. “I’ll prove it, Butcher. You have a team of recon men inside my wire, one of your last, by the way. Call surrender or you’ve killed them.”
“We’re coming for you!”
“Listen to what you’ve caused.”
