by Tamara Hoffa
Sebastian’s troops had arrived and not one, but two helicopters sat waiting in the clearing, along with medical personnel, blankets, food, water and anything else they could possibly need. That man was pretty fucking amazing.
Sarah began to wake up and murmur. “Momma, where’s Momma?”
Jenna leaned over and stroked her cheek. “You’ll be with Momma soon, baby girl.”
Sarah blinked and looked up into Bern’s face. “Unca Bern? What are you doing here?”
“Carrying you, silly girl. What does it look like?”
Sarah snuggled closer and closed her eyes again, knowing now she was safe in her uncle’s arms.
Chapter Fourteen
Pandemonium exploded when the entourage arrived back at Bern’s house. Sebastian had phoned ahead to let them know they were coming so everyone was there. The entire Honey Corner’s Clan, all four hundred of them. The Von Drake Pack, and there must have been close to five hundred in the pack. Alice. Jenna’s parent’s had flown in from Nashville, how they’d managed to get a flight on such short notice she’d never know, but they were all there.
All that was missing was the Dallas Cowboy’s Cheerleaders and it would have been a real party. The minute Jenna walked in the door Alice confronted her, hands on her hips she gave Jenna her best glare. “What the hell do you think you’re doing going and getting yourself kidnapped? You almost gave me apoplexy!”
“Well, excuse me Queen of the World. I’m so sorry I inconvenienced you!”
Bern stood behind Jenna and watched the two yell at each other like he was watching a tennis match.
“I am so mad at you! You could have gotten hurt or even killed! That’s not allowed!” Alice screamed.
“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry,” Jenna said.
Then Alice collapsed into tears and threw her arms around Jenna sobbing. Mrs. Raynes walked up behind them and smiled at Bern. He looked at her and asked. “What the hell was all that about?”
“Girl code.” She shrugged.
“More of that crap? I’m never going to understand girl code am I?” he asked.
“I doubt it, dear,” she said patting his cheek. “Jenna, darling, do you suppose you could let go of Alice long enough to hug your mother?” she asked with the cutest southern lilt to her voice.
Jenna laughed and released Alice to hug her mother. “Oh Momma, It’s so good to see ya.”
Bern had to laugh. All of a sudden his little one had a southern accent. Where the hell had that come from?
A balding man in jeans and checkered shirt entered the room. Bern knew in a sniff it was Jenna’s father. The man’s serious eyes looked him up and down.
Then he scanned his daughter from head to toe. He looked back to Bern and nodded once, stepping closer. “She looks in one piece,” he murmured. “That’s a good thing for you.”
Bern arched a brow at Barton Raynes. “Yes, it is, because I would kill whomever harmed a hair on her head.”
“And I would kill you if a hair on her head were harmed,” Barton Raynes said as smooth as silk.
Bern slapped his huge arm around the smaller man’s shoulders. “I think I like you already, Mr. Raynes.”
Barton looked up into Bern’s face. “I just might like you too, boy.” The man laughed, he turned to his daughter and opened his arms. “You got a hug for Daddy there, little girl?”
“Daddy!” Jenna squealed and launched herself at her father and hugged Bern at the same time. When she finally let go of her dad, she stepped back and grabbed her mother’s hand, pulling her up beside her. “Bern, this is my mother, Cassandra and I guess you’ve met my dad.”
“In a way.” Bern laughed, he lifted Cassandra’s tiny hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I can see where my Jenna got her good looks.”
“Oh, he is a sweet talker, Jenna, isn’t he? Maybe he could teach your father a thing or two?” Cassandra teased.
“Now, Kiki, Don’t be like that,” Barton groused.
Jenna laughed and hooked her arm through Bern’s. “Let’s go sit down. I’m tired and hungry. I need food!”
Kiki laughed. “There is enough food in that kitchen to feed both the Rebels and the Yanks, so I think you’re safe, little girl.”
“That’s one thing I’ll say for these bears,” Jenna said. “They know how to eat!”
They went into the kitchen, filled some plates, and then headed for Bern’s office and a little peace and quiet. The five of them sequestered themselves in the office and Bern and Jenna filled Alice and her parents in on everything that had happened.
After they had evacuated all the children, Bern and his men had blown the research facility to kingdom come. HUNTS would not be utilizing that location again, it was nothing but a pile of rocks.
Now they needed to locate the packs, prides, dens, etc. that the missing children came from and return them as soon as possible. There would be some joyous reunions in the future for the shifter community.
Bern’s cell phone rang and he stepped to the side of the room to answer it. “Bern here.”
“It’s Martin. We have the research personnel secured on the lower level of the clan house. Five technicians and the doctor.” Martin growled.
“What is it?” Bern asked.
“Something I need to discuss with you in person.” Martin replied.
“Do you want to come up now?”
“No, tomorrow is soon enough,” Martin said with a sigh.
“I’m not going to like it, am I?”
“Probably not. I sure don’t,” Martin said.
“Okay, in that case, definitely keep it for tomorrow. I’ve had all the bad news I can take for today.”
“Roger that. I’ll see you in the morning for briefing,” Martin said.
“Not too early,” Bern said. “It’s been a hell of a day. Let’s sleep in, make it nine o’clock.”
“You got it, Sippe. Guten nacht.”
“Guten nacht, Martin.”
Bern sat back down and pulled Jenna into his lap. “Something wrong?” she whispered.
He shrugged. “Maybe, but nothing that can’t wait until morning, so not too bad.”
She rested her head on his chest and her eyes drifted closed.
Kiki looked at her daughter and then her husband. “I think that’s our cue to retire for the evening, Bart, Jenna is tired. Let’s head up to bed and let these children get some sleep.”
Jenna stirred. “I’m okay, Momma.”
“You’re tired as an old mule after plowing the back forty. Now don’t go givin’ your momma a hard time, little girl,” Kiki said.
Jenna smiled up at her and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Kiki rose to her feet and Barton stood beside her. “Your sister, Dagmar, showed us to a lovely room in the east wing. I hope that’s all right?” Kiki asked.
Bern stood with Jenna in his arms. “Of course, it’s fine. I’m so glad you’re here.” He kissed Kiki on the cheek and nodded to Barton. Alice stood too. “Are you staying here tonight, Al?”
“No, I’m gonna head back to Jenna’s, just had to make sure my girl was okay,” she said.
She walked over and kissed Jenna’s cheek and Bern leaned down so she could kiss his too. She exchanged goodbyes with Jenna’s parents, and they left the room heading in different directions.
Once Jenna’s parents were out of ear shot Bern said. “You can stop playing possum now, they’re gone.”
Jenna flashed a cheeky smile at him and wet her lips. “How did you know I was faking?”
“Shifter nose, little one. I can smell your desire.”
She giggled. “You don’t think they knew, do you?”
“No, I think they bought it,” he said.
She nuzzled into his neck and began kissing up his jawline. “Mmm, good, because I need you, my bear.”
“I need you too, little one. Bless my sister for putting your folks at the other end of the house.”
“Smart coo
kie, that sister of yours”
“Mmm,” was all he managed and the door to the bedroom fell shut behind them. He let her slide slowly down his body, and his already swollen cock notched into the juncture of her thighs. He slid his hands under the edge of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head in one motion, letting it drop to the floor, and backed her toward the bed.
Bern sealed his lips over hers and never severed the kiss as they moved closer and closer to the bed. Jenna kicked off her shoes. Bern stepped out of his, and unbuckled his pants, dropping them and leaving them behind on the floor in one fell swoop.
When the back of Jenna’s legs reached the bed he pushed her down and pulled off his shirt in one motion. She shimmied out of her skirt and dropped it over the side of the bed before Bern settled between her open thighs.
“My sweet Jenna,” he whispered. “You smell so good.” He kissed down her neck to her collarbone and then across to her breastbone. His large hands cupped her breasts, and he circled her nipples with his thumbs, feeling them pucker under his attentions.
His mouth followed his hands, sucking first one and then the other turgid peak into his mouth and releasing them with a soft pop. He licked around her areola and then blew softly across the peaks, watching goose bumps appear on Jenna’s skin.
Her soft round belly called to him and he kissed the mound, pausing at her navel to lave the little dimple. Jenna giggled. “Are you ticklish?” he asked.
“Yes.” She squirmed and he dug his fingers into her sides and tickled until she was rolling on the bed trying to get away from him, laughing and squealing. He slipped his hands behind her back, palmed her ass, and pressed his face into her stomach laughing.
“I’m sorry, little one, but I couldn’t help myself. I love to hear you laugh.”
She leaned up on her elbows and stared down at him, her eyes glowing with love and laughter. He rested his chin on her pelvic bone and stared up at her. “You better make it up to me,” she teased.
He pulled his head back a tiny bit and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. “Like that?”
She threw her head back and moaned. “Mmm, good start.”
Never one to turn down a challenge Bern began to lick and suck her in earnest. Teasing the moist entrance to her sex with a finger, he traced the seam up and down. Jenna squirmed trying to force his hand and make him penetrate her, but Bern would not be rushed.
Her honey was abundant, covering the lips of her sex, he coated his fingers and drew the lubrication to the puckered rosette of her anus. Jenna gasped, but didn’t pull away. He sucked her clit into his mouth as he thrust one finger into her ass knuckle deep.
He lifted his mouth for a moment and murmured. “Okay?”
“Yes, yes,” she panted.
He moved, sliding the finger in and out, working the lubrication inside her while teasing her clit mercilessly. “I’m going to add a second finger, push out as I push in, little one.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
He pushed in and he felt her quiver and stiffen for a moment. “Relax, breathe, it’s okay.”
“Hurts,” she panted.
“I can stop.”
“No, it’s okay now. Just feel so full.”
“Think how full you’ll feel when it’s my cock that’s in your tight little ass,” Bern said. His cock was a slab of marble just thinking about it.
Jenna shivered and a fresh burst of honey dripped from her pussy, obviously she liked that idea too. Bern worked his fingers, scissoring them inside her, stretching her tissues and preparing her to take his cock.
He licked in circles around her clit, the little bundle of nerves peeking out of its hood and begging for attention. She was close to climaxing, but Bern didn’t want her to come alone, he wanted to be balls deep in her when she climaxed, gripping his cock like a vise.
He pulled his fingers free and Jenna cried out in distress. “Get on your knees for me, little one.” He reached into his night stand and grabbed the bottle of lube, liberally coating his dick and pressing more in and around her rosette.
Lining up behind her he pressed his throbbing hard on to the entrance of her forbidden hole. “Put your head and shoulders down on the bed, baby and push out for me.”
He reached under her body with one arm, securing her around the waist and held his cock with his other hand slowly pressing forward, the head of his dick passed the first ring of muscles and he bit his cheek to keep from blowing his load like a fifteen-year-old.
“You are so fucking tight, it’s like a vise gripping my cock.”
“Oh fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make me come. You know how it turns me on when you talk dirty to me.”
Bern grunted and kept pressing forward until he was finally fully seated inside her, balls tight against her creaming pussy. “I could come just from looking at this picture. You have the best ass in the world, and I’m inside it.”
Jenna moaned.
“Gotta move now, little one,” Bern said, and he slowly pulled back and thrust forward. He reached around and played with her pussy, thrusting two fingers inside her and pressing his thumb to her clit.
Jenna was thrusting back at him and he began to pound into her harder and harder. The bed was rocking, the headboard banging against the wall, Jenna was keening. He could feel her pussy clamping down on his fingers. He was about to lose it.
“Come for me, Jenna,” he cried and he circled her clit with his thumb and thrust hard into her tight ass, he pressed down hard on her nub and she cried out, her pussy and her ass clamping down on him.
Bern grabbed her hips and pounded into her like a man possessed, three thrusts and then he held himself deep inside her emptying his seed and climaxing so hard stars burst behind his closed eyelids.
He collapsed over her back, careful to keep his weight on his arms, and kissed the curve of her spine, her neck, she turned her head and reached for a kiss. She fell from her knees and his softening erection slipped from her ass. She rolled to her side and Bern flopped down beside her, taking her in his arms.
“Oh my God, Bern, that was amazing,” Jenna said.
“You’re amazing.”
They cuddled for a few minutes with her head on her shoulder and then Bern said. “Since your folks are already here, why don’t we get married tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow? Are you crazy? How do we plan a wedding in one day?”
“Jenna, this is Honey Corners. We know how to throw a party.”
She sat up in bed and looked at him. “Well hell… Why not?”
Epilogue
Martin paced in front of the cages in the basement of his Sippe Leiter’s house as he had for the last three hours and paused once again in front of Dr. Elizabeth Montrose’s cell. It was midnight and the woman was sleeping.
She was five-foot three-inches of devastation to his six-foot five-inch frame. She was human. She was sick. Leukemia if his nose was correct. She was the enemy. And she was his mate. Fuck!
*The End*
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Tamara Hoffa lives in central Tennessee, with her husband of 30 years, her parents, 2 dogs and 2 cats. She started reading at four years old and has rarely been seen without a book since. At home you will usually find her in “nana’s chair” with her kindle, her laptop or one of her precious, precocious grandson’s in her lap. Tamara is an author, an editor, and reviews/promotions coordinator for Secret Cravings Publishing. Tamara is proof positive that it’s never too late to reach for your dreams.
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Other books by Tamara
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Coming soon – Book 2 in the Animal in Me series- Bear Blood!
Prologue- 1994
Pale and weak, the child lay on the stark white sheets of the big bed that made her look so tiny. The khaki colored U.S. Army ball cap that rested on her head enhanced the sallow tone of her skin, but Lizzy never took that cap off. Daddy gave it to her, and she was Daddy’s girl. He said it would make her strong, like him. She needed to be strong, because she felt so weak.
Her big brown eyes scanned the room she had been confined to for the last two weeks. Nothing had changed. She was so tired. Tubes in her nose, I.V. in her arm, pain everywhere. Where were Mommy and Daddy? One of them was usually in the chair by her bed when she woke up. It didn’t matter, she couldn’t keep her eyes open much longer anyway. She’d go back to sleep and they’d be there when she woke up. Well, if she woke up. She heard the doctor’s talking, and she knew the truth: she might die soon.
It wasn’t so bad. If she died she would live with the angels and all the pain would stop. But, Daddy kept saying she had to fight, and mommy would cry…
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