REBORN: Six Saviors Series

by Carly Fall

  said, “Okay. Well. Now that that’s settled, can I go back to bed? I’ve got jetlag that’s got me lagging like I can’t believe.”

  Noah nodded and Cohen left. Rayner asked if anyone was up for a game of pool,

  and when no one was, he took out his cell phone. After speaking to Faith for a few moments, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and said, “Noah, Faith said to tell you that your quarters will be off limits for at least another two hours.”

  Noah grumbled and put his head in his hands. “I can’t even get in my own

  fucking room?”

  Rayner smiled. “Nope.”

  Hudson had to laugh. Noah looked like a boy who had just been kicked out of a

  secret club.

  Total dejection.

  “The females are taking over,” Noah said quietly. “You all realize that, right?”

  The silence was the affirmation of his statement.

  After a beat, he said, “Well, then I guess we should hit the Xbox, Rayner. I think I owe you a whipping on Full Metal Jacket.”

  Rayner chuckled. “Whatever, man. Bring it on.”

  The two left the room, Rayner taking the bottle of tequila and Noah grabbing the

  scotch.

  Hudson sat in silence with Talin. He watched the light brown liquid in his glass

  swirl as he moved it around, his thoughts on Noah’s question. Like he would even

  consider making Beverly his mate. The craziness of the question bounced around his head.

  He could never love another woman the way he loved Iris.

  I like you, but I don’t love you.

  He grimaced as the pain sliced through his gut. First, he would never put himself in that position again. He couldn’t take another rejection. Second, SR44 males found one mate. He would never love anyone the way he loved Iris.

  End of story.

  He let out a heavy sigh, his thoughts going back to the previous night. Beverly’s skin had been softer than his silk sheets. He loved the way her whole face lit up when she laughed, and the gentleness of her touch. And the sex…Jesus. He had to adjust the way he was sitting just thinking about it.

  “So I did a little background on our guest, Beverly,” Talin said softly.

  “Why did you do that?” Hudson asked, glad for the distraction.

  Talin shrugged. “She seems nice, and I just want to make sure you aren’t getting

  mixed up with someone who could be trouble for you.”

  Hudson stared at his friend. “I’m not getting mixed up with her. She’s leaving.

  There’s nothing between us.”

  Talin rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, lacing his hands behind his

  head, the leather creaking. “Hudson, you are so full of shit. And the sooner you realized that the better off you’ll be.”

  “No, I’m not full of shit. There’s nothing there, Talin, and there’s nothing to

  realize.”

  “Okay. Whatever you say, dumbass. Do you want to know what I found out or

  not?”

  Hudson shrugged. “Sure. Not that it matters.”

  “Right.”

  Hudson listened intently as Talin recited her past, and a little bit of relief flowed through him that he didn’t hear anything he didn’t already know.

  Not that any of it mattered.

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  Beverly was really enjoying the company of Faith and Abby. Sitting together in a

  small circle on the floor, she told them about her drug addiction, being stripped of her doctor’s license, and her trip to rehab.

  Faith shook her head. “And to think that you were the one person I ran into. I’m

  so sorry I put you in that position and under so much stress.”

  Beverly shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve had a few of moments where I wanted to

  get back on the pills after I first arrived, but you all have been so welcoming and nice, I can’t imagine a better kidnapping experience.”

  All three burst out laughing.

  “So when you leave, what do you plan on doing?” Abby asked.

  Beverly sighed. “I’ve got to figure out what I want to do, where I want to live. I don’t want to go back to Tucson. I was thinking I’d head to California and drive up the coast. I’ve never done that before, and I’m hoping a change in scenery will help inspire me on where I want to go and what I want to do.”

  Faith’s brown eyes narrowed as she took a drink and tossed her flaming red hair

  over her shoulder. “Maybe you should just stay here,” she said.

  Beverly turned to her, finding herself overjoyed at the invitation. She would have friends, be around people who loved each other, and maybe they could grow to love her as well. But that didn’t answer the question of what she wanted to do with her life.

  And then her thoughts turned to Hudson, and her heart sank. She knew she had

  very strong feelings for him, and she didn’t want to be around someone who couldn’t love her back.

  “That’s sweet, Faith, but I think I need to move on. All of you have been

  wonderful, but...” she let the sentence trail off as she stared at the rug and picked at lint that wasn’t there.

  “What’s going on with you and Hudson?” Faith asked quietly.

  Beverly felt a blush on her cheeks as she remembered their time in bed together.

  She then looked at Abby. Sweet Abby, with the long auburn hair up in a ponytail and the smattering of freckles across her nose. Beverly didn’t feel comfortable talking about Hudson in front of her. He was her father, after all, which was still strange to think about.

  It would be a while before she could fully accept that one.

  “It’s okay, Beverly, Hudson may be my father, but we’re more friends than

  anything.”

  Beverly nodded and looked down at the floor, feeling her cheeks burn even hotter.

  “You slept with him!” Faith shrieked.

  Abby started laughing, and Beverly felt herself blush even more. She slowly met

  Abby’s eyes, and Abby placed her hand on Beverly’s arm. “It’s okay. Really. I think it’s great. It’s about time Hudson moved on from my mom.”

  “What happened, Abby? Where is she? What happened between them? I got an

  abbreviated version from Hudson, but I’d like to know the full story.”

  Abby took a deep breath. “It’s complicated, Beverly, but here’s the basics…”

  Beverly listened as Abby told of her mother dismissing Hudson, and how he was

  forced to watch her grow up without him. Her mother was murdered by a Colonist, and that had set Abby on a course of foster homes. “The Colonists are terrible, Beverly.

  Absolutely terrible.” She pointed at the scar across her neck. “The same asshole who killed my mom did this to me,” she said softly. “Thankfully, Noah killed him.”

  Beverly gasped.

  “It’s what they’re sent here to do, Beverly, the guys upstairs. They kill Colonists.

  Some of Earth’s most notorious murderers have been Colonists, like Jeffrey Dahmer, Jack the Ripper, and Saddam Hussein. Think about the people they’ve killed, Beverly. Isn’t the world better without them?”

  Yes, it was a better world without them. She couldn’t deny that.

  “A Colonist killed my parents,” Faith said quietly. “He wanted me, but he got my

  parents instead. We don’t know why he wanted me or why he killed my parents.”

  Beverly exhaled. “I’m so sorry, Faith.”

  Faith nodded. “It’s been hard, but Rayner has been wonderful. I couldn’t have

  gotten through it without him.”

  All three women were silent.

  “Well, that was a downer,” Faith said quietly.

  Beverly thought for a moment. “Why don’t we toast to...new beginnings?”

  Abby and Faith exchanged a glance, and both broke out into a smile. “To new
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  beginnings. All of us have been there, or are on our way there,” Abby said, bringing her eyes to Beverly’s.

  They clinked glasses and the mood lightened. “I do hope you stay with Hudson

  though,” Faith said. “He seems a little more...” she looked around the room as if searching for the right word. “He just seems...like he’s...more. More here. Stronger, if that’s possible. Just...more of everything.”

  Beverly smiled at her. Hudson might seem “more,” but he had admitted that his

  heart belonged to Iris, Abby’s mother. There wouldn’t be another for him.

  “To new beginnings,” Beverly said, raising her glass. The other two glasses met

  hers in a sweet sound of friendship.

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  Hudson went back to his quarters, sighing as he sat down on the bed.

  Beverly would have to leave tomorrow. There wasn’t a reason for her to stay. He

  was healed. He would drive her back to the hotel to get her car, and then she would be off.

  He also knew that if she walked through that door, he would scoop her up in his

  arms, and he would devour her body. He thought of all the different ways he wanted to...worship her. He wanted to make her feel ecstasy over and over again. For some reason he wanted her to remember him, and he knew the best way was to get her back in bed. Before she went out into the world by herself, he wanted her to understand how a woman should be treated. Last time he had done okay showing her this, but his mind had been clouded by the fog of pain.

  If there were a next time, it would be different. He thought of all the ways he

  wanted to show her what a man could do for a woman, and he fell back on the bed with a moan, giving himself an erection with the thoughts.

  Yes, if there was a next time...that was the least he could do for her after all she had done for him.

  As if she were sensing the path his mind was going, there was a light tap on the

  door. He knew it was Beverly. It was almost as if he could feel her energy through the slab of wood.

  He took four strides to the door and swung it open, meeting the green eyes that

  drilled into his very being every time he looked at them.

  “Hi,” she said softly. She wrapped her arms across her stomach, and he watched

  as she blushed. She averted her eyes from his. “I’m...I’m not really sure why I came here tonight. I mean, I know how you’re healed, and you don’t need me here anymore, but I just felt like...”

  He was highly aware of the yellow glow from his eyes bathing her in their warm

  light.

  She looked up at him again. “Your eyes...they’re so beautiful, Hudson.”

  He noticed that hers were a dark, dark green. He knew what that meant, and he

  was so down with it.

  “Come here,” he growled, taking her hand gently and pulling her into the room.

  Her body shut the door as he gently backed her up into it. He looked at her one more time, then his mouth met hers, all thoughts of her leaving, Iris, and pain faded from his mind. He became consumed by all that was Beverly.

  His hand reached up and let her hair down, the silk streaming through his fingers.

  Finding the edge of her t-shirt, he let his hands roam up her back, her ribcage, and sweet Jesus, those wonderful little breasts covered in a silky little bra. He loved the way she shivered as his thumb ran over her nipple through the fabric.

  “Hudson,” she breathed.

  He slipped the t-shirt over her shoulders and head and tossed it to the floor.

  Needing to feel her skin on his, he took the front of her bra in between his thumb and forefinger, gave it a flick and threw that on the floor as well.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and watched as surprise registered on her face.

  She gently touched the slightly red scratches that had been huge mounds of stitches a mere few hours ago, and this time it was his turn to shiver.

  “That’s so amazing you can be healed like this,” she whispered.

  He closed his eyes as her hand ran over his chest. Her touch was soft, leaving

  ripples of fire in its wake, yet it made him shake as if her hands were made of ice.

  He felt her hand leave his chest, replaced by her soft, gentle lips. After she had just about driven him insane with the little kisses, he opened his eyes. She stared up at him.

  “You’re so beautiful, Beverly,” he whispered. He wanted her to know that.

  She blushed, but didn’t look away.

  His big hands grasped her tiny waist, and he pulled her closer.

  He kissed her again, their mouths moving together gently. Feeling her tongue at

  his lips, he gladly opened them and accepted it. Her hands glided up his forearms, to his biceps, and then laced around his neck. She gently pulled on the band that kept his hair back in the ponytail, and he felt his hair brush over his shoulders as her slender fingers whispered through it.

  She pressed herself closer to him as he let his hands wander more.

  He grabbed her butt and lifted her off the floor, her legs wrapping around his

  waist, the kiss never broken. He thought about making it to the bed, but decided that wasn’t going to happen, so he bent his knees and laid her out gently on the plush carpet.

  He studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly red, her eyes so

  dark they were almost black. Her breath came in short spurts.

  He wanted tonight to be perfect for her. He wanted her to remember him.

  Lowering himself down onto her, careful not to put his full weight on her, he kissed her neck and began showing Beverly what it was like to be treasured.

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  Beverly heard someone screaming, but she didn’t realize the sound was coming

  from her until the waves of pleasure stopped wracking her body.

  She opened her eyes to see Hudson kissing the inside of her thigh as he stared at her with a slight grin on his face. The one she liked that showed the dimple.

  “Hudson,” she breathed.

  “I’m right here, Bev, right here.” He began moving up her body slowly, peppering

  her with tiny kisses as he went. His tongue swirled her nipple, and she felt her body respond.

  Again.

  She had had three orgasms, and he hadn’t even been inside her.

  Feeling heat on her back, she decided rug burns were a good thing.

  Lying on the carpet feeling like a big, happy, mushy pile of goo, she put her hands on each side of Hudson’s face and kissed him deeply, tasting her own essence. In the back of her mind, a little voice reminded her that he wasn’t fully human, but it didn’t bother her. Being with Hudson was something that came so naturally, it was almost as if they were supposed to be together.

  “Shall we hit the sheets?” he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her

  spine, winding up her anticipation of what was to come.

  “Yes,” she said. He got off her and she tried to stand up, but he was having none of it. He scooped her up as if she weighed as much as a pillow and set her on the black silk sheets.

  “How come I’m the only one having any fun here, Hudson?” she said with a smile

  as she moved over.

  He stood next to the bed, undid his loose-fitting jeans, and they dropped to the

  floor. Her heart skipped a beat as she took him. His black hair swirled around his shoulders, his yellow eyes glowing at her, his body stood tall and strong, his long, thick sex jutted out at her. Her mind traveled back to Greek Mythology and the story of Adonis, the most beautiful man in the world, according to the myth.

  He chuckled. “Oh, Beverly, I’m having fun.” He slid into bed and wrapped her in

  his arms. “And I’m just getting started. I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have.”

  As he kissed her, her head began to spin. His hands and mouth were everywhere,


  and her body exploded in desire again. When he entered her, she gasped for a moment, getting used to the invasion. He hovered above her and looked at her with his dimpled grin. He began moving his hips slowly, and within minutes, she felt the tsunami within her building, getting stronger by the second.

  As the waves overcame her, she felt Hudson’s strong arms encase her, and

  somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she would never, ever experience

  anything like this again.

  No man would ever compare to Hudson, sexually or otherwise, and she fought an

  almost overwhelming flood of sadness as she allowed herself to be lost in him.

  Chapter 37

  Beverly woke to the smell of bacon. She opened her eyes, fully expecting to see a plate of it in front of her.

  There was nothing, and she was alone.

  She took a deep breath and turned onto her stomach, feeling a sadness that was

  toppled by an insane craving for bacon. As she stretched her limbs out, she smiled because she felt sore in all the places that mattered, and she thought about the previous night.

  Hudson seemed to have been on a mission to satisfy her, as if he was trying to

  prove something to her. She had never felt more beautiful, more alive, or sexier than she did last night with Hudson, and she was enjoying this new highly sexual side of herself that had surfaced.

  Holy crap had she been missing out!

  She sighed when she remembered she would be leaving today.

  With that thought, sadness overtook her craving for bacon. Remembering her time

  with Faith and Abby made her smile. They were real friends; however, she had the

  distinct feeling that when she left, there would not be any “keeping in touch.”

  And then there was Hudson. She had grown so attached to him over the past few

  days. Spending time with him had renewed her confidence in herself, and she was no longer the ex-drug addicted doctor, but she was Beverly. Beverly, who had really screwed up her life, but who was now getting it back on track. Beverly, who an incredible man like Hudson wanted to be with, to talk to, to know and to pleasure, over and over again.

  She told herself that any feelings she did have for Hudson would eventually fade.