Wolf Breeds - Jacob's Faith Part 2

Jacob fought himself now as he looked at the thickness of his c.o.c.k and the small hole he was preparing to invade. It was possible. He had done it many times before with other women. But not a virgin. Never women unaware of what was coming. She pressed against the thick blunt tip of his erection, her head tossing, her body trembling in his grasp. He fought the need. He fought the desperation clawing at his loins until she backed into him further.

The head of his c.o.c.k disappeared inside the tiny hole as she screamed out. Pain or pleasure? He couldn't be certain which, and no longer had the control to question it. He pressed further, feeling the hot bite of her muscles closing in on him, milking his c.o.c.k. He was aware, only fleetingly of a hot jet of thick fluid shooting into the small channel. He wasn't coming. He knew he wasn't coming, but it happened again, then again, further lubricating the area as he sank in to the hilt.

His body, so much larger than hers, came over her then, blanketing her, his lips went to her neck, unerringly locating the mark he had made earlier. He heard the growl that rumbled in his throat, fought, then gave in to a need so violent it tore him apart.

His mouth opened, his canines piercing her silken skin as she screamed out beneath him, her body arching to him, her pleas shattering him. She was chanting his name now. Begging him. Her cries echoed around him until he felt everything around him explode. The room shook, brilliant light exploded around them as pipes burst exploding with a hiss of steam. The earth rocked as walls crumbled in a cascade of steam, shattering gla.s.s and screams.

Chapter One.

Six years later.

She could feel Jacob watching her. She could always feel him watching her. As long as Faith had memories, she had memories of Jacob and those light blue eyes as they followed her wherever she went. Or they had, until their escape from the Labs. Until he left six years before.

Since his return several weeks ago, he was never far from her though. He hovered over her now, making her feel self-conscious, on edge. She was a Liaison of Pack Security, not an Enforcer. She negotiated peace between the Packs, and carried information from the various informants within the secret Genetics Council members that still existed within America. She wasn't a killer. She wasn't a soldier. Not that she couldn't do her job now. She could do what she had to do. But Jacob's obvious concern that she couldn't do it rankled.

They were Wolf Breeds. Created in a Lab, raised beneath the cold, unfeeling regard of the scientists, doctors and soldiers a.s.signed there. Their DNA had been re-engineered at conception, their s.e.x determined, their strength enhanced, their senses altered. She wondered if even the scientists who created them had known what to expect. She knew the soldiers that hunted them now could have no idea what they were walking into.

Faith watched the soldiers move silently along the mountain face. She held the automatic rifle close. She watched them with narrow-eyed intent, remembering so many more like them. The soldiers at the Labs. Those who held her down as Bainesmith injected her with the drugs that tortured her body, drove her insane with need. The same soldiers who had viciously whipped her brother Aiden weeks before that for halting their attempt to rape her. Soldiers who had in every way made the Pack members' lives h.e.l.l. They all deserved to die.

For the moment, the soldiers weren't moving in her direction, thankfully. There were two teams, six men in each, scouring the lower point of the mountain. She was reasonably confident they wouldn't find her, but one never knew. She fingered the trigger. They would be so d.a.m.ned easy to take out. She could blow their heads off with one bullet and no one would miss them. They were evil. Black hearted, inhuman, more animal than they claimed she was.

She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her system, the rage and anger filling her. They were there to destroy her, to destroy her Pack, and she was supposed to have mercy. Have mercy to ensure the approval of a government that had secretly backed the horror of the Genetics Labs. Have mercy to ensure her own survival. She was rapidly running out of mercy.

"You okay, Faith?" Jacob's voice was a soft intrusion in the headset she wore.

She breathed in deeply. She fought to still the raging beat of her heart, the hatred that made her want to cover the forest in bullets. Screams resounded in her ears, memories, dark and brutal, threatened to rise up to swamp her.

"Aidan, take her position-"

"Leave off," she hissed into the mic. "I'm in control, Jacob."

Her voice was hard and cold. For a second she imagined the flare of heat and anger her tone would bring to his eyes. Another hard breath. This wasn't the time to allow the anger to take control of her, to let her emotions surge so dangerously.

"Three are breaking off, heading up the mountain," she reported, watching the camouflaged figures closely as they moved through the forest. "Looks like advanced scouts."

They couldn't afford to let them get too far up the mountain. The cabins, though well hidden, were not impossible to find. They were out of Pack territory though, so that made it harder to secure their location, and their safety.

"I have them." Aidan's voice had her lips twisting in anger. Of course, he was closer, but it was the need for violence that spurred her disappointment.

"Let's see if we can't find a way to push them back without a confrontation, or giving ourselves away," Jacob told them quietly. "I don't relish the thought of finding another mountain to hide in. We don't strike unless they break the perimeters of the cabins. Remember that."

The reminder was directed at her, Faith knew, it was also an order to move.

Staying low, she began a slow path parallel to that of the soldiers moving in a canva.s.sing motion through the forest. As though they expected to find one of them hiding behind a tree. Or up a tree, or in a bush. They were morons.

She kept her eyes on them, the rifle ready, her finger on the trigger. She bit her lip, wishing this mission were over, that Wolfe and his mate were safe so she could return home, return to the comforts she had surrounded herself with. They were cold comforts. Replacements for the man who had never returned, but for now, they were all she had.

The mark on her shoulder throbbed in reminder. Jacob's mark. Her blood thundered, her c.u.n.t clenched. Faith fought to breathe. She had done that before. When the merciless b.a.s.t.a.r.ds injected her with their drugs, making her body and her mind betray her. Her pulse thundered, rioted as arousal, stark and all consuming, filled her once again at the memory.

Her breath hitched.

"Faith." His voice was soft, gentle, but she could hear the command beneath the tone. "Fall behind me, Faith."

"I'm fine," she whispered, almost stumbling as the dark memories poured over her.

Was it reality or a dream? How often had she questioned her memories of that evening? Jacob, his voice hard and dark, thick from his need as he touched her. His hands hadn't been rough, yet neither had they been gentle. His mouth had been ravenous, his tongue destructive, sweeping over her c.u.n.t, plunging into her v.a.g.i.n.a.

Then his hands, harder, rougher as he turned her, positioning her before him, preparing her, not for the invasion she had expected, but one more primal, and much more dominate than she had ever expected.

A sound to her right, faint but warning, had her turning in alarm. The heavy male body tackled her. For a moment, Faith didn't know if it was reality or memories that had her falling beneath the heavy weight as hard hands groped at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She could hear Jacob screaming in her ear, the retort of gunfire, the screams of wounded.

She dropped the rifle, twisting away from the heavy weight as she came to her feet, her dagger falling into her hand from the sheath at her thigh. She grinned as she faced the b.a.s.t.a.r.d who aimed his rifle at her face.

Fury, thick and hot surged through her veins as she snarled, giving him a clear view of her healthy canines. She almost terrified herself with her daring as she growled low and threatening. Death didn't frighten her now, not anymore. All the wasted years that stretched ahead of her, deprived of her mate, did though.

"Do it," she whispered. "You die either way."

His finger tightened on the trigger. Faith flinched as a shot broke the sudden silence, and blood sprayed around her. Not her blood. The soldier's blood. She stood still, silent as he fell to her feet, his eyes wide in surprise.

Breathing heavily, she looked up. Jacob stood tall and fierce thirty feet from her. His eyes were narrowed in fury; his face chiseled from cold hard marble as he took in the blood that she knew marred her face and neck. He inhaled deeply, growling with a low, primal sound that echoed in her womb. His light blue eyes glittered in his dark face, his expression so taut it was savage.

She backed up.

"Go." His voice carried a ring of fury, l.u.s.t, and pain. "We have to get to the cabins. These are Bainesmith's soldiers. I'll deal with you later."

Chapter Two.

Dr. Delia Bainesmith was dead. That was all that mattered now. The evil she spread with her human DNA re-engineering was over. The cruel, malicious pleasure she found in their pain had been put to an end. And now, with Hope curled on his lap, Wolfe was finally reunited with the mate he had given up six years before.

His second in command and Enforcer of Pack Security, Jacob, turned from them, fighting the alternating joy and envy he felt for his leader. Wolfe had nearly waited too long to claim the woman he had been forced to leave. Now, they would be able to make up for those years they had lost.

Jacob refused to look back at the couple as he left the cabin. Anger and need rode him hard, arousal was a steady beat of blood in his c.o.c.k to torment and torture him. But it wasn't the woman Wolfe held that kept Jacob's body in a constant state of readiness. It was the one who awaited him outside.

As he closed the door behind him, Faith moved from her position at the end of the house, her black eyes watching him warily as he stalked toward her. She was a Wolf Breed, the slender, compact lines of her body were lightly muscular, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s high and firm beneath the black T-shirt she wore with black jeans. Her reddish brown hair was a raggedly cut cap of silk and framed her slender face in a way that gave her a vulnerable, untouchable look.

"They're all right?" she asked as he neared her.

Jacob growled, baring his teeth in warning as she stepped back from him. She was always stepping back, never forward.

"Were they not, you would have known," he bit out, furious with her once again.

"Well, bite me, why don't you," she snapped, her brows lowering in a frown. "It was a reasonable question."

"From a most unreasonable female," he accused her harshly. "Return to the cabin and rest. You have not slept in days and I'm tired of the shadows under your eyes."

The shadows, and the light of fear that haunted her gaze ate into his soul. She was still small, delicate, the sight of her made him tremble in hunger. The thought of how he must have hurt her before made him shudder in fear.