Lynxar Series: Boxed Set (Books 14-19) (Superhero Romance - Werewolf Romance)

by Hart, Melissa F.

  “That's my good girl,” he whispered, and she felt him fumble with his jeans. He pressed the wet tip of his cock against the burning skin of her rear, and she fought not to squirm away. He was smearing the wetness there across the flesh of her buttocks, and the thought that he was marking her made her even hotter.

  “Oh look at you,” he whispered, sliding his cock along her wet slit. “Look at this, it looks like I can just slide right in, doesn't it?”

  She bit down on a groan as he matched action to words. She was already so aroused that he slipped in easily, and for a moment, she simply stood still, panting and loving the feel of him inside her.

  “We... we can't take much longer,” she managed, and she could sense him smiling behind her.

  “You're very right,” he agreed, and he wrapped his hands around the sharp bones of her hips.

  The first two strokes were slow, but then when she made to hurry him along again, he gave up all pretense of being a gentleman and started pounding into her. She had to brace herself against the brick wall to prevent herself from being slammed into it, and the thought that this was a mere fraction of his strength excited her even further.

  Vicky closed her eyes and focused on the bright tremors of pleasure inside her. She thought of how exposed she was, how easy it would be for someone to see her, to remember her face twisted with passion, and her rear blazing red from her spanking. She thought of her husband, pounding into her in a filthy alley, and just because he was invisible didn't mean that she was. Her position, so dirty and wanton and free excited her and pushed her straight over the edge. She whimpered instead of screaming like she wanted to, and Bryan growled encouragement in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was and how wet and ready she was for him, for his cock.

  He finished with one powerful thrust, and she could feel his cum inside her. They rested for a moment, and then slowly, Bryan pulled back out of her. When she had the breath to turn around, he was fading back into existence, and she reached out to touch him while he was still semi-translucent. He was an extraordinary man and an extraordinary lover, and he smiled ruefully at her.

  “Feel better?” he asked, and she nodded. She did. There was a tension leached out of the air, and though she winced a little when she pulled up her panties, she was ready to face the world again.

  As it turned out, when they exited the alley, the world was ready to face them, and it occurred in the form of a small, sweet-faced and plump woman named Apple Muldoon.

  Chapter Three

  Apple’s gaze wandered between Bryan and Vicky, and if she wondered at their flushed faces and Vicky's rumpled skirt, she didn't say anything.

  “Vicky? Bryan? What are you two doing here?”

  “We need you,” Bryan said bluntly. “We're losing, and we need to put you next to the book so that you can do your thing.”

  “But Lynxonna said...”

  “Change of plans,” Vicky said briskly, leading her back to car. “The angels had no interest in dealing fairly, and with one thing and another, well, their ships are crashed and now we're fighting them.”

  “We?”

  “All of the superheroes, including your husband,” Bryan supplied. “We need you to do your trick and even the playing field.”

  Apple slid into the front seat while Bryan got in the rear. Vicky smiled at her warmly, noting how Apple cradled the slight bulge of her belly.

  “Are you and the kid going to be okay?”

  Apple nodded firmly, her eyes flashing bright defiance. “Don't you start with me,” she said warningly. “I'm pregnant, not fragile. The kid and I are fine.”

  “Wouldn't dream of it,” Vicky said reassuringly, and when Apple was seat belted in, she grinned. “You're not afraid of speed, are you?”

  As soon as she saw Apple nod, she shoved the car into high gear.”

  “Oh my god!” Apple yelped as they maneuvered down the street. “You're a maniac!”

  “A maniac who has taken every course the city has to offer on offensive driving,” Vicky laughed. “Come on, we've got a battle to catch!”

  The problem was that the car would only take them so far. The closer they got to the park, the more congested the roads became, and finally, Vicky, after threading her car through the narrowest of spots, screeched to a stop and parked.

  “End of the line,” she announced, getting out. “There's nothing else to do but walk.”

  “Right,” Bryan agreed. “Apple and I are walking into the park, and you're walking away.”

  Vicky's eyes snapped green fury, and she rounded on her husband. “Like hell,” she shot back. “I can handle myself, and I will keep myself and Apple if necessary safe.”

  She started to say more, but then Bryan grabbed her. There was a desperation to his eyes that hadn't been there before, and she was struck by how frightened he looked. Bryan, despite being quieter than Lynxar or Lynxonna or Archer, was fearless with a quiet strength that went deep inside him. Now, though, she could see that he was terrified.

  “This is bad,” he said intently. “I have an idea of how bad it could be, and I know Apple does too...”

  Vicky glanced at Apple, whose round face was solemn and tense with fear. Apple held the last of the light of Naith, the planet that the angels had destroyed. Those same angels were attacking the city, with the heroes being the only thing between them and certain destruction. Vicky could tell that Apple knew very well what kind of fate might be in store for Earth, and she nodded.

  “Fine,” she said. “I won't come with you, I promise.”

  Bryan looked at her warily. “That doesn't sound like you,” he said hesitantly.

  She laughed. “I know I distract you when you fight,” she said. “Go on. I don't want to keep you two.”

  She started to turn but Bryan caught her up in a fierce kiss. She didn't want to delay them, but she couldn't stop herself from grabbing him up in a tight embrace. She wanted to memorize every bit of his body, of the way that it felt on hers, and she knew that was what was at stake this time.

  Vicky didn't say be safe or come back to me.

  “I love you,” she said, because that was all she needed to say, and he kissed her on the cheek, as solemn as he had been on their wedding day.

  “I love you,” he repeated, and then he took Apple Muldoon's hand and started for the park.

  Chapter Four

  There were countless angels dead. They lay wracked on the ground, broken and beaten, some torn apart by vicious strength, some with their throats ripped out by wolf's jaws and some pierced with energy in the shape of an arrow. Some were perfect in shape, as beautiful as Renaissance marble statues, but most were simply burned wrecks, barely shaped to look anything like a person any more.

  There were so many dead, and so many dying, and it wasn't enough.

  Lynxar knew that they were losing. He struck down one angel simply to find two more in its place, and even his legendary endurance was waning. The swarm swept up to the sky, hovering again. He wondered if they were resting between attacks, if they could rest while they hovered above. He hated them with a kind of dullness that he had not had at the beginning of the battle, and now he simply stood up straight, letting the sweat that soaked his violet hair and his skin dry a little.

  The sun was setting, and he wondered if this was what his forefathers had felt before the end, before they were engaged in a battle they knew they could not win.

  He spun around in a half-crouch when he heard a sound behind him, but he relaxed when he saw the grey wolf form of Bellaron. It wasn't so long ago that they had been at each other's throats, but now he only nodded at the other man.

  Bellaron shifted his form when he came close, and he became a tall broad-shouldered man. Lynxar and Bellaron were of a size, though Lynxar was thicker through the chest and arms. Where Lynxar had purple hair, however, Bellaron was dark, and where Lynxar greeted people with a broad grin, Bellaron was more likely to smirk.

  “I bid you greeting, friend, and I will
give your people my respect for how long they stood against these foes.”

  “It didn't do them much good,” Bellaron said bitterly. “They fell, didn't they? They fell like we're falling now.”

  “Take hope,” Lynxar urged. “This place and this planet are far more stalwart than you might believe, and things are different now than when they were attacking your home.”

  “Naith... we were not warriors on Naith,” Bellaron admitted. “We were poets and artists... chefs, as I am now myself. I'm beginning to think, though, that it does not make a difference what we are. We were made to fall.”

  Lynxar frowned and reached out to take Bellaron's arm roughly. The man from Naith looked at him angrily, but he did not draw away.

  “Listen,” Lynxar said urgently. “I did not arrive to help your planet, but I am here now, and you are here, as are Lynxonna and Archer. We stand between the destruction they wish on this planet, and we can stand against them. This is something we must do.”

  “Look, I'm not going to run away,” Bellaron snapped. “I'm just saying that I'm a realist about this.”

  “Then be realistic about the fact that a new piece has entered the game,” Lynxar said with a sudden grin, and Bellaron frowned until he scented something familiar in the air.

  His nose confirmed what Lynxar's telepathy had told him, and he spun around, sprinting for the rise. A glance upwards told him that the angels were still hovering, still poised to strike but not there yet, and he ran.

  Making their way across the green were Bryan and Apple, and he paused long enough to sweep Apple protectively into his arms before glaring at Bryan.

  “Why the hell have you brought her here?” he demanded. “Was an infestation of angels not enough for you in terms of danger?”

  “I told him to bring her,” Lynxar supplied, coming up behind them. “Bellaron, we need her skills.”

  “And I want to be here,” Apple said firmly. “Bellaron, we didn't know this thing was going to be so big when you left this morning.”

  Bellaron felt something inside him shake at the idea that the world had seemed so safe that morning. Now, with sunset dyeing the park in shades of red and orange, the world felt like it was on the verge of ending, and the exhaustion that settled over him was profound.

  “Apple...”

  “Kashan...”

  The endearment stilled him, and he stared at her. “You called me...”

  “Yes. It's a Naith word. Remember, I'm not just your wife.”

  She was also the light of Naith, the last remnant of energy from a doomed planet that had followed Bellaron to Earth, and now she called him beloved in the language that he knew first. It struck him dumb, and she nodded.

  “This is my world, and I would not have it destroyed,” she said, her voice steel. “I will be a part of this, whether you allow me to be or no.”

  Bellaron drew a breath to argue, and then he simply nodded. He dropped another kiss on her head, and though he would have liked to simply stand above her and shield her forever, he stepped back.

  “I take it you have a plan?” he asked Lynxar, who nodded.

  “That book, it can transform us all,” he said. “Changing just you might be enough, but changing us all, that could bring an end to this, couldn't it?”

  Apple nodded slowly. “It could,” she said, “but I think with so many, the power might work more slowly. I... I don't want anyone to be vulnerable while we transform each of you. With Lynxonna once, and with the transformations that I've helped Bellaron with, the more people who are transformed, the slower it gets.”

  “It's a risk we'll have to take,” Lynxar said. “We simply need to bring the book to you.”

  “We do know where the book is, right?” asked Bryan. “The last time I saw it, Lynxonna had it and she was waving it around like she was playing capture the flag.”

  “They all lunged for her,” Bellaron agreed, “but we soon broke them off and fractured their attack. I know she still has it. This swarm won't beat her.”

  Lynxar nodded slowly, as if coming to a decision. “All right then. Bryan, you are the freshest, so you will come with me to find Lynxonna. We'll bring her and Archer back here with the book. Bellaron, guard Apple. The book is no good if Apple is taken.”

  So saying, the purple-haired hero and the Ghost left, Bryan dissolving into invisibility again.

  “Come over here,” Bellaron said, pointing toward the remains of a toppled gazebo. The roof was partially intact, and there was some shelter from the sky there. He thought that they might be undisturbed for a moment, and he drew her into a rough embrace again when they were slightly protected.

  “Are you all right?” he murmured into her hair. “Are you and the child well?”

  Apple chuckled a little, and if her eyes were a little damp, well, both of them were willing to ignore it.

  “Just fine,” she whispered. “I'm terrified, but I think a little terror now is worth it to avoid feeling nothing at all later.”

  Bellaron nodded, and she could feel all of the weariness of the world in his frame. In response, all she could do was hug him closer, trying to be as close to him as she could while she could.

  “It'll be fine,” she said, not more than half believing it herself. “It will be fine. Earth is not Naith, and we will be fine.”

  There was a deep groan from inside his chest, and he clung to her tightly. He had already lost everything in his world once, she knew, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like for him to lose it all over again.

  “It'll be okay,” she whispered. “You and I and our child will be fine. The angels will be gone, and our friends will be around us. We will be safe and we will be happy. I promise you, Kashan.”

  “Why are you calling me that?” he asked softly. “Why today?”

  “Because you are my beloved, no matter what the language we speak. I held off on it for fear that it would hurt you. I know that is what your first wife called you.”

  A shadow of pain passed over Bellaron's face, and she knew that ache, for a wife and a child who had perished on a world far away, would always be with him. She did not begrudge him his pain; she only held his hand until it passed.

  “I don't know what we will do if we cannot beat them,” he said finally, and she looked up, meeting his eyes.

  “We will,” she said, and it had the force of a royal decree.

  She took his hand and placed it over her belly. There was only a gentle roundness there as of yet, and she thanked God that she wasn't further along.

  “We will come through this, all three of us, and we will be magnificent.”

  “A child forged in battle, and a mother who is a world,” Bellaron murmured, dropping a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “What man could ask for more?”

  She allowed herself to be held for another moment, but then motion in the sky above caught her attention.

  “Bellaron, they are coming,” she whispered, and he nodded.

  “I will hold them off,” he said. “I will keep you safe, I swear.”

  Before her eyes, his limbs stretched and his face lengthened, and in a handful of moments, it was an enormous gray wolf that stood beside her. Bellaron nudged her to the back of the gazebo's shelter and stepped forward so that he was shielding her.

  The angels, some perfect, more burnt, swooped closer, and Apple wondered if that was why they needed the book, to return their comrades to the shapes that they had had before. Then she shook her head. She didn't care; there were dead people who had suffered for their greed, and she thought she would see every one of them dead as long as it kept her, her child and her husband safe.

  The angels began to dive, and Bellaron sent up a howl that chilled her to her very soul.

  Chapter Five

  “That's seventeen for me, then, and how many for you, friend Archer?”

  Archer wiped some of the sweat from his brow and shook his head. “Only fifteen for me since we started counting, Lynxonna. You're still ahead.”
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br />   Lynxonna laughed, as comfortable tearing apart angels as she was attending a city council meeting with her husband. When the battle began, she had been wearing jeans and a fashionable blouse, but now she was splattered with dirt, mud and blood and still looked to be having the time of her life.

  There was something savagely beautiful about her, and for a single moment, Archer felt a kind of love for her he had never felt for anyone before. It was more akin to the worship one might have a for a goddess, because no one could come before his wife and his daughter, and he shivered as Lynxonna put her hands on her hips and whistled at the angels circling above.

  “Come down and fight, you cowards,” she shouted. “Surely there are more of you that have some spleen?”

  “I certainly hope not,” Archer responded, shaking out his fingers. He had been shooting so long that his hands were cramping, and every moment's respite was one that he needed. “Cause frankly, when it comes to, uh, spleen, I'm running on empty right now.”

  Lynxonna's smile never dimmed, but she nodded as well. “We cannot keep this up forever,” she agreed, staring up at the angels. “We will fight into the night, when their flight gives them the advantage over us, and if nothing changes, by morning, we will be dead.”

  “You speak so calmly about it,” Archer growled. “You have a husband, same as I have a wife and a daughter, and you talk like that.”

  Lynxonna turned her face to him, and yes, there was some kind of inhuman beauty there that made him respect Mayor Mike McIntyre even more. If a man could live with that kind of beauty every day and not get overwhelmed, he was on to something.