Winter Warriors

by Denise A. Agnew

  His lips took hers again, while his hand came up to cup her breast. He kept it there, shifting his fingers against her fabric-covered flesh, plumping the fullness with tender movements until she moaned into his mouth. Over and over he lingered on her breast as he circled around her nipple but never touched it.

  Mac’s touch explored, sliding down to caress her hip, her outer thigh. When he touched her knee, she jumped. He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with humor. Moments later his fingers slid to her inner thighs, taking place of his leg. Each touch tempted her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, begging him to finger her sex and rub her clit. Moisture rushed from her. She’d never felt so wet and ready before in her life.

  With slow deliberation, he slipped his hands under her sweater and unhooked her front clasp bra. As her breasts slipped free, he cupped one globe tenderly.

  His cheeks flushed, his pupils dilated, and she watched his passion unfold. What could be more erotic than a man absorbed in making love to a woman, every thought, every danger relegated to nothing under his touch?

  He moved his thumb over her left breast, a continual motion that sent shards of pleasure darting straight to her aching sex. She gasped as her nipple hardened into a tight nub of screaming delight.

  Tonguing the underside of one breast, he massaged the other with gentle fingers. He circled her nipples until she wanted to scream.

  “Oh, man, that’s wonderful,” he breathed. “I want to suck them.”

  She writhed, hot pleasure making her move. “Mac.”

  Mac plumped both her breasts with agonizingly tender motions of his fingers. Destiny’s thighs clenched together as a spearing ache reached high into her cunt.

  He finally clasped her nipples and strummed, plucking and tugging with a rhythm that made her moan and arch upward into his cupping hands. Seconds later he fluttered his tongue over one nipple.

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered in excitement, her voice going hoarse. “Please do it now.”

  “Gladly.”

  He released her long enough to take off her shoes, and remove her leggings and panties. “How do you want it?”

  His directness fired her excitement. Without a word she turned around until she positioned on palms and knees. To hell with the missionary position right now. She wanted him as deep as she could get him.

  With a deep, sexy chuckle, he palmed her butt cheeks, smoothing his hands over her skin in exquisite rough-soft combination. Sweeping wide over her hips, he cupped her heat. Destiny shimmied against his touch, teasing with the little twitch of her ass. She tilted her pelvis up as she leaned down on her forearms so she presented her cunt fully open for his invasion. She expected the first spearing thrust any second and anticipation made her cream up.

  Instead he slid his fingers through her cream, and she gasped as sensitive folds quivered. She sighed. Each beat of her heart seemed to pump out a song, a demand for assuagement. His fingers darted over her clit and a soft gasp of surprise slipped from her mouth. Again and again his middle finger rubbed and flicked her clit. A continual moan issued from her throat.

  “Please,” she begged with need.

  She heard him tear open a condom package and then a pause as he slipped protection over his cock.

  Then, without another second of torture, his cock wedged through her parted folds.

  He slammed forward.

  She cried out.

  He pulled back immediately and plunged again.

  Destiny made a high-pitched squeal of delight. Her eyes closed and her breath caught in her throat. She accepted the long, thick penetration as her body expanded, opening wide for another thrust, then another.

  Mac slipped one hand up to cup her breast and he clasped her nipple between thumb and finger and began to roll and pluck. She gasped in delight. He reached down and feathered her clit, strumming it with small brushes of his fingers.

  Destiny moaned loudly, unable to withhold her ecstasy as his fingers and cock sent her into a frenzy. She moved in his arms wanting to savor the moment, yet restless to reach the pinnacle hovering out of reach. She pushed back against him, impaling herself with deep lunges onto his cock. He pulled back, and the friction caressed against her walls with a sweet intensity. His fingers kept up the torment, the pluck, strum, and pause driving her crazy.

  Mac slammed forward. She cried out, her fingers digging into the mattress.

  He gasped. “Oh, baby.”

  As she continued her hip movements, swaying with the rhythm, his cock rubbed and stroked places inside her she never realized existed. A new world of joy expanded, forbidden and urgent. Fire built so fast, she knew it wouldn’t be much longer before she came.

  Mac crowded against her rear, reaming her with short stabbing thrusts as he bucked against her like a male determined to seal his ownership on his mate. Her breathing quickened, whimpers of excitement and building orgasm sending her into the stratosphere. A second later melting heat filled her wet channel as climax sent her upward with a scream of delight. Sweet, warm, and quaking deep in her belly, the orgasm tingled through her flesh. She throbbed and burned with pleasure as he fingered her nipple and clit continuously.

  With one last hard thrust, he shouted his climax, the harsh noise of satisfied male. He quivered against her as one moan, then another signaled each blast of cum. He pulled out of her almost immediately, but kept his arms wrapped around her.

  As they separated, their bodies shivering from the completion, Destiny realized she could get used to this kind of sex on a regular basis.

  He turned her in his arms and held her tight. His breathing came rough as he wound down from the exertion. As he tangled his legs with hers, she gloried in his powerful muscles cradling her.

  Mac’s breathing returned to normal, and she absorbed everything about him, memorizing as if she might never see him again. Each characteristic danced in her head and reminded her how lucky she was, being with a man like him. Savoring the power she enjoyed in his arms, she snuggled into his embrace with a sigh.

  A tiny part of her, beyond all the contentment, screamed for reality. She’d started this assignment attracted to him but not foolish. Emotions drove her, whether she preferred or not, to make a decision.

  Yes, she’d experienced the most incredible sex of her life. But maybe their life and death struggle made her imagine her feelings for him went deeper than they honestly did.

  The sobering thought dampened her contentment.

  Knowing many men didn’t like to talk right after sex, she planned on keeping mum. Her mouth didn’t pay any attention. “Remember, we talked about making love in a supply closet.”

  His eyebrows lifted. “Yeah. This was kind of kinky. What did you have in mind for next time?”

  “Leather? Body painting with chocolate.” She paused for effect. “Fishnet hose, on me, of course. A bustier and tiny panties the size of a postage stamp.”

  He laughed again. “Mmm. Sounds wonderful. How about crotchless panties the size of a postage stamp.”

  “It’s a deal.”

  Destiny knew their teasing related as much to delaying reality as it did anything else. For a few seconds they could pretend they didn’t have a mission to complete or a monster to overpower.

  Her body started to fire to life again with a quickness that astonished her. He’d discarded the condom. Licking her lips in ravenous anticipation, she reached down for his cock and wrapped her fingers around it.

  He jerked in her arms and gasped. “Man, baby, what are you doing?”

  Even though she knew the sensation must be a combination of painful and exciting, she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “I’ve got to have you again.”

  “I don’t know if I can—” A squeeze made his breath catch.

  Her stroking picked up pace and within seconds his cock grew stone solid again. Excited, she moved out of his arms and rolled him onto his back. She grabbed a condom and sheathed him.

  “Destiny,” he gasped.

  She didn’t g
ive him time. Instead she slid her aching, wet cunt down over his cock with a slamming motion that made him utter an agonized groan. The glorious sensation made her writhe on top of him like a possessed woman.

  He grabbed her hips and his eyes held surprise and out-of-this-world exhilaration. Mac didn’t expect her to act like a sex-starved maniac, and neither did she. Right now she didn’t care; the entire world could explode and she’d enjoy a front row seat skewered on his strong, hot cock.

  She rode him, her clit throbbing with each movement of his broad length deep inside her. The pleasure surged as she twitched her hips side to side, up and down, riding him faster. Harder.

  Words tumbled from her, a sequence of demands she’d never spoken with such force or demand in her life. “Fuck me! Come on, do it! Harder! Harder! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  Her words fired her senses, erotic delight a part of her pleas. He did as told, his hips coming up and sending his cock higher and farther than before. A growl came from his throat.

  Completion came fast, a force of nature not to be denied.

  Orgasm fired in her clit and her body convulsed as she screamed. Her wail set him off, and with another primordial male rumble, he climaxed, his cock jerking inside her. Her cunt walls tightened and released over him in a series of rippling waves as pure bliss overcame her.

  She collapsed on top of Mac and they lay inert. Waves of desire didn’t die with climax, but continued to rise inside her like a stirring firestorm ready to ignite at a moment’s notice.

  “Now I can say I’ve really had the hell fucked out of me,” he said.

  Destiny laughed. Her face felt hot, but not from embarrassment. She touched her face and realized her entire body flushed from tremendous heat. Second by second the heat grew until sweat popped out on her forehead.

  This was weird. Very, very strange.

  “Destiny?” His palm touched her forehead. “What’s going on? You’re burning up.”

  When she touched her face again she could feel the burning heat. “You’re right, this is weird.”

  She stood and pulled on her clothes, her thoughts chaotic rather than relaxed from a session of mind-altering sex.

  Before she could discuss what they should do next, her vision narrowed and she felt the world closing in on her. “Mac. Mac, something is happening.”

  And the night found her, blocking her sight.

  “Destiny!” Mac reached for her before she toppled over. “Damn it!”

  As he gathered her into his arms and put her on the bed, fear lurched into his heart like a monster in a bad dream. She’d turned from beet-red to pale in seconds.

  He took her pulse and found it strong but fast. Her breathing came slowly and evenly. Where seconds ago she’d been hot, now her skin felt cool under his fingers.

  “What is going on?” he asked under breath as he struggled into his clothes.

  Worried, he searched the medical supply cabinet for something like smelling salts. Carrying her would be an option, but he didn’t like the idea of confronting the monster, or whatever the hell it was, with Destiny in his arms.

  Seconds later he located some smelling salts and waved one under her nose. She jerked, and then her eyes blinked open. Before he could move, she sat bolt upright.

  “Easy.” He grabbed her shoulders. “I’m sorry I had to do that. But we’ve got to find a way out of here. Are you all right? You scared the hell out of me.”

  Destiny looked dazed, but she nodded. “That was so weird. How long was I out?”

  “Only a couple of minutes.” He felt her forehead again. “The fever is gone, just like that. This doesn’t make sense.”

  She rubbed her temples, then her right arm. When she looked down at the small scrape on her upper arm, she gasped. “Would you look at this?”

  Mac examined her skin through the torn sweater sleeve. The area around the scrape looked raw and red. “Infection already? I wonder if this is what’s causing the fever.”

  “How could I spike a fever like that in seconds, then have it disappear? Does that happen?”

  “Not that I know of. We’re getting you out of here and obtaining medical attention for you ASAP.”

  “I’m fine. There’s no reason to get excited about this.” Where moments ago they’d been engaged in high-powered sexual activity, now she felt like braining him. “Just chill.”

  His glare said it all. He didn’t like the sudden change in attitude.

  Hyper-aware of everything around her, the air seemed thick with oxygen, almost too hard to breath. Her pulse seemed to drum in her veins with unusual clarity. All along her arms she felt an odd prickling sensation.

  And the desire to make love again.

  It was then she understood everything in one sickening, disturbing second.

  She stood, her legs feeling like wet linguini. “Oh, no.”

  Mac stood right along with her, concern replacing any frustration in his eyes. “What is it?”

  “I think I know what’s wrong.” Her gaze darted over him, a screaming need to reach out and touch him, fondle his muscles and jump on his cock foremost in mind. She struggled to speak. “It’s the Black Widow Formula.”

  “What?”

  She could feel the desire rising inside her like a dark cloud, demanding she free his cock from those jeans once again. Moisture heated her cunt, and she knew when he sunk into her wet depths, her orgasm this time might blow off the top of her head. She struggled with the words, knowing if she didn’t do something fast, his life would be in danger. Rage mingled with a half dozen emotions as she struggled with them.

  Putting her hand out, she held him at bay. “It’s not safe to be near me. I think I’ve got…somehow I’ve been injected with the Black Widow Formula. Look at this area on my arm. A quick, messy stab with a needle.”

  At first his face showed confusion, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Instead, he sat on the bed. “That can’t be.”

  “Somehow it is. All I can think about right now is rage and hurt and an incredible desire to make love to you again.” Tears surged into her eyes as she struggled with her feelings scaling one direction to the other. “None of that makes sense all at one time. And I’m getting hot again.” She grabbed her weapon and handed it to him. “Here, take this. I can’t be trusted with it.”

  For several seconds Destiny watched him rolling options over in his mind. He stood, his face now a mask of business. He stuffed her weapon in his back waistband. “All right, if you think that’s what is happening, how did you get injected?”

  She held her arm up. “Probably while I was lying unconscious after I fell.”

  “Jordan?”

  She shrugged. “Maybe.” Fear reared its head and threatened to overrule her training and all her instincts for survival. “Mac? If it comes to it, don’t hesitate to use your weapon. Don’t spare me like we have Jordan. We don’t know what this thing does to women when it’s all said and done. I don’t want to live like that creature. Please?”

  He shook his head, his eyes now revealing sorrow and some fear. “That’s not going to happen to you.”

  “It probably will.”

  His fists clenched at his side, and the low beam from the flashlight caught the movement. “No. No, damn it!”

  While she digested his vehemence, another thought came to her. “It explains all this sex.”

  Renewed perturbation altered his face, made dark with shadow. “All this sex?”

  “We were bonking like rabbits and I’ve never felt this horny in my life.”

  “You think we had sex because of the Black Widow Formula?”

  She didn’t hesitate, her idea firm. “Yes.”

  Disappointment joined with confusion on his face. “Maybe we should talk about this after we get you back to the lab and get an antidote inside you.”

  Mac’s jaw tightened until his teeth hurt. At least she let me down easy. Sarcasm simmered on his lips. He’d confessed feelings for her, she’d screwed hi
m, and now she said the hormone did it all. A myriad of emotions threatened, all of them deep with worry for Destiny’s condition and anger with her for rejecting him this way. He decided he’d buck up for now. Emotional entanglements or not, they must get out of here alive.

  If anything happened to Destiny, he didn’t know if he wanted to live.

  “Let’s search again and see if we can’t find another way out of here. If the door won’t open, maybe we need alternative means.”

  Seconds later he spotted a vent high on one wall near the south side of the room. “Bingo.”

  “But we have no idea where this goes.”

  He shrugged. “Do you see any other way we’re getting out of here?”

  With a sigh of resignation, she said, “No.”

  After rummaging around for several more minutes, they located a screwdriver to undo the vent screws.

  He reached in his waistband and gave Destiny her weapon back. “Here. We’ll have to take the chance you won’t shoot me.”

  She looked reluctant to accept the gun, but maybe his grim expression made her accept it. “Let’s just hope I don’t need to shoot anyone.”

  “Ditto.” He checked his weapon and picked up his flashlight. “Looks like your flashlight has had it. We’ll have to rely on one now.”

  “What if we come upon Jordan again?”

  “We can’t take chances. We’ll have to shoot to kill.” He pulled a chair under the vent and used the screwdriver to undo the large vent opening. He allowed the cover to fall to the floor with a harsh clang. “Let’s find out if she’s still out there.”

  When he stepped down from the chair Destiny grabbed his arm, her strength more palpable. “Wait. Look, I didn’t mean to sound so callous a moment ago when I was talking about us and sex. I just don’t think we ought to read too much into it.”

  Go ahead; pound the nail in deeper, sweet Destiny. He frowned. “No, we shouldn’t read too much into it.” With a tug he pulled his arm free. “Let’s do it.”

  She stepped onto the chair and reached for the vent.