by JL Oiler
They were simply checking out the second attack scene looking for clues as to who or what could be behind this whole mess. He’d been crouched overtop the male victim looking at the ragged tearing injuries when the damn man opened his white glazed eyes and stabbed a hypodermic needle straight into John's chest, missing his heart by a fraction of an inch. Which he was certain was the creature’s intention. Damn zombies. He hated those things far worse than all the other things they hunted. Zombies were not only deadly and devious, but they fucking stank.
It turned out that this one also wasn’t alone. When the creature let out its foul battle cry, three more burst out from their hiding places beneath a stack of discarded boxes. So as John snapped the neck of the bait, the rest of the team stayed occupied in a battle of their own. It was in that time whatever that bastard injected into him began to seriously fuck with him. Whatever poison this was something his body, even the beast side, could fight off. Thank God the thing had missed his heart. Otherwise he was certain he would be dead before they reached the Nest. As it was, he felt like he was dying anyhow, at least he’d have a chance to see Thorn one last time. She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen and he got confirmation when the medical gurney broke the doors of the medical lab and she leaned over him.
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Thorn took a damp washcloth and wiped the sweat from John's face as Hark helped the doctor securely fasten him to the table with thick metal restraints. He was undressed from the waist up and Thorn could see a dark red mark on his chest that appeared to be growing by the second. From what she gathered in overhearing the report, zombies attacked the team and one had intentionally injected some foreign substance into John's chest.
She watched as Hough grabbed the syringe she’d seen him loading earlier and shoved it through John's chest directly into his heart. Instantly he began to seize, his body stiffening and jerking about violently as his eyes rolled back in his head. Shit, this was bad, very bad.
“I need 10mg of valium stat,” Dr. Hough told her as he continued to push the blue-tinted substance.
Thorn dropped the washcloth on the floor and jumped to get the medication that translated to a liquid nap. Grabbing the prefilled syringe from the drug box, a thought struck her. How had Hough known he would need the medication he was currently administrating to John? A sickening feeling knotted her stomach as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. Obviously the doctor knew things he wasn't sharing. Bringing the valium filled needle back to the table, she watched carefully as Hough pushed the drug and John’s seizures stopped.
“What’s going on?” Thorn asked, looking directly at Dr. Hough.
“He was injected with a mixture of silver, sulfur, and barium. The combination breaks down the viral attachment between the various strands of DNA.” He told her, slipping off his latex gloves and tossing them in a nearby trashcan.
All right, that all sounded like a bunch of scientific mumbo-jumbo she would never understand, but it also wasn’t exactly what she’d been asking. Instead of calling him out on the preload of the blue stuff, Thorn turned her attention back to John. There would be time later to corner the man on what was happening around here.
“He’ll need to remain sedated for at least twenty-four hours to allow his body to regenerate and to heal any internal damage. I suggest having a guard on standby in case the breakdown managed to affect his mind,” Hough said before exiting the room.
“I’ll tell the General,” Beamer said, moving to follow the man out of the room, leaving Thorn and the remaining two members of John’s team standing around his unconscious body.
“Are you two ok, ” Thorn asked, looking at the two men who both looked as though they’d been through the ringer.
“Yes, thank you,” Hark offered as he scratched his head and pulled a hard metal stool over near the edge of the bed. “Our injuries will be healed within the hour. Rose will be all right too, Thorn. I am certain of it.”
She smiled at the battle wary soldier as he took a seat alongside his Sergeant and friend. Thorn liked he and Bell. She wasn’t so certain about Beamer. She knew from some of the conversations between her and John over the past week he felt the same. He trusted these two and that was enough for her.
“The doctor knew what John was injected with before the alarm sounded that you were coming in,” Thorn told Hark and waited with her hand against John’s head for his reaction.
“What do you mean? How could he?”
“I don’t know. I came in just to make certain the room was ready in case we needed it and to make me feel as though I was doing something other than just standing around. Dr. Hough was already in here talking to someone on his cell and drawing up that blue stuff he shot John up with.”
Hark looked at her quiet for a moment and then at the empty syringe the doctor left sitting on the counter.
“None of us called in other than on the radio to say we were coming in hot with a man down.” Hark jumped to his feet and paced quickly around the room as both Thorn and Bell watched him. “Which means the doctor already knew the enemy was going do this. He knew what it was and when it was going to happen.”
Thorn wanted to feel vindicated in her suspicions but with John lying strapped to that damn bed, she didn't feel happy at being right.
“You stay here with the Sergeant. We’re going to see the General and get to the bottom of this,” Hark ordered as both he and Bell headed out the door.
Left alone, Thorn took the stool Hark vacated and put her hand in John's. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the cot and sighed. The feeling of his fingers curling around hers made her smile as she raised her head to see his amber eyes looking at her somewhat confused.
“Hey babe. How are you feeling?” Thorn asked, brushing a kiss to top of his fingers.
“Where is everyone?” he asked hoarsely while pulling at the restraints. “Why am I tied down?”
“Hark and Bell went to talk with General Striate. They had to give you some sort of antidote to whatever that monster injected into you. It caused a seizure. The doctor want to keep you sedated for a few hours so you can heal.” She told him quietly then wondered why she was whispering.
“Bullshit. Untie me.”
“I want you to stay right where you're, Sergeant. At least until I know for certain you’re back to one hundred percent,” the General told him loudly as he stepped through the door, Hark and Bell close behind along with a set of guards.
CHAPTER TEN
John was tired but this was the last place he wanted to rest. It was cold, smelled of rubbing alcohol and it was too damn bright. The only good thing was the fact Thorn still held his hand. Blinking and shaking his head a bit, he tried to clear the cobwebs in his head and recall what brought him here. The last thing he fully remembered was snapping the supposed victim’s neck after it shoved something into his chest. Everything from there on was fuzzy glimpses with bits and pieces of conversations.
“What’s going on, General?” He asked weakly as a new wave of fatigue pulled at him.
“It appears I’m not the first Commanding Officer of a team such as yours, Sergeant. Neither are you all the first attempt to make such a team. The good Doctor has a lot to explain and once you have recovered, I'll fill each of you in on what information we were all denied.”
“Until then were going to make certain you get some rest,” Hark said as he began unfasten the restraints. “Let’s get you back to your own bed and out of this damn place.”
Hark and Bell moved to assist him as he sat up slowly and slid off the bed. John’s head spun and his knees buckled as he stood. Luckily, both men had his back and caught him.
“We gotcha, Sarg. And Thorn's going to stay with you in case you need anything,” Bell told him as they moved at a snail like pace out the door and down the corridor toward his room.
“Let’s get on with it then,” he grumbled as they continued. “If you let me fall I swear I’ll have you scrubbing port-a-potties at the next
community renaissance fair.”
“Damn boss, that’s just cruel,” the youngest member of his team said with a laugh.
They stopped long enough for Thorn to open the door to his room and flip on the light. The two men sat him on the edge of the large bed and waited to make certain he was all right before heading for the door.
“All right boss, you’re home. We’ll see you in a few hours,” Hark said as he stepped out and began to pull the door closed behind him. “And remember, you're supposed to be resting,” he added, giving Thorn a sly knowing grin.
“Yeah, whatever. Now all of you get your ugly asses out of my room,” John said with a laugh as the door closed.
His own bed made him feel a hundred percent better. Thinking about it, he wasn't nearly as weak as he’d been when he woke. All of which made him think of something other than resting while Thorn was in his room. John wanted to be buried deep inside her, to feel Thorn's body tremble around him as he took her over the edge fast and hard.
“Thorn, sweetie. Could you hand me that black duffle from the shelf in the closet?” He asked, smiling as she did what he asked.
“What are you doing?” she questioned and he knew from her tone she’d thought to give him a lecture about needing to rest.
Sitting upright slowly, John was relieved to discover the dizziness had dissipated. Hopefully all the weakness had as well. He patted the mattress beside him and waited for her to join him, taking her by the hair and pulling her mouth to his the moment her butt hit the bed.
“You should be resting,” Thorn chastised though her breathless flushed comment did little to convince him of her sincerity.
“Say you're mine, Thorn. That you're only mine and that you'll give to me what I need and want.” He nearly begged. “Do this and I promise you pleasure unlike any you’ve ever experienced.”
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Thorn’s body fought with her mind. On one hand, she knew John really needed to rest. Hell, he’d damn near died just a little over two hours earlier. On the other, he was obviously feeling just as horny as she was and if needed, she could always let him lay back and let her do all the work. However, she couldn’t see John letting her lead when it came to sex.
“Are you certain you’re up to this?” she asked
In response, John took her hand and ran it across the rise of his pants. She sucked in a breath.. She’d forgotten how large he was.
“I'll,” she whispered, looking up at him a bit afraid of the commitment she knew he was implying. This wasn't a simple request for sex. This was forever. When her brother died, she swore to herself she would never fall in love with a soldier. She never wanted to face the idea he’d be called away never to return. Too bad her heart hadn’t agreed.
Slowly John began to unbutton the blouse she wore, slipping it off and tossing it on the chair in the corner before moving on to her slacks. She raised her butt and stretched her legs out so her could easily slide them off, his hands stroking her thighs and calves as he did. Moments later she sat before him on the bed in only her undergarments and she was thankful for once she’d actually put on her best matched set. How embarrassing would it have been to be in a sports bra and granny panties?
“Do you trust me?” he asked, then smiled as Thorn shook her head yes.
She watched as he reached into the duffle, pulling out two lengths of dark cloth. Raising her eyes questionably, Thorn ran her tongue along her lower lip. She knew he was the dominate type who liked to play rough so she guessed bondage wasn't all that big of a stretch.
He twisted so that he was facing her rather than sitting at her side. John lifted one of the lengths of cloth and used it to cover her eyes, its long length trailed behind her. Thorn felt his weight lift from the mattress but sat silent listening to the soft sound of his footsteps on the tile floor. The scrap of his wooden dresser drawer opening followed, and left her wondering what he planned next, a question which was quickly answered as she felt something stroke against her shoulder and down her arm.
“Is that a feather?” she asked, certain that is was. It had to be.
“Yes.”
“You keep it in your drawer?”
John chuckled, “I brought it back with me from Afghanistan. My unit was travelling north between the Helmand Valley and Bamiyan, one of a dozen missions and Thomas and I were standing up on this mountain top scouting for trouble. We were both standing there wondering if it mattered to anyone over here what we were doing. At that moment, this golden eagle came gliding on the wind, screeching over our heads. As the bird circled us, this came floating down and landed at my feet. I thought it was a sign that what we were doing mattered. I’ve kept it all this time.”
Thorn felt the barbs of the quills vane barely touch along her abdomen and then sweep across the inside of her thighs, the sensation making her shift her position. Millions of chills raked her body and she shivered. The idea she had no clue what he would do next excited her, causing damp, hot moisture to gather across her labia.
John stopped using the feather to touch her, switching instead to the tender caress of his hands and lips. He moved across her ribs and around her back, unfastening the clasp of her bra and allowing it to fall away. He was so gentle, so patient, and it was aggravating the shit out of her. When he reached up and slid the blindfold down, Thorn used the moment to bring out the side of him she wanted, the beast who knew how to take her hard and fast over the edge of all sanity. The sound of the impact of her hand striking John’s cheek echoed through the room and he dropped his jaw.
“If I wanted a gentle man, I would be in bed with a sailor,” she challenged, watching as the fire she enjoyed returned to his eyes along with a smirk that said he understood completely.
****
John growled deep in his chest, pleased that Thorn wanted him exactly as he was, rough, and wild. His intend was to woo her with gentle caresses even though it was outside his character. It was refreshing to find she wasn't a delicate flower who needed or desired a gentle lover but a woman who gave in to the darker, more primal side of her desires. John planned to fill her request completely.
Grabbing hold of the cloth that now hung around her neck, John jerked her toward him, crushing his mouth to Thorn's in a forceful, bruising kiss.
“You’re sexy as hell,” he told her after finally releasing her mouth.
Sliding to his knees on the floor before her, John winked as he slid her panties down past her knees and then off one leg followed by the other. Gripping both her knees, he pushed them wide, providing a clear view of her neatly trimmed pussy.
He used his tongue to lick her cunt from its entrance up to polish the pearl of her clitoris. John gripped her tightly, both hands digging into the flesh of her hips to keep her still as he maintained a deliberately slow pace. He savored her flavor while using his tongue to explore her from inner lips to her outer labia. Once he sampled her fully, John used his fingers to spread her wide.
Pulling the swollen nub into his mouth, John sucked and released repeatedly in rapid succession while sliding three fingers of one hand into her hot cunt, fucking them in and out of her until Thorn began to buck and grind herself against his mouth as she covered her mouth with a hand, hoping to muffle the loud moans. When Thorn reached her free hand down to grip his head tightly, John slide two of his wet fingers across her perineum then forced them past the tight muscles of her ass.
“Oh god, Oh god,” Thorn began to moan loudly as her legs trembled.
Hot cream shot from her cunt causing John to suck her into his mouth as fully as possible so he could drink the results of his efforts while adding another finger to the tight star of her ass. He loved the taste of her on his lips, the sound of her cries and the tightening of her backside. John could hardly wait to bury himself balls deep into one side or the other.
John reached down and used the cloth to pull Thorn up to him, picking her up and moving so that her back was now against the wall, her legs raped around his waist. He stood between
her spread thighs, supporting her weight, his throbbing cock gripped in one hand as he guided it against her trembling opening. He wanted to push inside her and ride her hard until he came. However, he wanted something else as well. John wanted, no needed, to see Thorn submissive to his beast, to know she understood she was his and his alone.
Stepping away from the wall and moving back to his bed, he twisted Thorn’s pliant frame so that she sat on all fours with her back to him and her hands gripping the top of the headboard. He might have to pay replacement cost for this bed, he thought to himself, but it would be worth it.
John smiled wide as he slapped her hard across the rear and she turned her face to look at him through eyes still hooded from her release minutes earlier. He wanted her to see him take her, to know that he found pleasure in the act.
Thrusting hard, he entered her wet cunt with one powerful drive that left him buried to the hilt as she cried out.
“Relax love, I’m just getting started,” he whispered hoarsely as his eyes locked with her hers and she began to writhe slightly.
John began to pump in and out of her, his pace measured and steady as she thrashed in an attempt to take him faster. Slapping her soft, round bottom hard, he chuckled at her. “I set the pace,” he reminded her as he slowed even more.
“Please,” Thorn begged, looking back at him with a look of desperation.
He slapped her ass again before leaning over her body and pushing her shoulders and head down to the pillow. Sliding his hands along her shoulders then around to squeeze and mold her breasts, he continued his leisurely pace, loving her gentle moans and whimpers. John moved his hands further down her body until he rested on her hips. Then he buried his fingers into her flesh and began pounding madly into her as he allowed his beast to come forward so he growled and grunted with each slap of his body against hers.
“Mine,” he roared through clenched teeth while grabbing her by the hair and jerking her upper body forward.