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A flash of light, and suddenly his vision was crystal clear.
Wolfe felt his body morphing. Changing. He dared not move with everything going on above him, but he felt the energy surging through him, along with the pain of his body rearranging itself.
He nearly passed out again, but as he looked up, he watched another squaddie go down, a bullet wound in his head as well. That was all he needed. In a moment, he was on all fours, somehow moving faster than he had ever moved. He galloped toward the nearest enemy combatant. The man never stood a chance.
He smelled the fear of a nearby man laying down with a rifle, and he watched as the rifle began to point toward him. Wolfe was on him before he could fire...
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Still in a daze, he stacked the bodies of the enemy platoon in a neat pile, then took a lighter off of one of the men. He had to hide this. He sat nak*d next to the pile of bodies, watching as some of them still twitched as the fire caressed their bodies. One man regained consciousness enough to start screaming, startling Wolfe out of his shell shocked state. He reached out to the man, trying to pull him from the burning pile. In a moment, however, he saw the blood oozing from the mangled remains of his arms, legs, and torso, and he realized that the man would never survive. A nearby knife provided all the mercy that Wolfe could give the man as it raked across his throat.
Wolfe heard the horrified screams of women and children behind him, but he doubted he would have even understood them if they were speaking English. He dropped the knife and began to stagger away from the bodies and tried to get back to his uniform. He suddenly felt like he hadn't slept in days, and he passed out no more than ten paces from the pile of bodies.
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An hour later, a platoon of infantry rolled up, ten times as armed as the last one had been. The infantry that had been under Wolfe were all dead, killed in their vehicles when the whole road blew up underneath them. Several mothers were crying over their dead children as the soldiers made their way to the sheikh's house. They glared at the soldiers and yelled at them as if the Americans had killed them instead of the bullets of their own people.
The sheikh's house was nothing but rubble, the sheikh and his wife buried alive. The two soldiers at the front of the house were positively identified, but some of the bodies in back would have to be brought back to the base before they could be ID'd. However, in a field of opium behind the house, they found one survivor.
"He's in shock," the field medic stated to the infantry commander. "Who knows what he's gone through? His clothes look like they've been torn from his body, though I see no signs of trauma other than this bullet wound. Even his dog tag chain is broken."
"Get him stabilized and call the chopper, we've got to air lift him out of here as soon as possible," the commander said.
"Sir, what about the people of the village. Some of them are saying something about a 'demon wolf'?"
The infantry commander paused. "Do you know what that means?"
The field medic sighed. "No, sir. And none of the enemies are still alive. We think it might be bombs that burned them, but we're not sure. Whatever got them, it did a thorough job."
"Then let's get our men out of here. If these a**holes are too stupid to work their own bombs properly, then we have no time for them."
The field medic shouted a "Yes, sir!" and got on the radio about the chopper coming in. It wasn't until later that he noted in his after action review that the bodies of the enemy combatants were neatly stacked in a way that couldn't have possibly been from bombs going off.
Chapter 33
"I woke up in a medical tent with perfect memory of what had happened. I never told a soul what really happened until now," Jackson finished. "They had to tie me down at night because I would have nightmares about it. I struck an orderly once and broke his jaw."
He watched Chloe's face, trying to gauge her reaction. Her face was unreadable, only a slight frown creasing her forehead. The insides of his stomach knotted up, afraid she was going to tell him to get out. It had felt good to tell someone the truth, but now that he was finished, he was afraid.
"You were afraid you were going to hurt me, weren't you? That's why you pushed me away at first?" she asked. Jackson nodded.
"I don't want to hurt anyone again. Especially not you."
Chloe reached out a gentle hand, her fingers caressing the curve of Jackson's face. She smiled. "I knew from the moment I met you that you would never hurt me."
He kissed her hand, relief flooding through him. She didn't hate him. She pulled lightly at his chin, raising his face to look at hers.
"You don't hate me then? You're not afraid of me?" Jackson's voice quivered slightly as he looked into her beautiful green eyes.
"No. How could I hate you for defending yourself? Those men were going to kill you. They would have if you hadn't changed." She smiled. "Thank you for telling me. I know it was hard."
Jackson brushed a strand of brown hair off her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. She smiled, and pressed her cheek into his hand. He could feel her heart beating against his skin, strong and sure.
He leaned forward and kissed her. It was just a simple kiss, their lips touching for only a moment, but it held such power Jackson thought his heart might stop.
"I love you, Jackson," Chloe whispered. Her green eyes shone with the truth of her statement.
"I've loved you since the moment I saw you, Chloe. I'll love you forever." His voice failed him at the end, and he simply kissed her again.
Jackson's heart sang. He could be with her. She knew everything and she understood. She was his Fated One and he knew that he would love her until the end of his days.
She slipped her tongue between his lips, tasting him and giving him a taste of herself. The fire in Jackson's blood roared to life. Her scent enveloped him, and the only thing he could think of was her. Her insistent kisses told her she was thinking the same thing.
He was up and out of his chair in a heartbeat, leaning down and kissing her. His big hand wrapped around the side of her face, cradling her as he kissed her. She leaned up into him, allowing the passion to flow from her to him. As he continued to kiss her, she could feel him building up to a frenzy. The scruff of his face tickled hers as his kisses became more and more animalistic.
Soon, he had pulled her to her feet. She jumped up into his huge, muscular arms and wrapped her legs around him, feeling the heat radiating off every inch of his body. His hands supported her ass as she began to grind against him. Her shirt was off in a heartbeat, and his wasn't far behind. She pulled her bra off quickly, allowing their chests to touch. He pressed her against his body, and she loved the feeling of the muscles in his chest.
His fingers dug into her ass through her jeans, and she worked her nails into the hard strength of his back. As she felt her nail draw blood, he seemed to roar. Finally, she thought. He pulled away from the kiss, his golden eyes looking at her with a hunger and intensity that she had never seen before. His hands moved to her sides, and as he lifted, she unraveled herself from him.
In a moment, she was flying through the air, still supported by his strong hands. As she landed on the bed, she squealed with laughter. When she looked up at him, he had no such humor on his face. He was pawing at her pants, and she lifted her h*ps to help him. In another moment, they were down off her ankles. She was glad that she hadn't worn her best panties, because in the next moment he had his hands inside the crotch, tearing them from her body with a loud ripping sound.
She gasped, amazed as his strength and ferociousness. As soon as the remnants of her underwear were off her body, she felt his stubble against her inner thigh. Her hands went to his hair as he began to lick her, lapping at her labia like the thirstiest man in the world. The long strokes of his tongue immediately began to get her worked up, and she writhed into his face. Soon, however, he began to make the strokes shorter and shorter, concentrating on just her nub.
As his tongue began to rapidly flick against her clit, she found herself quickly rising up. The combination of the heat from his body and the sweat that was already forming on the both of their bodies made her super aware of every move that he made. It felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. It felt like heaven.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him, only to see his yellow eyes looking up at her with a lust that could never be sated. He was drinking in her entire body with his eyes, every dimple, every inch of her skin. Her chin tilted up and her eyes rolled back into her head as his efforts intensified.
She, too, felt an animal desire within her. She didn't know if it was related to the werewolf gene, only that he could feel the wolf within him and that it was affecting her thoughts as well. She began to moan in a way that she never had before, just as the first wave of the orgasm hit.
She squeezed her legs together with strength she didn't know she had, drawing him in further. His strong hands moved to hold her at bay as he still licked her furiously. Her h*ps continued to buck as he pleasured her, wave after wave of sheer ecstasy running through her like a drug.
As she began to come down off her orgasm, he abruptly stopped. She caught a flash of his teeth, his incisors grown out to a longer length, just long enough to be noticed. He kept his eyes locked on her as he removed his belt and pulled down his pants. His penis was huge and erect, and she could tell that her body was all that he could think about. As he stood before her for a moment nak*d, she realized that she could never be apart from him again.
He only stood like that for a moment before he was upon her, moving faster than she had ever seen a man move. She heard his guttural growl as he began to kiss her neck, his h*ps arching toward her. She could feel his huge manhood press against her velvet folds, and she yielded to his advances. In a moment, he was within her, filling her completely. She could feel herself spreading to accept him, and it was a feeling that she knew she would never get used to, and certainly never tire of.
Within a moment, he was thrusting furiously within her. His tongue moved from her neck to her br**sts, hungrily licking at her n**ples while she writhed under him. Her h*ps arched, and she dug her nails into his back, trying to draw him in deeper. This time she knew she was drawing blood, and it only seemed to spur him on. The wild lust in his eyes as he looked up at her confirmed that he was lost to his own impulses, a beast out of control.
He wrapped his arms around her back and flipped her over, putting her on top of him. She began to writhe on top of him, her hands going to her hair and mussing it up as she rode him. The heat of his body had caused her to sweat, and it now ran down her body in droplets. Her forehead was sweating too, matting her hair and making her exert herself more. She loved every bit of it.
He looked up at her, and they locked eyes. Chloe could feel the psychic link between the two of them, could literally hear the feelings of his lust as he thought them. She saw herself as she was through his eyes, and she had never looked more beautiful.
He leaned up and put his hands on her back, pulling her down. Then he began to thrust hard and fast, pushing up inside of her as quickly as he could. She practically screamed in his ear as his hand grasped at her hair, pulling it tightly. She felt her body open to him, felt him hitting that spot over and over again. Her entire body began to shake as her muscles twitched. He felt her clamp down on him, the muscles inside her massaging his manhood and it just turned him on more. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream as the most intense orgasm of her life seared through her body.