The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

I moved a hand under her red shirt, cupping her breast as I pulled her close to my hips. I was hard and ready, and I could feel the heat as her body sought mine in the same way. “I have to know what it is like to be mated, Liz. I need you like air, and tomorrow will have to take care of itself. Mate with me, here and now, before it’s too late.”

She stood up, dropping her belt to the ground before her uniform pants and underwear followed. I lifted my butt off the bench, pushing my dress pants to my ankles along with my boxers. She saw my erection, pointing towards her, and shyly reached her hands towards it. “I’ve never…”

“Me either,” I said. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out, my love.” She straddled me again, this time lining it up until she dropped down suddenly, her barrier breached. She let out a cry of pain, and I held her until it passed. “I love you, Liz. Make love to me.”

She raised up and moved down, pleasure now replacing pain as we rode the surge of the feelings and the bond. Over and over we repeated the motions, until I was driving up to her and she was moaning her approach. I pulled her shirt aside as she tore my dress shirt open, and together we bit down as we exploded in pleasure together. The bond snapped in place with our bites, allowing me to feel her love, her pleasure and her fears.

Then I heard two explosions as the ground shook.

John’s POV

I coughed twice, and the pain woke me up. I opened my eyes, the elevator shaft was full of dust and smelled of explosives, concrete and blood. When my eyes finally focused, they took in the carnage around me.

Patrick was next to me in the elevator shaft, face down and not moving. The three guys who had gone through the door, they were in pieces.

The door had been booby-trapped and exploded as soon as it was opened.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, crawling forward towards the room. I didn’t stop to help the men, I had to get to Polina. I reached for my rifle on the blood-covered floor and screamed in pain as a knife went through the back of my hand.

Polina was standing about twenty feet away, grinning like a maniac. “Oh, this is perfect. Beta John Pearson, mate of that bastard child Jessie Donato, gets to die at my hand before I bring the whole place down.”

“You’re a sick bitch, Polina,” I said as I pushed myself to my knees.

She laughed and threw another knife. I moved just enough it missed my neck, slicing through my shoulder near the strap for my Kevlar vest. She went to throw another, and I raised my hand towards her as I felt something push forward from my gut, something I’d never felt before.

The fireball formed in front of my hand, shooting towards her as it expanded in size. She screamed as it hit, the knife clattering to the ground. I sent two more towards her, setting her entire body on fire as she screamed her last breath. I looked past her, the detonator was on a box, she hadn’t finished wiring the place yet. “Anyone alive in here,” I asked.

No one answered. “Jessie, Polina is dead and the detonator is safe. Send help. They’re dead. They’re all dead.”

“We’re coming, my mate, you hold on for me.”

“I love you, Jessie. Take care of our baby.” I could feel my energy fading fast, the blackness was coming.

“YOU DON’T GET TO DIE ON ME, JOHN! YOU HANG ON, I’M COMING.”

I rolled onto my back, pain throughout my body. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Jessie’s POV

I was breaking down as I listened to my mate dying. When he didn’t respond, I shouted to Alpha Javier who was talking with the first police responders. “Javier, Polina is dead and the security teams are down! We need rescue and medical personnel immediately!”

Javier and the Pack Doctor lead the way in, and I followed them down the stairs. The stench of blood was strong as we got to the bottom, and they started triage. Only Konstantin was still alive, and he was severely injured. I let the medics tend to him as I pushed forward into the room.

The smell of burnt flesh was almost unbearable in the area, and one of the sprinklers had gone off from the flames. I looked away from Polina’s death glare, her burnt flesh open in a final scream, and ran towards the elevator door. “Oh God, John,” I said as I dropped to my knees next to him. I checked his chest, unzipping the vest. He had a weak heartbeat and he was breathing, so there was still a chance.

I sent power into him, letting the healing force find its way, but I didn’t stay long. The Doctor had reached Patrick, and he was in far worse shape. His right arm was nearly severed near the shoulder and he had lost a lot of blood. “I need help here,” Doc said.

I put my hands on either side of the ripped flesh and concentrated, my hands starting to glow as the power came forward. My fingers tingled as it went to work, and I watched as the flesh started to reconnect and the bone knit back together. When the shoulder was whole again, I focused on the piece of steel that Doc had pulled out of his right thigh. We worked as a team, he would remove the shrapnel and rinse the wound clean, and I would follow behind with my power. “The others,” I asked without losing focus.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“They’re gone.” I could feel my strength fading, the healing was taking so much out of me. I thought back to the warning about using magic, about how it could endanger the baby, and wondered if I should stop.

I couldn’t.

These were my friends. If I lost my child, I would feel the loss, but I couldn’t lose my friends. Doc put a bloody glove-covered hand on my shoulder. “Go back to Konstantin, he’s stable enough to move now.”

I pulled my hands back, trying to stand up but needing to be steadied by Javier. “That’s quite the power,” he said as he helped me walk back to the other entrance. The safe room was filling with rescue and bomb squad personnel, all stayed clear of the blood-covered woman who could barely stand.

Konstantin had an IV and a bag of blood attached, and medics were frantically trying to stop the bleeding from the deep gashes on his arms and legs. Pushing one aside, I went to the one bleeding the most on his right leg. I let the power flow again, watching it knit together as my energy kept dropping and dropping. Javier held me as my energy dropped. “You have to stop, Jessie, you’re killing yourself.”

“Not… yet…” I focused my remaining power on his leg, until my vision turned black and I collapsed into Javier’s waiting arms.