Running in Fear: Abandoned (10 page)

“Touch yourself, Jaycee. Let him see you play with yourself. Let him know it turns you on to watch him bond with Mark,” Dane whispered, grabbing her breasts from behind her. He pulled on the nipple rings, twisting.

Jaycee's fingers skimmed her pussy and her clit, staring into Remi's eyes. She pushed three fingers into her pussy slowly, gathering her juices on her hand. She slid her fingers out wiping her juices all over her pussy and down to her ass. She pushed two fingers into her ass, slowly working them in. Jaycee pushed against her fingers—she needed more than she could give herself.

“Get on all fours, baby. Face Remi. Don't take your eyes off of them,” Dane said, pushing her up onto her knees and hands. She watched Remi yank on Mark's hair at the same time as Dane did hers. She moaned, staring at Remi.

Dane's huge cock pushed into her ass, slow at first, but when he was all the way in he reached around, pushing three fingers into her pussy. She wanted to close her eyes, but Remi held her gaze with his. His beast dared her to look away from him.

“Dane, pull her back into your lap. Mark needs that pussy as I fuck him.” Remi growled as he slipped out of Mark, waiting for him to push into her pussy with his cock. Mark hopped onto the bed, his cock huge, as Dane widened her legs to make room for him. Dane was fully impacted into her ass, while Mark worked his cock into her pussy.

“Oh, more!” Jaycee moaned. She got her wish when Mark pushed all the way into her.

Remi came up behind him, shoving his cock into Mark's ass. His rhythm set the movement for them all.

Remi smiled an evil smile at her. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around the base of Mark's cock as he pushed and pulled it out of her. Remi's fur and fingers brushed against her clit.

“Are you ready to fly, baby?” Remi said near her ear as she pushed her head against Dane's chest. He held her breasts in his hands, playing with them. Jaycee just nodded her head; she couldn't say a word. Remi move his paw hand an inch, grabbing her clit and raking it with his claw. She saw stars.

“
Yes
!” she screamed. Her body broke into sweat and convulsions. Her orgasm was so strong, it threw all of them over the edge. The bed shook under her as they howled their release.

That was when she heard the front door burst open.

She could hear men entering her cabin. She pushed herself away from her men, knowing it was time. She wasn't ready, but she wouldn't lose either her mate or her child.

Jaycee jumped off the bed. She knew what she had to do and they would be furious with her, but she couldn't risk losing them. So she cast her spell out around her mates, protecting them. They couldn't move out of the spell, but nothing could penetrate it either.

“What the fuck?” Remi yelled.

It was time to face those who would take her mate and child. Jaycee slowly walked down the stairs, knowing where each of the men waited. She could hear her mates yelling, growling, and promising her they would kill her if she got hurt. Jaycee smiled.

“So you have come for me, Craig. Couldn't you wait till we got home, or are you really ready to die?” Jaycee taunted him as she faced him. She knew the other men were going to try to sneak up stairs, but she had taken care of that also.

“You can tell your men there is no need to go upstairs. They won't make it.” Jaycee sat down on one of her dining room chairs, glaring at him.

“Well, then, we'll just have to kill you. I do owe you for killing my brother,” Craig said inching closer to her.

“Do you really believe I will let you do this? Think of the last time we met. You got away because I didn't know how to work my powers, but I should warn you I've been practicing.” Jaycee laughed, watching two of his men trying to get up stairs, but they kept flying backwards and landing on their asses.

“Can't you do anything right?” Craig demanded. His men turned, glaring at him.

“You try then, if you think you can,” one of the men said, stepping back as Craig ran up the stairs, only to go flying backwards on his ass. He jumped back up, trying it again, but the same thing happened.

Jaycee got up, still laughing at him. “I told you, you don't know what you're messing with.”

Craig flew at her, his claw out to strike her, but Jaycee stepped aside and he went flying across the living room floor, missing her. She shook her head. “You can't win.”

“Dominick, come in here now!” Craig yelled out, getting up with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I'm coming, daughter. Don't face him. Stall him. He's too powerful for you. We're all coming!

Jaycee heard Marsha scream as a bald man stepped into the cabin. He was at least six foot four, and had black eyes that devoured her as he entered.

“You bellowed? This is the one you want me to destroy? She's nothing. Can't you even handle her?” He stared at Craig like he was dirt under his feet.

“Don't get smart with me. She has some kind of protection on the stairs. We can't get up there to her mates. Destroy it!”

Jaycee held her ground. This was what she would have to face. She rubbed her belly protectively when she heard fighting outside. They had come. Jaycee watched the door fly open on its own, slamming against the wall. Marsha walked in and stood in front of Jaycee.

“You should have chosen a different battlefield, Dominick. You know this is my domain and I don't lose.” Marsha quietly stated her head high.

“This isn't your business. Queen Marsha. Step aside now,” Dominick ordered.

“You're wrong. This is my daughter. By my choice she will carry my powers with her always.” Marsha threw Dominick out the door with her powers. He landed against a tree hard and Jaycee heard the snapping of broken bones, but she watched as he got up, smiling at her.

He has released your protection spell. Your mates are coming. Protect them while I deal with this monster,
Marsha yelled.

Jaycee turned just in time to see her mates storm downstairs. They didn't notice the two men behind them waiting. Jaycee sent her powers out, sending the men cascading against the wall and holding them there. But she forgot about Craig, who attacked her, raking his claws down her back. Jaycee struggled to keep focus as she sent more power at Craig, but she didn't have to. Remi had him by the throat, his claws pushing into it. She could see blood seeping out of the holes.

Craig lifted a knife to stab Remi, who wasn't concentrating on Craig's one hand. Jaycee tried to run towards it, but she wouldn't have time. She withdrew her power from the two guards and sent it at the knife, throwing it across the room.

“Jaycee, watch out!” Dane yelled. She whipped around just in time for one of the other men to plunge a knife into her stomach.

No, not my baby!
Jaycee cried, falling to the floor and hugging her stomach. The knife was still in her, but the man who had stuck her was on the ground dead. Remi stared down at her, howling his anger.

She could barely focus as Remi picked her up carefully and carried her upstairs. Jaycee could hear Marsha screaming orders out as everything went black.

Blood poured from the wound in Jaycee's stomach as Marsha worked on her. Remi's beast roared with anger, at her, and those who had attacked them. Remi watched Dane pace back and forth, talking on the phone with Jaycee's father. The packs had been attacked also. They had lost a few men, but they had wiped out the remaining forces of this one group.

“Remi, hand me that blanket. We need to keep her covered. The baby's fine. She knew to protect the baby and moved just as the knife sank in.” Marsha looked up at Remi. “She had to do what she did. She knew she could lose you or the baby. That's why she protected the three of you.” Marsha got up off the bed, cleaning the rags of blood and instruments she'd used to sew Jaycee up.

“What do you mean she knew?” Remi asked.

“I told her it would come down to choosing you or the baby. I saw it in a dream, but it wasn't supposed to be here. It was supposed to be at your home. This is another reason all has survived. She wouldn't give up on you or the baby. She practiced hard, learning all she could to protect you.” Marsha said, walking to the stairs.

“I'll check on her tomorrow. She'll sleep for the next couple of hours. Don't move her or let her get upset.” She turned to go downstairs.

“‘Don't get her upset.’ I'm furious with her. How dare she leave me out of this? She could have gotten our child killed,” Remi roared. Then he noticed Jaycee shiver, and looked up at Dane.

“You're going to have to control this. She did what she thought was right. You can't blame her for wanting to protect you and the child,” Dane said.

“But if she would have stayed up here protecting herself and the baby, everything would have been okay, and she wouldn't be lying here, hurt.” Remi walked towards the stairs. “But no, she didn't think I could protect myself or them.” He snarled as his beast burst free. He ran towards the front door, throwing it open. Then he stopped and looked up at Dane.

“How can I forgive her?” He took off out the door, slamming it shut.

* * * *

Jaycee had heard the last part and her heart cringed at the anger from her mate. Tears slipped down her face as she gently placed her hand on her stomach. “I did what I had to, little one. I couldn't lose him, and we couldn't lose you,” she whispered down at her stomach.

Dane and Mark walked over to the bed, gently climbing into it next to her. Dane wiped the tears from her face. “He'll understand, baby. It might take some time, but he will. Right now his pride is standing in the way, and he's hurt that you didn't trust us,” Dane whispered.

“But I did trust you. I didn't trust
them
. I couldn't lose you guys. I've lost too much.” Jaycee whispered, listening to Remi howl in the distance. She turned her head towards the howling, wanting so bad to go to him, but knowing she needed to sleep and gather her strength.

“I'm tired, Dane. I love you all.” She closed her eyes.

* * * *

Jaycee opened her eyes to see Marsha sitting beside her, wrapping a new bandage on her stomach.

“You're already healing. Tomorrow you'll be able to get up and walk around a little, but if you want to go downstairs, have one of your mates carry you. The baby is doing great. He's a strong one, but he's mad right now. He feels your hurt,” Marsha said, brushing Jaycee's hair out of her face.

“He hates me, momma Marsha. Remi hates me.” Jaycee cried, staring out the window, knowing he was still out there and had been since last night.

“He doesn't hate you, baby. He's angry and hurt. You know how men are, thinking we can't protect ourselves. Remi is very … well, he's major alpha and when you did that to him, he thinks you don't respect his abilities to protect you,” Marsha said, sighing. “But he's going to have to learn that you're not helpless. Now, eat. Your baby needs food to grow.”

Jaycee turned her head towards Marsha, seeing all the food before her. She smiled. All her favorites were on the plate. Bacon, sausages, hash browns, a cheese omelet, toast, and orange juice were laid out before her.

“You're going to spoil me, and then what are my mates going to do?” Jaycee laughed and sucked in a breath. “Shit, that hurt.”

“Well, then, they're going to have to spoil you at home, aren't they? You've been through enough, and you need it.” Marsha said, getting up to go downstairs.

“Marsha, will he come back soon?”

“He'll be back in tonight, but don't expect a lot, Jaycee. It's going to take time.”

Jaycee picked up the laptop that Marsha had handed to her before she left. She might as well get some writing done since she was all cooped up. Jaycee sighed. She had always wanted to get one of her stories published. She had sent in three of them just a month ago to different publishers, but hadn't heard anything yet. It would be the perfect job. She could write and be at home.

Jaycee hoped the Internet was working since the storm had let up. She looked out the window and no snow was falling. Soon her mates would want to go back to Dane's house. She hated the thought of leaving. There was so much she wanted to show to her mates but hadn't had the time. She turned back to the laptop and scanned the e-mails when she noticed two of the publishers had sent her something back. She prayed as she opened the first email.

“
Yes
!” Jaycee screamed, finishing reading the e-mail. The publisher loved her story and sent it back for her to do some revisions. They wanted it within three weeks so they could send it to the printers.

“What are you doing?” Dane demanded, coming into the room carrying some lunch.

“Reading my e-mails. I have a job, Dane!” She screamed her excitement to him as he sat the food down near the bed. He turned to her and she could see he was angry.

“I told you, you don't need a job. We don't want you to work and you have a baby to think about,” he said, grabbing the laptop off her lap and closing it down.

“You don't understand. This is something I've wanted to do since I was small and I did it.” Jaycee reached for the laptop, but he walked over to the dresser where she couldn't reach it.

“You just don't get it, do you? You have a mate out there furious with you, and not to mention so are we, but you still put your own needs ahead of everyone else's. Even the baby you carry. Don't you think he will want his mother at home with him?” Dane yelled.

Jaycee sat there, stunned. She didn't see this coming. They all were furious with her. Dane placed her food in front of her.

“Eat. Since you won't take care of your baby, I'll make sure you do.”

Jaycee had enough. She picked up the hot soup and threw it at his head, missing by inches, but spraying him. The bowl broke on impact when it hit the ground. “You stupid jackass, I did this all for the baby and you guys. If you would have listened to me about the job, you'd know it's a stay-at-home job, but no, you had to start this shit.” Jaycee picked up her milk, throwing it at him as he ducked it. He glared at her.

“All my life I've written stories,” Well, two of them are going to be published and I don't care what you say. I'll write if I want to.”

“What the hell is going on up here? I thought I told you to keep her quiet,” Marsha demanded, storming up the stairs.

“This is your entire fault if you would have just kept your big mouth shut she wouldn't be where she is right now!” Dane growled into Marsha's face.

Jaycee had enough. Words flowed out of her mouth even before Marsha could stop her. The next thing she knew, a frog sat in Dane's place. Jaycee smiled at Marsha. Waving her hands a jar flew up the stairs and scooped up Dane before sitting on the dresser.

“You're really proud of yourself, aren't you?” Marsha laughed, shaking her head. “You know this is going to make him even angrier.” Marsha clapped her hands and all the mess was gone when Mark came storming up the stairs. Jaycee rolled her eyes at Marsha.

“What the hell is going on up here? It sounded like World War Three and where's Dane?” Mark asked.

Jaycee pointed to the container. “Do you think he needs something to eat? How about some flies?” Jaycee waved her hands and four flies appeared in the jar. The frog jumped at them, eating them.

“Oh, now I know he's going to beat your ass when you get healed.” Marsha laughed.

“You mean to tell me that's Dane? In the jar?” Mark asked.

Jaycee glared at him. “Yes it is. Do you want to join him? He told me I couldn't work when I found the perfect job, the one I've been wanting for years.” Jaycee waited. She could see anger cloud his eyes.

“Jaycee, you have already been talked to about this. Your job is take care of the little ones and the pack house. That's it!”

Jaycee put him in the same jar as Dane. They both glared at her through the jar. She waved her hand, sending it downstairs to the kitchen table.

“Hey Bo, make sure Dane and Mark don't get hurt, would you?” Marsha called downstairs.

Jaycee could hear him laughing up a storm with his brothers. She smiled, watching another bowl of soup and a glass of milk come floating up the stairs.

“Now eat. You had your fun.” Marsha said.

Jaycee smiled and shoveled the food in like a good little girl. Marsha shook her head at her, sitting down on the bed.

“You know, maybe we should have told them what I saw. Boy, was my mate pissed at me when I told him last night. He still hasn't talked to me today.”

Jaycee shrugged her shoulders. “We can only do what we think is right. Maybe we should have, but we can't change what has happened, only learn from what we did. Remi's on his way back. I can hear Dane talking to him and he's pissed. You might want to leave,” Jaycee said as her bowl and glass went floating downstairs and the front door slammed open.

“I'm not going to leave you. I have told them not to make you angry. It will hinder your healing. This they will listen.”

Remi came up the stairs mumbling. “What have you done now?” He asked Jaycee. He stood with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning on the dresser.

“You know what I did, so why should I repeat it? They'll be fine. As a matter of fact, they should be turning back now.” She smiled as she heard the roar downstairs, then the stomps as they flew upstairs. She laughed, holding her stomach; she couldn't keep it in. She looked and sure enough, Marsha was grinning also.

“This is not funny. You turned us into toads! You feed me flies!” Dane growled as he spit on the floor. Remi looked at him, then at Jaycee.

“You feed him flies?” Remi asked.

She could see a grin forming on his face, but he held it back. “Well, he did deserve it. He wouldn't listen to my good news. He just flew off the handle,” Jaycee challenged.

“And what is the good news?” Remi asked, glaring at her, but she didn't back down.

“I've wanted to write and have my stories published. Well, a month ago I sent in three stories to three different publishers. One publisher wants my story. I have to finish the editing, then send it back to her. It's going to print in a month.” Jaycee waited. She could see his mind working.

“You would be at home writing. You wouldn't have to leave?” Remi asked, looking down at her belly.

“Yes, except when they have a book signing. I would like to go to one of the writers’ conventions next year, but that all depends on how well my book sells.” Jaycee looked at her laptop. “I'll do all the writing and correspondence on that. I'll even get to set up my own website,” Jaycee whispered, looking back up at him.

“This won't be too much with the baby coming? You have the party to plan, plus pack business to do,” Remi pointed out.

“I'd never put it before my family, Remi. I can do this,” Jaycee said. Trying to sit up further, she flinched when she turned the wrong way.

“Don't move around, Jaycee. If you need help, ask,” Marsha said, helping her to sit up.

Jaycee smiled up at her. “Thanks, I'm okay.”

“I won't go into the fact that you did risk our baby already by what you did. That's for another day, but if I see you hurting our child, it will stop,” Remi ordered, moving closer to her.

“Remi, I didn't do this on purpose. I did what I thought was right.” Jaycee tried to reach up to touch his face, but he pulled away from her touch.

“Well, you thought wrong and endangered our son. I don't know if I can forgive you for that,” Remi stated, turning around and going to the stairs. “Mark, I need you outside.” Remi glanced over his shoulder at Jaycee. All three of her mates left her, going outside. She knew what they were going to do and it hurt that they wouldn't touch her.

“Marsha, there's a small box under the bed. Would you pull it out and hand it to me?” Jaycee asked and pulled the blanket around her body, suddenly cold.

Marsha handed her the box. “What's in this? I've never seen this,” Marsha asked and sat next to her.

“It's some of my stories I wrote over the years, when I didn't have a computer. Some of them are from when I was about thirteen. There's one story I wrote in here after I saw Dane. It was a love story. I think I could revamp it later on, after I do the edits on the other story.” Jaycee pulled out stories and skimmed some of them.

“Can I read one?” Marsha asked and picked up an old one.

Jaycee nodded. “That one I wrote after I left here.” She pulled out a thick stack of papers and glanced over it. “This is it. I've always dreamed about having this story published,” Jaycee whispered and hugged the story to her chest.

Marsha sat for a long while, reading in silence. Finally she looked up. “My God, Jaycee this story is great, and hot. You didn't tell me you wrote erotica…and with my mate all pissed at me. Now I'm going to have to take a cold shower or pull out the toys.” Marsha giggled and sat down in the chair near the bed.

“You didn't ask, but yes, I like them hot.” Jaycee laughed as her laptop floated to her. She sat on the bed and edited for the next four hours without taking a break. None of her mates came near her. Marsha had slipped into the bathroom once to take a cold shower and fanned herself.

“Okay, I'm going to start supper, then I have to get going. Remember, you take it easy. I'll have one of your mates bring up dinner when it's done.” Marsha leaned down and kissed her on her cheek. “Your stories are great. I want a copy of every one.” She laughed and headed down the stairs. “I'll just have to make sure my mate's not mad at me before I read it.”