ZAK SEAL Team Seven(3)

I honed in on her like a wild beast on his mate’s scent, locked her in and caged her off from the other males that were there, with just a look. My body reacted strongly to her scent the closer I got to her, like I knew her somehow, but that couldn’t be, I would’ve remembered her. I didn’t say anything to her for the longest while, just stood there gazing down at her, not giving a fuck what the others in the camp must be thinking; all I saw, all that mattered was her. I felt a sense of calm come over me, followed by the need to mate.

I remember feeling almost desperate to get her alone, to get her away from all of those male bodies. Men who had been comrades a short ten minutes ago were suddenly a threat. I became aware of others vying for her attention and almost committed murder.

I wanted to take my piece and shoot the fucks for even trying, but common sense prevailed. I think they got the message to back the fuck off when I bared my teeth at them though, and they all fell back.

My brothers like to remind me of that shit too on occasion, well they hadn’t in a while, not since we’d called it quits. Back then I’d wanted the day to come to an end so that I could learn everything about her; and then I got pissed the fuck off that she was there, which made no sense. I hated the fact that this woman who had made me feel, was here in the middle of this hell. What her being there meant suddenly registered and I wanted to grab her up and get her the fuck out of there and back to the mainland. Back to safety until u could come get her when my tour was over. But I knew that shit wasn’t about to happen.

I’d heard the stories of the hot shot marine they were bringing in, hadn’t paid too much attention though, because what the fuck did I care? But everything I’d heard came rushing back and I hated all of it. I hated that she was good at what she did, so good that they were bringing her in to send her on special ops with us.

I hated that she was a beautiful woman in the middle of all these men when everything in me told me she was mine. I especially hated that her CO had a reputation for fucking his female subordinates, and rumor had it that it didn’t matter if they were willing or not. The very thought of it made me contemplate murder.

It was amazing looking back, how quickly everything had changed. In literally the blink of an eye I saw my life change, saw everything I wanted, with her in the center of it, and I didn’t even know her name. “Red.”

I reached out and touched her because I couldn’t help myself and the next words I said to her pretty much sealed our fate. “No one will ever have you again but me.” I never dreamed that she might me innocent, but I knew for damn sure somebody would die if anyone else ever came near her again.

She was the first woman I’d nicknamed in my life and the only one to have tied my guts in knots. I fell fast and fell hard that day. And in the weeks that followed, after I’d taken her cherry three days after we met, we’d been inseparable. Well as much as that was possible while on an Op.

I spent my days watching her back more than my own, with a ball of worry in the pit of my gut. And at night I spent what hours we had left ‘til morning light buried inside her. Trying to exorcise the worry and fear I had for her between her thighs.

I’d been like a dog in heat back then, we both were. And though I tried to shield her from the lascivious jests of the other men, it was no secret what we were doing, it was written all over our faces. Whenever we could find a dry place to fuck I would take her down. I don’t know if it was being the thick of it or what, I just knew that where before I’d been more than happy to go without, now I found myself wanting her every free second and sometimes not so free ones.

My brothers had covered my ass plenty back then, and it helped that we were on a mission where there was a lot of waiting involved. So while we waited, I spent as much time as I could buried inside her.

Back then it didn’t matter how many times I came inside her, I wanted more, always more. She was like my own personal elixir, a tonic that I needed at least three, four times a day.

Every free moment we had I was inside her, and she let me, never turning me away. When she bled and was in pain and I couldn’t have her, I laid beside her and held her close with my hand pressed against her tummy, willing the pain away. Three days later I was pulling her under me again, by then I had been ready to fuck the wind.

I’d taken the rubber off that first time after I’d felt her barrier on the tip of my cock. I’d never put one on since, and she’d never asked me to. Then again by the time I nibbled on her neck and got my fingers between her pussy lips she was too far gone to care.

It’s what I remembered most about our time together, the feel of her bare skin against mine, that and the way my heart always seemed out of sync whenever she was around.