Rise of The Fallen

Chapter 7

We didn't have to say why we were upset. It was obvious we were down one member, and while we would have to report and explain; everyone was willing to give us a minute to decompress. It wasn't like we could mourn him when we had been paralyzed and in mortal danger, now that we were safe it came flooding out. The tears, the sobbing, the screams all came flowing out of us as we allowed the emotions free rein. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but it was a good amount of time because the sky was darkening by the time we could move. We slowly untangled ourselves, our bodies stiff. Standing up and stretching to encourage blood flow we trudged inside, knowing command would want to see us, but also knowing we needed to clean up first. It had been a long and arduous day. We moved on autopilot, slowly, methodically. Each of us lost in our own thoughts.

I felt like a robot as I went through the motions, peeling off my dirty and blood stained uniform. Noting that I had several wounds I had been unaware of. I wrinkled my nose, the stench of the Nephilim's blood still lingered heavily, tainting the air around it. I tossed the soiled uniform into the laundry with the other dirty clothes and pressed start. Stepping into the shower I turned the water as hot as it would go, after all, if it didn't melt my skin off I wasn't happy. I sighed heavily, letting the water cleanse my body, we were going to have to report and relive what happened. While I rationally understood it as we had valuable information, it did not mean I wanted to do it. Command was one thing, but I knew we would also have to tell the government/headquarters as we had obtained intel no one had ever gotten. If I was honest the government officials sort of gave me a bad feeling, I had always felt like something was off with some of them. And it was in a way I couldn't quite put my finger on. I knew Devon and Liam had sensed it as well, and were equally as on guard with them, Todd was too laid back to care; he only cared about our team. Jason had really suspected something shady, but Jason always had his conspiracy theories; and now.....Now we wouldn't hear them anymore. f**k. I leaned my head against the wall. Get it together Verity, I told myself. This was not the time to fall apart again, I could do that later; or take my anger out some other way. Right now I had to do my job.

Getting out of the shower I quickly dried off and got dressed in my regular clothes, I spotted Jason's spare pistol sitting on my bed and felt a pang in my heart. Jason and I had sometimes been lovers, while Liam was my main man I couldn't deny Jason's appeal. And hell, in this time and place it didn't seem to matter who hooked up with who but I wasn't one who wanted a revolving door. My two teammates were quite enough for me. Jason and I had happened by accident, which was fine with me. We had devolved into a hair pulling, scratching snarling mess of a bedroom escapade; hot and rough, which was fine with me. Jason was incredibly dominant, pulling my hair, choking me, and slapping my ass so hard there were marks (which Liam made fun of). The first time was an accident in a sense, Jason and I had been talking in his room, he was cleaning his pistols, his hand rolled cigarette between his lips. And what lips, bigger than most men's without being too big, you could say they were pillowy but still fit him. I had gone to his room to discuss a mission with him, he had answered the door in his pants only, his broad chest exposed; the tattoos from neck to waist in stark contrast with his milky skin. My eyes dropped low, to where two stark lines formed by his hips and disappeared, going downward. It was at that moment I realized just how sexy he was. He caught me looking of course and grinned, leaning on the doorframe continuing to polish his pistol. I knew I had a choice to make at that moment, and that he would be fine with it either way. How could I resist? In a world where women were rare and most men had to be relegated to using their hand for release, if I wanted to jump my teammate why couldn't I? We were both adults; Liam wasn't going to get mad, and Jason would just be a welcome addition. Smiling wickedly I let him know, game on. He stepped back, inviting me in and I breezed through the doorway. He placed his pistol on the side table, and snuffed his cigarette out, moving toward me like a predator hunting his prey and a tingle ran down my spine. I was inexplicably turned on, his blue eyes on fire as he looked at me, the side of his mouth turned up in a sinful smile. Oh I was so ready for this.

His hands were surprisingly smooth as he touched my face, his long finger tipping my chin up to look at him; his eyes seeming to bore into my soul. His eyes stayed locked onto mine as I felt his lips cover mine in a sweet, soft kiss. Sighing softly I had tangled my hands in his light brown hair, pulling and tugging as his tongue explored my mouth. His kisses making me melt, they were so lovely, tender and gentle. Both of us getting a feel for the other one, his other hand snaked up between us and rested at my throat, I moaned indicating it was ok, he could be rough; I craved it, wanted it. I felt him apply pressure gently, and I deepened my kiss, nipping at his lips. He took my lower lip between his and bit down, I squeaked in pain and pleasure, yanking on his hair. I felt him chuckle against my lips.

"Are you sure you can handle this Verity?" His tone was light, but also heavy with lust.

"What am I handling?" I grinned, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know how Liam is" he dropped a kiss on my neck, biting slightly. "But I dominate, and I want to see you obey me and squirm." Oh f**k, I felt myself get wet at the thought. Liam could be rough but I had not experienced anything like what Jason seemed to be offering.

"I can only try," I replied, excited and terrified at what this man was about to do to me.