HannasHaven (19 page)

“Like that, bitch?” he asked, pinching her nipples, turning
them until she wondered if they would pop right off.

“What will you do to me?” she asked. “Please, before you
punish me, why don’t you let me try to make it up to you?” She glanced
suggestively at where his cock was pressing against his cotton pants.

He took a step back and looked at her suspiciously. “Yeah,
right, like I’m really going to stick my dick in your mouth. You’d probably
bite it off. I ain’t that stupid, bitch.”

Tears streamed down Hanna’s temples as Reginald pinched her
nipples.

“I oughta cut these off,” he whispered. “What do you think?”
He swiped his tongue across her cheek.

Hanna cringed in disgust.

“Get myself a little souvenir to remember you by.” He ran
the side of the blade over her nipples before flicking it beneath one, scraping
across the delicate skin of her breast. Hanna whimpered, tendrils of fear
snaking through her body, making her shiver.

He was going to do it. He would cut off her nipples.

“After I rape you, precious, then I’m going to have great
fun carving you up. Remember how I promised to tie you up and cause you a great
deal of pain? Well, I’m finally going to come through on that promise. Only now
I don’t have to be careful to keep you alive. I can go as far as I want. I can
cut up these beautiful breasts.”

He swiped the edge of the knife over her breasts. Hanna bit
her lip as pain slashed through her and thin streams of blood welled.

“Then, after I take off these pretty little nipples, I’m
going to slice you from your tits to your cunt.” He ran the knife down her body
and she froze, so scared he’d press harder.

“Would you like me to fuck you with my knife, precious?
Would you like me to push this in and out of that tight cunt while I take your
ass? Because I do intend to take that ass.”

His eyes were wild. Crazy.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” It was a desperate attempt,
but she had to do something. She had to get free.

“I don’t give a shit.”

“It was the barbecue. My stomach is churning. I don’t think
I can hold on.” She squirmed for effect.

He snorted and drove two fingers deep into her dry passage.
She heaved.
No!

“Please, please, I can’t hold back. I’m going to get
everything messy.”

“For fuck’s sake. Can’t have you shitting everywhere, you
stupid bitch. Don’t bother trying anything. Like you could,” he said derisively.
“Always were a weakling, weren’t you?”

He untied the binds at her ankles and then moved to her
hands.

Big mistake.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins, lending her desperately
needed energy. She stood, trying to find her balance. Reginald grabbed her arm
harshly, swinging her around. Hanna used that momentum, drawing her free arm
back, curling her hand into a fist like Rafe had taught her.

Smack!
She rammed her fist straight into his throat,
immediately robbing him of breath and the ability to yell out. As he bent over,
she struck again, driving her knee into his balls. He let her go and she
grabbed his head, bringing his face down onto her knee. Within seconds, Reginald
was on the floor cupping his balls, his nose bleeding profusely.

Her balance faltered and she stumbled back, falling on her
ass. Hanna scrambled back, looking at him in horror.
Keep moving! Get out of
here!

She used the chair beside her to pull herself up, keeping
hold of the back to stay on her feet. Glancing around, she looked for something
else to help her. She simply didn’t have the strength left to fight him.

Spying a lamp on the bedside table, she reached over to grab
it, nearly screaming as Reginald grasped hold of her arm in a bruising grip,
pulling at her. Hanna slipped, but as she fell, she reached up and seized hold
of the base of the lamp, bringing it down with all her force onto his head.

Reginald’s eyes went wide, filled with fury, and Hanna
sobbed, certain she was a dead woman. Then his eyes fluttered shut and he
slumped, resting his full weight on top of her.

Hanna lay there for a moment, trying to get her breath back.
Her skin crawled where he touched her and gradually she found the energy to
push at him. Damn, he was heavy.

She shoved, groaning quietly, but eventually managed to roll
him away from her. Lying on her back, her whole body quivered and shook. And
she still had to get out of here. Who knew how long Reginald was out for? Then
there were his friends. It was impossible.

No! I am not defeated. Keep moving. Keep going. I can do
this.

Hanna sat up, looking over at Reginald. Had she killed him?
No, his chest rose and fell. Should she tie him up? But that would involve
touching him. Still, he would wake up eventually. All it would take is one yell
and his friends would come rushing in.

The knife! Where’s the knife?

Hanna stood, exhaustion pulling at her. There wasn’t an inch
of her body that didn’t ache. There it was! Reaching down, she snatched up the
knife, spinning as the door crashed open.

“Oh shit, Jesse.”

Jesse stepped across the threshold, glancing around with
cold, green eyes. Then he grinned. “Nice going, babe.”

Shivers racked her body as her adrenaline died. Jesse
immediately pulled his t-shirt off, tugging it over her body.

“There are others with him.” She clenched her jaw, trying to
stop her teeth from chattering.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, they’re gone.” He gave her a quick
hug. “They won’t ever hurt you again. None of them will. Now why don’t you go
wait in the hall while I take care of the trash.”

“Wh-what are you g-going to do?”

He looked down at Reginald with a cold, calculating smile.
“Something that should have been done long ago.”

* * * * *

A few hours later, Marcus pulled up in the middle of
nowhere. Cade looked down at his tablet.

“She’s close by,” Cade said. “About five miles south.”

Marcus climbed out of the truck. The others got out, their
faces grim. They’d been in cell phone contact during the drive here. Marcus and
Rafe had broken the speed limit the whole way.

“Let’s split up,” he ordered. “Ryder and Rafe, circle around
to the left. Cade, Connor, to the right.”

“What about us?” Blair asked, stepping forward.

Marcus turned to the two women, aware of how close his wolf
was riding to the surface, pushing at his control.

“You two will sit your butts down in the truck and you will
not move unless it is life and death, understand?”

“But—” Blair began.

“But nothing,” Marcus interrupted. “Defy me in this and you
will not leave pack territory for the next ten years. You will both have
kitchen duty for a year.”

“But we can help! You can’t expect us to just sit here,”
Blair insisted.

Marcus stared at her until she dropped her gaze. Rafe
stepped toward her, tipping her face up to him.

“He’s the Alpha, Blair. What he says goes. Besides, we’d
spend all our time protecting the two of you when we need to concentrate on
Hanna.”

Marcus could think of nothing but Hanna. He didn’t correct Rafe.
He was their Alpha. It felt right.

“Let’s go,” he said abruptly. “I want to hold my mate.”

A vibrating in his pocket pulled Marcus up short and he drew
out his phone. “Jesse. We’ve arrived.”

“I’ve got her. We’re about a mile left of the cabin.”

Marcus had to fight hard not to sink to his knees in relief.
“Is she all right?”

“Bit shaken up, but she’ll be okay.”

Thank you, God. “Her kidnappers?”

“All taken care of,” Jesse reassured him.

Good. Although he’d have liked to have a go at them himself,
the most important thing was that Hanna was safe.

“I’m on my way.”

* * * * *

Hanna lay against Marcus’ chest as he held her on his lap in
front of the open fireplace. They were back in his suite of rooms at Silverton.
It wasn’t cold enough for a fire, but she hadn’t been able to stop shivering
even after a long, hot bath where Marcus had washed every inch of her.

She still felt dirty.

Hanna could still feel Reginald touching her, the feel of
his oily skin against hers, the look of madness in his eyes. He would have
raped her, killed her.

A shudder ran through her body.

“Hush, baby, you’re safe. I have you.” Marcus ran his hand
up and down her back.

“Where’s Jesse?” she asked, wanting to think about something
else. Anything else. “He didn’t disappear, did he?”

She still couldn’t believe that Jesse had seen Reginald
stuffing her into the trunk of a car just outside Silverton territory.
Apparently Jesse had been camping out in an old abandoned shack nearby.

Jesse had raced off to grab his motorbike and followed them.

“No, baby, he’s resting in one of the spare bedrooms.”

“Good. I owe him big-time.”

Marcus kissed the top of her head. “We both do. I’m so proud
of you. Jesse told me how you kicked that bastard’s ass. My warrior woman.”

“Guess I owe Rafe an apology for every awful thing I ever
called him while he was teaching us self-defense. It really paid off.”

She yawned. She’d been awake for more than twenty-four hours
and yet she didn’t want to go to sleep, was too afraid Reginald would join her
in her dreams.

“You need some sleep, Hanna.”

Shuddering, she shook her head. “No, I want to stay here.”

“He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I know. I know I’m being stupid, but I don’t want to close
my eyes. I can still feel him touching me. I-I—”

“Shh, Hanna, you don’t have to sleep. You don’t have to do
anything you don’t want to,” he soothed. His arms held her safe, protecting
her, sheltering her. A slow warmth infused her, fighting back the chill.

“I can’t believe everyone knows who I am and they’re okay
with it.”

She’d been shocked when Marcus had told her that the pack
knew their secret. The others had been quick to reassure her that they
considered her family now. Pack.

“They really care about me,” she said with wonder.

“Of course they do. You’re a sweet, wonderful, gorgeous
person, Hanna. And I won’t hear a word against you.”

Hanna’s lips twitched. “You’re kind of biased.”

He placed a finger under her chin, raising her face. “Do you
know how many of the pack volunteered to come with me after you?”

She shrugged.

“Everyone over the age of ten.”

“No,” she whispered.

“Oh yes.” He stared down at her, sincerity in his eyes. “You’re
loved, Hanna. You are wanted. This place is your home.”

“And you? Is it your home?” She stared up at him, scared of
his answer.

“Yes, baby. It’s my home too. This is my pack.”

She drew in a deep breath, relief making her feel dizzy.
“Your pack?”

“I’m Alpha. I’d been fighting it. But Silverton is my pack.
All that needs to happen is the swearing in.”

“Oh Marcus, I’m so glad.” She wrapped her arms around him.

He squeezed her tight. “You’re happy about it?”

“Oh yes.”

“So you won’t mind being mated to an Alpha?”

She stared up at him, eyes welling with tears. “Really?”

“Yes, little one, really. I intend to never be parted from
you again. As soon as you’re well, I will be mating you. So say now if you can’t
be mated to an Alpha and I’ll tell the pack they need to find someone else.”

Her jaw dropped. “You’d do that for me?”

Marcus brushed his lips against hers, making them tingle. “I’d
do anything for you.”

“Then I guess I’m going to be an Alpha’s mate.”

Marcus grinned.

“Make love to me.”

His smile faded. “Baby, you’re recovering from an assault.
We have all the time in the world—”

“No,” she interrupted. “I want you now. I need you. All I
can feel is his touch, crawling over my skin. Please, I need your touch to
chase away his. Please.”

Marcus stared down at the woman in his arms. He wasn’t sure
he could ever let her out of his sight again. He’d come so close to losing her.

His wolf rubbed against his skin, teasing her wolf. There
was a tentative reply.

Hanna stared up at him, her violet eyes begging him.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Please, I need this. I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me. But,” he placed a finger over her lips
as she tried to speak, “we’ll do this my way. I will not have you hurting
yourself so we are going to be very careful and you are going to tell me the
instant you feel any discomfort. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good.” Marcus stood, holding her in his arms, and carried
her to his bedroom. He laid her out on the bed, unwrapping her from the thick,
fluffy blanket he’d wrapped her in after their bath.

“You’re so beautiful.” His eyes were eating her up.

Hanna snorted. “I look like a patchwork quilt.”

Bruises marred her beautiful, pale skin, along with large, red
scratches. But they in no way detracted from her beauty.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re beautiful no matter what, because
your beauty comes from the inside.” How she’d managed to survive her childhood
and still come out as loving and sweet as she was, he’d never know.

Hanna grinned. “Why, Marcus, you’re practically poetic.”

He mock growled. “Wash your mouth out, woman. I’m all man.
Hard. Gruff. Manly.” He puffed out his chest and she giggled.

“Part your legs for me, Hanna.” She drew them apart and he
caught his breath as her lush, wet pussy was exposed to his gaze. Damn, he
wanted her, but he fought back his own needs. This was for her. She needed him
now. “I want you to lie very still, understand me?”

Pouting, she stared up at him. “But I want to touch you.”

“You can, baby. But first I need to do this for you. Trust
me?”

She nodded without hesitation, loosening a tight knot within
him. He’d worried she’d blame him for what happened, for not taking care of
her, protecting her.

“You look gorgeous, Hanna. So hot. I can’t wait to lick that
pussy, to suck on your sweet little clit and drive my fingers deep inside you.
Would you like that?”

“Yes, yes, please, Marcus.”

He sat beside her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss as he
rubbed one firm nipple between his finger and thumb. Kissing his way down her
neck, he reached her breast and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking
strongly while he continued to play with the other.