Mary Wine by Dream Specter

Shell!”
    Christina pulled her to her feet and both women clumsily forced their bodies to perform after hours of cramped inactivity. With no idea where they were, they darted among the trees with nothing but the fire behind them showing the direction to flee from.
    Gunfire erupted in the night causing them to double their pace. Another explosion reached her ears but Roshelle didn’t have enough rational thought to question it.
    She had to escape. She could feel him on her heels. Panic rose inside her mind securing her in its hold. Nothing mattered; she pushed her body further, demanding more speed. Her lungs burned as they tried to supply enough oxygen to her demands.
    But he was closer.
    Her terror erupted in a scream as she was caught by her nightmare. Her frantic run was abruptly halted as she was pulled from her feet. A solid wall of flesh connected with her back as she was pulled into his confining embrace. A brutal hand slapped across her face to seal any sound from escaping into the night.
    Recognition was instant. Roshelle struggled against the hold of her nightmare, as it became terrifyingly real. Her dream specter held her in a steel grip that increased his domination over her will.
    “Clear!”
    The single word was echoed about on the tones of deep voices. Nothing else reached her ears as she struggled against her mind’s terror. Her body was held to the solid incarnation of that fear.
    Now she was his. Pure pleasure snaked through his body. Jared moved his hand down the column of her throat securing his grip on that sensitive area driving her capture home.
    He could taste her fear—it flowed between their bodies at every point of contact. The remains of the encampment caught his attention as he ran a sharp eye over it. His face twisted into rage as he noted the evidence of impending attack.
    The heavy vehicles coupled with the best weapons. All staffed with the sort of men that would know how to deploy such equipment.
    The bodies of her conspirators lay where they fell. His men were quickly collecting any equipment that was present. Those explosions would bring curious eyes far too soon. Shane would make certain there was nothing for them to find.
    As for the little doctor, Jared would extract the details of her plans. Before he was finished with her, he would know exactly who posed the threat to his family.
    Her scent drifted up causing Jared’s anger to increase. She was good. Very good.
    The perfect bait and he’d bitten into it. It was like poison, sweeping into his blood. The evidence of her treason didn’t seem to be working as an antidote. Instead his lungs pulled in a deep breath to capture her spicy scent.
    His fingers were slowly contracting around her throat. The five digits decreased her ability to draw breath even as she felt the rage burning brighter inside him.
    Abruptly he released her throat allowing her to suck in the oxygen her lungs craved. Her relief was short-lived as that hand clawed into the strands of her hair gaining a brutal hold. Pain flooded her, as she was pushed forward by that hold.
    Her wrists were next. The torn flesh registered his grip with amazing ferocity. Roshelle was unable to contain the cry that escaped her lips. Her parched vocal cords responding with little more than a croak.
    It might have been the strained sound that she issued, but coupled as it was with the uneven feeling of her wrists, Jared found himself hesitating. He felt the slickness of her flesh but attributed it to perspiration.
    “Light.” His command met with instant compliance. Instead of the beaded sweat, her wrists were bathed in her blood. The soft flesh was abraded and torn in multiple spots.
    Blessed relief flooded her brain. Just what had caught his attention, she wasn’t sure of. The hold he retained on her body was bearable, that was all that mattered. Bending slightly forward she let her captor pulled her arms in back of her. Her eyes moved over her surroundings as she attempted to make