The Chosen One Ch. 10

Adam Dawson stroked a small strand of hair out of Laura's face and moved to where he was positioned between her and the entrance to the cave. He brought the Desert Eagle up and waited for the intruder. When he saw the blonde woman from the pub stop and sweep the room with her Glock, he took aim. "Name, now Lady, or I blow your breast bone through your spine!"

The blonde-haired woman shot her hands up in a defenseless gesture and looked around the cave. The amount of blood and torn flesh made her want to throw up as she quickly turned to the Navy SEAL. "Hold your fire, Commander. Carter, Julie Carter, I'm with the CIA. Neal Hawkins sent me to watch over you guys."

Adam lowered his weapon and bowed his head. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He raised his head and frowned at the operative. "One, the fireworks are already over, Carter. Two, remind me to tell Neil that you suck at your job."

The agent placed her weapon in the back of her pants and moved cautiously into the cave. From what she could see, very few places didn't have either blood or pieces of flesh covering it. "Holy Mother of God, what the hell happened here?"

Kevin chuckled and looked at the stunned woman. "We found Nadia Karpov and decided to interrogate her."

Julie looked at the SEAL as he wiped blood from below his nose. "Did she give up any useful information?" The woman had an excited look in her eyes.

Kristine looked around the room as she listened to the laughing men who she loved with all her heart. She couldn't help but giggle as she turned her vision to the CIA agent. "Yep, she spilled her guts." Two Navy SEALs, one of them very tired, laughed aloud as they stared at the puzzled woman.

It took a few moments for the group to regain the strength to walk back up the stone stairway leading to the castle. In front of the two SEALs and their wives, Carter had her weapon trained in front of her as she stepped through the shredded painting.

The next pair to exit were Adam and Kevin as the tired human-formed werewolf hung onto his friend for support. Kevin moaned as he looked at the destroyed artwork. When Adam led him down the hall, he noticed the shattered table and platter strewn across the floor. "I was feeling sorry for the bitch, but now that I see what she did up here, she got what she deserved."

Laura was hanging onto Kristine as she too got a glimpse of the damage artifacts. "Look what she did to my things, Kristine! What are going to tell, Elaina?"

"I don't know, sweetie, but I'm pretty sure lying will be involved."

Adam assisted his friend to the antique sofa, and then moved out of the way as Kristine did the same with her charge. The newlyweds kissed each other softly and then Laura laid her head on Kevin's shoulder.

Adam smiled at the two lovebirds as they held each other. "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm gonna open a bottle of the good wine and take the edge off my nerves."

Julie Carter returned to the study after checking the rest of the downstairs. "I wouldn't advise that, Commander. I'll need an after action report from all of you. Neil Hawkins will want to read them ASAP."

All at once, the small group shot the pushy operative a stone cold glare as if she had just lost her mind. The now nervous woman backed up a few steps. "I -- um -- I guess he can wait a few days."

One week later, Predjama Castle, Predjama, Slovenia.

Kristine and Laura descended the large staircase. With her right hand in a cast, Kristine could only carry the large platter they decided to use as a replacement for the one Nadia broke. Laura on the other hand, cradled another crystal decanter as if it were her newborn baby.

When they reached the bottom, Kristine saw Adam and Kevin finishing up with hanging a new painting to conceal the entrance to the lower caves. When Kevin turned to look at her, she felt remorse at the fact that he still had remnants of two black eyes. "I still feel bad that I broke your nose, Kevin."

Kevin chuckled as he shut the painting. "I tell you what, Kristine. Every time you start to feel bad about my nose, you just look at that cast. I think I got the better part of that deal, honey."

With the task of redecorating the lower floor complete, the group moved to join Laura in the lower study. As they entered, they saw Laura tilting her head from side to side, studying the decanter. "What do you think, Kevin, a little left or right?"

Kevin glanced at the object on the mantle. "I'd say about an inch to the right, sweetheart."

"Men." Laura shook her head in playful annoyance as she moved the crystal decanter slightly to the left.

The young wolf shrugged his shoulders and moved closer to Adam and Kristine. "I saw a meat market just down the street from Crook's Creek. How about Laura and I take a walk and pick up some steaks for tonight?"

Adam nodded his head in agreement, as a smile caressed his masculine face. "Sounds great! Getting out of the castle for a bit will do you both some good."

Kevin turned to look at his beautiful wife. "Feel like taking a walk, buttercup?"

"Oh I'd love to, my little chocolate drop. Just let me get a coat."

Adam's smile vanished as he leaned forward and pretended to vomit. "I think I'm gonna be ill."

When Laura turned to leave, he sidled over to the decanter. Just before he touched it, a stern female voice rang out through the room. "Move that crystal, Dvorska, and you'll be in the dog house -- literally."

Once the two of them were ready to leave for the town of Predjama, Adam accompanied them to the large front door of the castle. He held Kevin's arm for just a moment and reached into his pocket. "Listen, if you happen to go into the pub, give this to Alina. The CIA guys found this in the discarded clothing." Adam placed two fifty dollar bills and a larger wad of tip money into his friend's hand.

Kevin laughed and placed the money in his pocket. "I'll make sure it gets to the real Alina, Skipper."

Adam watched the two of them walk away from the castle arm in arm. Out of habit, he quickly studied the small group of tourists by the gates. With no visible threat, he shut the door and walked back to the lower study to rejoin his wife.

When he walked in, he froze at the vision before him. His wife, Kristine, was just stepping out of her jeans. Her panty clad lower half and shapely legs caused his cock to twitch and fill with blood. "Um -- got something on your mind, dear?"

Kristine placed her jeans on the antique sofa and then sat down on them. She ran her uninjured hand across the inside of her thigh as she smiled seductively at him. "I've always wanted to do this. Come here you sexy Navy SEAL."

"It's about time you got back to normal. It's been over a week." Adam slowly released the catch on his own jeans and moved slowly toward his aroused wife. After dropping to his knees, he pulled Kristine forward and kissed her deeply. He felt her quiver as he ran his fingertips along the inside of her thigh.

Kristine broke the kiss and placed her lips next to his ear. "Kevin won't be gone long so if you could just take care of me, I'll make sure I repay you tonight."

Adam chuckled as he lowered his mouth to her covered breasts. As he nibbled her concealed bud, he felt her hand pull his head closer. Her lover knew it wouldn't take much to accomplish his task, not in her aroused state.

His fingers ran over the soft panty covered lips of her sex, as his mouth worked its magic on her breast. She moaned in approval as he moved lower down her lithe body. As he neared her slightly thrusting pelvis, he slid his fingers under the silky material of her panties and ran the back of his digits slowly across the now slick lips.

Adam was a little startled when he felt her hand move to the top of his head and push him lower. He took the hint that she was in no mood for foreplay. Her take-charge demeanor was now coming through in her sexual need. "I think someone is a tad bit on the horny side today."

Kristine resisted using her injured hand, as she didn't want to hurt her husband with the cast. "Less talking, more mouth," she moaned as she pushed harder.

"So it's going to be like that is it? Okay, have it your way." Adam's fingers wrapped around the cotton liner of her panties and pulled them roughly to the side. Now that her leaking sex was exposed, he planted his open mouth against it.

When the taste of her female fluid hit his tongue, he moaned in pleasure. The vibrations from his mouth caused Kristine to force her hips up as she slid her good hand to the back of her husband's head. With his tongue sliding around the moist lips, he used his elbows to push her shaking legs further apart.

Kristine looked down at her lover as he pleasured her with his mouth. She saw his shinning eyes looking back at her as his tongue danced against her sex. "Damn, you know how to eat a girl out." She jerked her head back as she felt the fingers slide into her overheated body.

Adam pulled his two fingers out ever so slowly, then when only the tips remained, he pushed in quickly as his lips captured her clit and sucked hard. He could feel the running fluid against his chin as he thrust his thick digits repeatedly.

He wanted her to enjoy her fantasy of having sex while sitting on a 16th century settee so he slipped his thick fingers out of her. Adam began rubbing the now soaked digits around her folds, teasing the sensitive flesh. The smiling husband didn't know if her moans were from disapproval of removing his fingers, or an impending orgasm.

Removing his sucking lips from her clit, he ran his tongue down while he strummed his fingers upward. When he touched the abused bud, he felt her thighs quiver with ecstasy. Adam darted his eyes up and saw that Kristine still had her head laid back while he slid even lower.

The tip of his flicking tongue reached the small area just below her sex and he played with the tight skin. When he grasped her clit between his index finger and thumb, he started to stroke it as if the two digits were jacking her off.

When his flicking wet tongue happened to touch her tight other hole, Kristine whipped her head down and gasped at her husband. She couldn't see his mouth, but his eyes told her he was smiling as he teased her hallowed opening. "You devious man. You wouldn't dare."

While his fingers continued the assault on her clit, he positioned his free thumb near her leaking pussy. When he moved his face down mere inches, his tongue played havoc against her tight back door. The muscular Navy SEAL felt the quiver in her legs quicken.

Adam had done this a few times before and he knew by her actions, she was not far from losing control. When he saw her head thrashing from side to side with her eyes closed tightly, he knew his loving wife was going to cum hard.

He inserted his thick thumb deep into her. He closed his eyes, and in a heated push, inserted the tip of his tongue inside the wrinkled tight opening. As it penetrated her, he released her clit and stroked it quickly.

Adam fought to control her thrusting hips, but he couldn't hold her steady. As she began to slide off the settee, a large blast of fluid hit his forehead. Her forceful ejaculation was followed by another larger one, which soaked his hair and started running down his face.

Kristine's mouth was open, but no sound was coming out as she lost control of her body. The orgasm forced her to forget about anything happening in the outside world, along with her own limitations. Not even a guardian angel could have stopped her from accidently slamming her casted hand into her husband's head in an attempt to hold him.

When Adam felt the bludgeoning effect of the cast, he removed his tongue from her tight little door and screamed into her pussy as he shoved his thumb even deeper. The added vibration caused his wife to release one more explosion of womanly cum directly onto his masculine face.

He wanted to make sure Kristine began to come down from her orgasm, but the searing pain in his head caused him to disengage his attack. When he pulled his face free of her pussy, he slumped to the floor and grabbed his battered skull. When he looked up at his wife, he saw that she was breathing hard and had collapsed to the side of the sofa. "Okay, new rule. No going down on you while you have a cast on your hand."

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Kevin and Laura Dvorska walked hand in hand, smiling politely at the tourists strolling around the town. Kevin had his ball cap and sunglasses on because he didn't want the added attention after what he and his wife had been through. He softly squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek. "You okay, sweetie? You seem awfully quiet all of a sudden."

"I'm a little nervous about going into Crook's Creek. I don't know how I'll feel when I see Alina again."

Kevin released his wife's hand and wrapped his powerful arm around her shoulder as they neared the pub. "Nadia is gone, honey. That little girl in there is the real Alina and she wouldn't hurt a fly."

The rightful heir to Predjama castle opened the bat wing doors and held them open for his wife. The pair looked around and found no sign of Alina as Kevin led Laura over to a stool at the bar. After sitting down, he motioned to the chubby man behind the glossy counter.

Brecc Kocbek strode over and tucked the small towel he was cleaning with in his waistband. He smiled at the quests and shook Kevin's hand. "Welcome back. How's the honeymoon so far?" Kocbek looked at the small bandage wrap around Kevin's hand. "From the looks of it, she's working you over pretty good."

Kevin laughed as he released the bartender's hand. "I can honestly say my wife and I will never forget it. How about a beer for me and a bottle of water for her, please?"

Upon returning to the couple with their drinks, the owner gave Kevin a quizzical look. "Since I haven't seen you since the wedding, I was wondering if you knew anything about someone impersonating Alina?"

The newlyweds gave each other with a worried look. Kevin then turned his gaze back to the bartender. "Wow, really? I didn't see her when we came in, I hope she's okay."

Kocbek waived his hand and smiled. "Oh she's fine. I just feel bad for you two because whoever the impersonator was, replaced Alina during your party. We found our Alina, tied to a chair, when she didn't come in for work the day after your party."

Laura leaned forward with concern on her face. "Um -- is she still working here? I mean you didn't fire her or anything did you?"

"Oh no, Miss. I could never replace Alina. She should be coming in shortly if you want to say hi to her."

He went back to his duties as Kevin and Laura sipped on their drinks. A few moments later, the Navy SEAL burst out laughing and turned to his wife. When she looked at him as if he was a bit off, he laughed even harder. "Okay, did I miss the joke somewhere along the line?"

Kevin tried to calm down and get his laughter under control. When it subsided, he took her hand. "I just realized we're sitting at the bar."

The petite, pregnant Mrs. Dvorska looked at her husband with a puzzled look. "Who are you and what did you do with my husband?"

"Don't you get it? My back is to the others in the bar. I don't feel threatened or that I should be on guard for anything." Kevin kept smiling as he picked up his beer and took a long drink.

Laura patted his hand and took a small drink of water. After placing it back on the bar, she giggled slightly. "The only reason you don't feel nervous is because you know you have me to watch your six."

Kevin was going to make a smart comeback when a familiar scent entered the pub. He turned his head and saw Alina moving toward the corner to hang up her coat. He was still looking at her when she turned and locked eyes with him.

Alina saw her friend and his wife and hung her head. She knew she had let him down by not being there for the reception because someone had dressed up like her. The young woman didn't know what to say to the couple, but she managed to find a small bit of courage to approach them and apologize.

Hesitantly, she walked toward them and tried hard not to show her own disappointment. With her eyes still cast down, she reached out her hand to Laura. "I want to say I'm sorry for ruining your reception. There was this girl and she..."

To Kevin's surprise, Laura jumped up and hugged the girl tightly. "Alina, you have nothing to be sorry for, sweetie." Laura then pushed her away and held her at arm's length. "I would consider it a huge honor if you would make me a wedding cake. When you get done making it, you bring it to the castle and we'll have another party."

"Oh thank you, Miss. I will bake you the best wedding cake you have ever had." Alina looked sad again and her eyes began to fill with tears. "The People in town said you all had a very good time that night. Not only did I not get to share that special night with you, but I missed out on earning two days' pay."

Kevin reached into his pocket and pulled out the large stack of cash that had been found in Nadia's clothing after she succumbed to her final fate. As he pulled her hand away from Laura's shoulder, he opened her palm and placed a great deal of money into it. "Then it's a good thing I forgot to tip her that night. My wife and I would like to pay you in advance for the cake and your time."

Alina looked down at the money, and then returned her gaze to the smiling wife of Kevin Dvorska. She looked over her shoulder and found him also smiling at her. Breaking free from Laura, she threw herself onto her muscular friend. As she cried openly, she had a hard time speaking. "I -- the -- how -- oh my..."

Kevin eased the young crying woman away and brushed the tears from her youthful face. "We leave for the states next week. You have until then to make Mrs. Dvorska a wedding cake that she'll remember for the rest of her life."

With her eyes filled with tears, and a renewed sense of self in her heart, she beamed happily at Kevin and then turned to Laura. "How many tiers would you like in your cake, Mrs. Dvorska?"

Kevin touched her shoulder and couldn't help but admire the young woman's resilience. "I need to ask one favor in regards to the cake, Alina."

"Oh anything, Sir."

"Absolutely no apples."

One week later, Adam Dawson's residence, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

Candrea Lacson flipped through the channels on the television. She had her lovely blonde hair fanned out around her soft face as she lay in her lover's lap. She felt Eduardo's hand lightly tap her taut stomach every time a sports show came on the screen. Since she was in no mood to watch football, she stopped on a cooking show and tossed the remote out of his reach.

The Latin male model was going to voice his annoyance when he sensed Jim Gordon walk into the living and sit down in the recliner. He looked over at the American as he tipped his cowboy hat back and took a long pull off the ice-cold beer. "You know Dawson and Dvorska are going to be back soon. If they show up and there is not any beer in the house, you are going to have a fight on your hands."

Jim chuckled and looked at his council member. "Take it easy, hombre; they're not due back until tomorrow. I'll run out and fetch a few cases of cold ones for the walrus boys tonight."

Candrea slowly shifted her head to look at the foolhardy werewolf. "First off stupid, they're SEALs. Second, if you think we have your back when they shove that stupid cowboy hat up your ass, you're sadly mistaken."

Jim let the comment fall to the wayside as he turned his attention to the husky male chef preparing lasagna. When his acute hearing picked up a vehicle entering the driveway, he set his beer down and slowly stood up. "We got company folks. Everyone be on your toes."