Rush Against Time by Willow Brooke

bedroom and locked herself in.  Both shoes went flying across the room to hit the wall and slide down with a loud ‘thud’.  Face first, she fell onto her stomach atop the black silk comforter like a rebellious teenager.  Her fists punched the bed a few times as she released a string of curse words vulgar enough to make a soldier blush.  When her little fit ceased, she flipped over and stared at the ceiling.  The past twenty-four hours had been more chaotic and confusing than she had ever dealt with in her life.  Her head ached, her wolf paced, and she was still freaking horny!  She growled in defeat.
    After her temper calmed down, a wave of emotions crashed into her.  Three faces ke pt popping in her head, and in spite of what she did she couldn’t make it stop.  Logan, Damion, and the guy she fantasized about while she was drunk and masturbated to last night invaded every thought.  Before she could stop it, they had become her only thoughts.  Her body heated to a sheer sweat from the inferno that blasted inside her.  The heat was attacking with a vengeance, and fighting for control seemed almost helpless.  Her wolf howled and urged her to go to Damion to get what she needed, but the tiny string of human thoughts that remained kept her in place.  She remembered the purple dildo in the dresser, and jumped to her feet to grab it. 
    Jessa ’s movements were a blur.  Nothing registered in her brain except the growing, agonizing ache that now consumed her.  Shallow breaths panted from her lungs as sweat rolled off her body.  Jessa’s clothes flew off in a blur, and she jumped onto the bed and thrust the vibrator against her clit.  Her body reacted on contact.  Jessa’s hips rose uncontrollably.  Ecstasy rolled off her, bringing moans and grunts of pleasure to pierce through the room. 
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    Somewhere in the Arizona desert, deep below the surface of the earth….
    “ Take them down to the dungeon with the others!  I want you to go get twice as many subjects this time!” Tonya Blackard hissed through elongated fangs. 
    Tonya was beautiful beneath the layers of hate and pain.  She was thin with an athletic build, had smaller breasts, and legs that went on forever.  Her golden hair was the palest blonde that glistened in the dim light.  The vivacious green eyes that normally had lit up the room had since been replaced with deadly crimson.  “Yes, ma’am, but the agencies are starting to take notice of all the disappearances.  Getting more numbers will be next to impossible,” her tiny minion whined, trembling with fear. 
    “ I guess you need to look somewhere else then, don’t you?  I don’t give a shit what happens to you, as long as you get me more test subjects.  We are so close to getting the formula correct!  I will not fail now!”  Rage pumped through her veins, fueling the hate that had built up over the miserable centuries since her father had murdered her mate.  With Lestar out of the way, it was the perfect opportunity to find the ultimate potion to bring her lover back from the dead. 
    “ Shall I look more in the southern states?  Those hillbillies won’t be missed as much as the royal packs and clans.”  Vince rubbed his bony fingers together.  He reminded her of the creepy little guy from Lord of the Rings .  He was the only human who had survived the serum injections but had withered into a deformed, disgusting creature.  His strength had been amplified some, and he had gained the vampire and shifter abilities.  He could perform compulsion, read thoughts, had enhanced speed, and had a high sense of smell and sight. 
    “ Yes.  There are a lot of different packs that hide out in the woods there.  Get me one from each.  I also need four more vamps.  Make sure they are all younger this time.  No one over twenty-five, or younger than eighteen this time, you imbecile!  I don’t know what the hell you expect me to do with these kids you brought.  They have