Destroyer

Chapter 15

Time was slowly ticking away inside the Lamb residence. It was almost surreal in nature, knowing that in a few hours, Jacob's beloved lamb would be marching off to confront Joseph with the rest of her forces, and from there, his and her fate would be both unknown variables. Would she be able to return to a normal life after everything was done?

If Nayeli was nervous about the impending confrontation she didn't let it show. The past few hours had consisted of a copious amount of lovemaking, cuddling, and sharing their dreams, pretty much talking about whatever topic came up. Sleep was a burden they wanted nothing to do with, seeing as their time together was running short. Yet, in those early morning hours, Nayeli found herself waking out of a deep sleep, curled up beside the sleeping giant beside her. Despite trying not to make too much of a commotion, she leaned over him and kissed him on his scarred cheek before shuffling her way off the bed.

She proceeded down the stairs to retrieve her supply bag for a fresh set of clothes and her radio. The sound of her descent down the stairs peaked Boomer's and Peach's attention as they seemed to give her a judgemental look for leaving them down here this entire time.

"I'm sorry guys." she smiled sheepishly as she opened the front door to allow them outside, in which they immediately darted out to get some fresh air. After slipping into her clothes, she turned on the radio, already being bombarded by an incoming radio signal. The voice was unmistakable: grumpy, concerned, and just touch of cursing.

"Goddamnit kid, where the hell are you? That Seed asshole better not have done something to ya'. Pick up your radio." Dutch blurted.

"I'm alright Dutch. And he didn't do anything. We sort of just lost track of time." she lousily explained.

There was radio silence, but she could almost feel an aneurysm forming inside of him as he repeated her words back to her, "Lost track of time? We ain't got time to lose kid! Joseph's called all his forces back to the compound, the last line of defense it looks like, or they're getting ready for something big. If we're going to move, it has to be soon."

Nayeli sighed, her mind drifting to the sleeping soldier upstairs. How simple everything seemed just a few hours ago. "Got it. Where are you now? Has everyone been relocated to the bunkers already?"

"Just about. We got a two-handfuls of fighters ready to march onto that compound once you give the word. I'll be running surveillance from my bunker in case anything changes that we should be aware of. And don't worry- I already know what you're thinking, your inner circle is safe in the bunkers. I know losing Whitehorse was quite the blow so I made sure you wouldn't lose anymore."

The deputy sighed in relief, "You read my mind Dutch. Thank you for everything. Just have the fighters ready, and if you can, send a transport out to my old residence to come retrieve Jacob and the little fangs. Best to probably take them to the northern bunker. I'll send word when I'm ready to move in on the compound."

"You got it kid. Transport should be there within the hour. Dutch out."

As Nayeli placed her radio down, two large arms snuck around her, pulling her back into Jacob's chest as his head lowered to her shoulder, his lips grazing her skin as he moved toward her neck, sending chills down her body as he teased her, his lips barely brushing against her skin.

"Good morning little lamb." he grinned before finally giving in and kissing her neck.

"You have really got to come up with a different nickname for me." she giggled as his lips trailed up her neck, now tracing along her jawline. She fought very hard to keep her composure as she squeezed her legs together, trying to conceal the excitement he was already enticing inside her.