closed after him.
Mallory swayed on her feet, another bout of heat spreading through her limbs. Sweat popped out on her forehead, and her hands grew clammy.
She noticed Vaulcron was experiencing something similar.
His pupils were dilated to the point where his eyes appeared black. “Go lock yourself in the bathroom before it is too late,” he rumbled, giving her his back.
Mallory stood completely still, her hungry gaze traveling from his massive shoulders to his incredibly muscular ass.
Wetness slicked her thighs. A throbbing began in her center, creating a domino effect throughout her system. Her nipples hardened, her breathing accelerated, and heat exploded between her thighs, nearly crippling her.
She staggered forward, wrapped her arms around Vaulcron’s waist, and laid her head against his back.
A growl vibrated beneath her ear. “I want to take you again,” he snarled, muscles bunching along his torso. “I ache to be inside you.”
Her insides responded to his words. More wetness settled on her thighs. She could feel herself swelling, needing to be filled.
Chills skated across her skin, followed by another bout of heat. “Oh God, Vaulcron. I ache.”
Chapter Twenty
Vaulcron’s entire body vibrated with desire. He glanced down at his painful erection as it pulsed with need.
“Get away from me,” he growled, fighting the urge to toss Mallory onto the bed and thrust into her waiting body again and again.
“I want you,” she whispered in a breathy voice.
Vaulcron’s control shattered. He spun around, lifted her off her feet, and situated her on her knees on the side of the bed in front of him.
Gritting his teeth, he fisted his shaft and stepped in close to her waiting heat.
An explosion suddenly ripped through the building, rocking the floor beneath Vaulcron’s feet.
He threw himself over Mallory’s body as the sheetrock in the ceiling cracked above his head.
“Oh, my God, what was that?” came Mallory’s muffled cry, her face now buried in the sheets.
The sound of gunshots erupted in the distance. Vaulcron jumped back and jerked his shorts up his legs. “Go into the bathroom.”
Mallory rolled from the bed, tugging the sheet with her as she ran. She disappeared inside the small bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
The sound of footsteps could be heard coming up the hall. Vaulcron braced himself as bullets peppered the iron door in an array of blasts that vibrated inside his skull.
“Vaulcron?” a voice yelled as the door was kicked in, and Braum came barreling into the room.
“Are you all right?” Braum rushed forward, anger etched on his face.
“I am.” Vaulcron turned and jerked open the bathroom door. “Mallory? Come. We must make haste.”
The sight of Mallory climbing from the shower stall with that sheet tied around her tore at Vaulcron’s heart. She shouldn’t have to experience the level of fear she experienced now.
Mallory ran to him, her eyes wild with confusion. “What’s going on?”
Vaulcron scooped her up into his arms. “We are being rescued. Keep your head down.”
“Rescued?” Mallory swung her gaze toward Braum standing in the middle of the room.
A low growl rumbled in Vaulcron’s chest as a small gasp slipped past Mallory’s lips. He pressed her head down to his shoulder and rushed toward the door. “I need a weapon.”
Braum jogged ahead, pulling a pistol from his belt. He turned slightly, handing it to Vaulcron as they ran. “The safety is on.”
Vaulcron nodded his understanding, switched the safety off, and shot off down the hall behind Braum. He kissed the top of Mallory’s head. “I will get you out of here, beautiful one.”
The door to the stairwell suddenly flew open, and two soldiers burst into the hall with guns blazing.
Vaulcron fired his weapon at the man on the right, taking him down with one shot. Braum felled the other.
“This way,” Braum whispered, taking the stairs the soldiers had recently
Mallory swayed on her feet, another bout of heat spreading through her limbs. Sweat popped out on her forehead, and her hands grew clammy.
She noticed Vaulcron was experiencing something similar.
His pupils were dilated to the point where his eyes appeared black. “Go lock yourself in the bathroom before it is too late,” he rumbled, giving her his back.
Mallory stood completely still, her hungry gaze traveling from his massive shoulders to his incredibly muscular ass.
Wetness slicked her thighs. A throbbing began in her center, creating a domino effect throughout her system. Her nipples hardened, her breathing accelerated, and heat exploded between her thighs, nearly crippling her.
She staggered forward, wrapped her arms around Vaulcron’s waist, and laid her head against his back.
A growl vibrated beneath her ear. “I want to take you again,” he snarled, muscles bunching along his torso. “I ache to be inside you.”
Her insides responded to his words. More wetness settled on her thighs. She could feel herself swelling, needing to be filled.
Chills skated across her skin, followed by another bout of heat. “Oh God, Vaulcron. I ache.”
Chapter Twenty
Vaulcron’s entire body vibrated with desire. He glanced down at his painful erection as it pulsed with need.
“Get away from me,” he growled, fighting the urge to toss Mallory onto the bed and thrust into her waiting body again and again.
“I want you,” she whispered in a breathy voice.
Vaulcron’s control shattered. He spun around, lifted her off her feet, and situated her on her knees on the side of the bed in front of him.
Gritting his teeth, he fisted his shaft and stepped in close to her waiting heat.
An explosion suddenly ripped through the building, rocking the floor beneath Vaulcron’s feet.
He threw himself over Mallory’s body as the sheetrock in the ceiling cracked above his head.
“Oh, my God, what was that?” came Mallory’s muffled cry, her face now buried in the sheets.
The sound of gunshots erupted in the distance. Vaulcron jumped back and jerked his shorts up his legs. “Go into the bathroom.”
Mallory rolled from the bed, tugging the sheet with her as she ran. She disappeared inside the small bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
The sound of footsteps could be heard coming up the hall. Vaulcron braced himself as bullets peppered the iron door in an array of blasts that vibrated inside his skull.
“Vaulcron?” a voice yelled as the door was kicked in, and Braum came barreling into the room.
“Are you all right?” Braum rushed forward, anger etched on his face.
“I am.” Vaulcron turned and jerked open the bathroom door. “Mallory? Come. We must make haste.”
The sight of Mallory climbing from the shower stall with that sheet tied around her tore at Vaulcron’s heart. She shouldn’t have to experience the level of fear she experienced now.
Mallory ran to him, her eyes wild with confusion. “What’s going on?”
Vaulcron scooped her up into his arms. “We are being rescued. Keep your head down.”
“Rescued?” Mallory swung her gaze toward Braum standing in the middle of the room.
A low growl rumbled in Vaulcron’s chest as a small gasp slipped past Mallory’s lips. He pressed her head down to his shoulder and rushed toward the door. “I need a weapon.”
Braum jogged ahead, pulling a pistol from his belt. He turned slightly, handing it to Vaulcron as they ran. “The safety is on.”
Vaulcron nodded his understanding, switched the safety off, and shot off down the hall behind Braum. He kissed the top of Mallory’s head. “I will get you out of here, beautiful one.”
The door to the stairwell suddenly flew open, and two soldiers burst into the hall with guns blazing.
Vaulcron fired his weapon at the man on the right, taking him down with one shot. Braum felled the other.
“This way,” Braum whispered, taking the stairs the soldiers had recently
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