Chapter Twenty-Four
A week had passed since Mallory’s arrival in Playa Pilar. She’d stayed glued to the television when she wasn’t walking the beach with Vaulcron.
The days seemed to fly by with Mallory growing ever closer to the giant Bracadyte. If something were to happen to him, it would rip her heart out.
She’d nearly gone crazy avoiding his touch since their arrival in Cuba, but the lack of birth control made it impossible to give herself to him. After the fertility injections, the risk of becoming pregnant would be extremely high. If it wasn’t already too late.
“You are thinking again,” Vaulcron murmured, moving to sit next to her on the sofa.
“Watching the news always brings me down, knowing the longer I sit here, the more damage is being done by our government.”
“Perhaps you should not watch so much television.”
Mallory pressed the mute button on the remote control and gave Vaulcron her full attention. “I spoke with Griffin.”
A muscle ticked along Vaulcron’s jaw. “You should not have done that. You risk giving away our location.”
“I used a disposable phone. Besides, Griffin can be trusted. He’s the one who came to us when Jackson betrayed me, remember?”
“I remember. What did you learn from him?”
“That he has a copy of the interview I did with you back at my house. If I can somehow manage to get it on the air, I can expose President Howell and Raducha once and for all.”
Vaulcron gripped her shoulders while searching her gaze. “You cannot think that I will let you return to the States, Mallory. I thought I had made that clear.”
Regret warred with anger over his prehistoric assumption that he could force her to his will. “You are willing to let innocent people continue to die, as well as your own if Howell ever finds them, for the sake of keeping me here?”
Fear danced in his eyes. “I cannot lose you, Mallory. It would destroy me.”
She reached up and cupped his face. “You won’t lose me. I can be in and out without anyone knowing.”
“No—”
“They won’t be expecting me, Vaulcron,” she insisted, effectively cutting him off. “I’ve been gone for seven days. As far as they’re concerned, I’m never coming back.”
Vaulcron jerked her forward, crushing her against his chest. “Please do not continue with this line of thinking, Mallory. It is far too risky.”
Mallory could see that she was getting nowhere with Vaulcron. Hell, she’d known he wouldn’t understand that this was something she had to do.
As much as Mallory hated to deceive Vaulcron, she suddenly realized he left her no choice. “Okay then.”
“Okay?” He pulled back, his anxious gaze searching hers. “You will not attempt to go?”
“I won’t leave,” she lied, leaning in to brush her lips across his.
Vaulcron buried a hand in her hair and slanted his mouth over hers, devouring her with an urgency that bordered on desperation.
Mallory could taste the anguish in his kiss, the need and desire that matched her own.
He suddenly pulled back. “I want you, Mallory. To be inside your body, your mind, your soul.”
Butterflies exploded inside her stomach. She wanted him just as much, if not more. “We can’t,” she breathed, inhaling his masculine scent. “We don’t have any birth control.”
The agony staring back at her tore at Mallory’s heart. She reached down and dragged her shirt over her head. “But there are other ways to pleasure besides intercourse.”
Vaulcron’s eyebrows lifted. “I will do anything.”
“Then lie back.” Mallory stood and removed her shorts, anxiously watching as Vaulcron divested himself of his as well.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge erection pulsing against his stomach. She dropped to her knees in front of him.
Vaulcron stared down at her in obvious lust. “What are you going to do?”
“Just relax.” Mallory slid her palms up his thighs and wrapped her right hand around his rock-hard shaft.
The moan vibrating in his chest sounded animalistic and angry. Mallory paused.
“Do not stop,” he growled, his eyes darkening with desire. “I will go mad if you stop.”
Leaning forward, Mallory held his intense gaze as she slowly lowered her mouth over the head of his shaft.
Surprise registered on his handsome face but he didn’t try to stop her. “This is how humans—”
His words were cut off as she applied just the right amount of suction, forcing him deeper into her throat.
Mallory gripped him tighter in her fist, sliding her hand up and down his great length, following the course her mouth took.
His head dropped back, the corded muscles of his neck becoming prominent. A hiss escaped between his clenched teeth, and his hands immediately flew to her hair. “Mallory,” he snarled, lifting his hips on her next downward pass.
Mallory brought her other hand up and cupped the tight sac resting beneath his engorged shaft while continuing to make love to him with her mouth.
His legs began to shake, his breathing grew uneven, and his hands tightened in her hair seconds before his seed hit the back of her throat.
Mallory lifted her head but continued stroking him with her hand until his big body began to relax.
A shudder passed through him, and he shot forward, his hands wrapping around her ribcage. Mallory found herself flat on her back before she could gasp.
“Show me how it is done for a female,” Vaulcron rumbled, his breath punching in and out of his chest.
Mallory opened her mind to him, showing him what she liked with a vision of his mouth on her most sensitive area.
Another growl vibrated from his throat. He dropped his gaze to her center and gently ran a fingertip across her swollen bundle of nerves. “Right here?”
“Yes,” she mentally sent, unable to form words.
Vaulcron turned her around until her ass sat at the edge of the sofa and her feet touched the floor. He followed her around until he knelt between her open thighs. “Open your eyes.”
Mallory’s heavy lids lifted. She watched in breathless anticipation as his mouth descended toward her waiting heat.
Instead of touching her with his tongue, he did the unexpected.
He leaned in and nuzzled her with his cheek before dragging his nose along the crease of her leg and inhaling. “I want to bathe in your scent.”
Mallory moaned, her head lolling on her shoulders as her body became weak as a kitten. “Vaulcron…”
“Do you like that?” He nuzzled her again. “Your scent is sweet and exotic.”
Vaulcron brought a hand up and with the lightest touch, caressed her aching center.
“Please,” Mallory whispered, her hips instinctively lifting.
His large thumbs gently pressed against the fleshy softness of her sex, opening her for his invasion.
He touched her overly sensitive flesh with his tongue, swiping it down to her opening before sliding it back to where she wanted him most.
Mallory couldn’t stop the cry from slipping past her lips as he took her small bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked.
Her head fell back, her mind opened to him once again, and she could only bask in euphoria of his tongue mimicking what she’d shown him in her mind.
Sweat popped up on Mallory’s brow. She could only grip the material of the sofa in desperation as the orgasm building inside, grew in intensity.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think beyond the feel of Vaulcron’s tongue manipulating her, tormenting her.
He pressed a finger deep inside her and curled it forward.
Mallory screamed with the force of her release. Her entire body began to shake with powerful orgasmic spasms currently controlling her.
Releasing the sofa, she gripped his hair, pulled him hard against her, and rode out her orgasm against his sexy face.
Long moments passed with Vaulcron continuing to lick and nuzzle before he finally lifted his head. “I plan to do this, every day for the rest of your life.”
Mallory’s heart twisted at his words. After tomorrow, he would probably never want to see her again…