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quickly over her.

His cock slammed inside her vagina. Stretching her, filling her as they both cried out at the clawing,

greedy lust that had taken control of their bodies. There was no time to ease into their race for

completion. Their bodies were frenzied, locked together in a dance of agonized pleasure. His hips drove

his erection deep, thrusting hard and fast. She felt the small thumb of flesh that began to grow tautly erect

on it just under the head of his cock. It raked the gripping muscles that milked his shaft until with one last

heavy thrust it fully emerged, locking him in deep, jerking, pulsing against the sensual trigger deep within

her body as his sperm erupted from the head of his cock.

Merinus saw stars. Her climax was like a ravaging beast as it ripped through her body this time. She

couldn’t breathe, she could only convulse against him as his teeth bit into the skin between her neck and

shoulder, just enough pain, just enough edge to drive her into madness.

It was long moments later before she felt Callan collapse to the bed beside her, drawing her tight against

his heaving chest as he dragged the blankets over their cooling bodies. He held her close to his heat, his

hand pressing her face into his chest, his body wrapping protectively around her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice agonized. “Oh God, Merinus, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She pulled back from his chest, staring into the tortured depths of his golden eyes. She was sated,

relaxed. Her body no longer throbbed, lust no longer clawed at her insides.

“For what?” Her hand lifted weakly to caress the hard line of his jaw.

“I hurt you.” He laid his hand over hers, pressing it close. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hmm,” she murmured. “Hurt me again some more next time then. You must have found a cure.”

“What?” His voice was shocked.

“I can sleep now.” She closed her eyes to do just that. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Callan.”

She snuggled against his chest, feeling his arms come around her with a hesitancy that brought tears to

her eyes. She kissed his chest weakly, then let the darkness and the incredible warmth of his body lull her

into peace. For the first time since seeing his picture on her father’s desk weeks ago, Merinus was at

peace.





CHAPTER NINETEEN



It was barely dawn when Callan brought Merinus quickly awake. With his hand over her mouth, his

voice a quiet hiss in her ear, he warned her to silence. Staring up at him in surprise, Merinus nodded her

head, barely recognizing the savage standing before her.

His expression was hard, frightening in the dim light of the room. What was even more terrifying was the

fact that he was dressed in dark fatigues, his hair tied back, his amber eyes glowing with an eerie light

within the darkness of the room.

“Here.” He jerked her shirt over her head as he pushed her shorts into her hands. “Dress quickly.”

He was already dressed. As she dragged her shorts nervously over her hips, he handed her socks and

her hiking boots.

“Hurry,” he urged her as she pulled the socks and boots on and laced them with trembling fingers.

As she rushed to dress, Callan was stuffing small boxes in a backpack, his movements hurried but

controlled. Muscles bunched beneath the clothing, tight and hard, his body tense in preparation for

danger. This was not a relaxing wake up call.

“What’s wrong?” Confusion filled her voice, though she fought to keep it at a low whisper.

“We have company. Soldiers.” He grabbed her hand when she tied off her boot and drew her quickly to

the door.

It was then Merinus saw the dull glint of the gun he carried in his hand. Small and lethal, the silver black

color gleamed subtly in the darkness, reminding her of the death that always surrounded him. She took a

deep, steadying breath, following him as he drew her from the bed. Keeping his other hand wrapped

carefully around her wrist, he pulled her from the bedroom, heading cautiously down the dark hallway.

Merinus couldn’t hear anything. She strained to detect any sound out of the ordinary, but all she heard

was total silence, and the dull thud of her own heartbeat. They moved carefully along the hallway, staying

flat against the wall as he drew her towards the kitchen. Drawing her down to a crouch, Callan moved

her into the kitchen and over to the door that led into the garage. There, he turned the doorknob silently,

standing alert as he inhaled slowly.

He jerked the door opened and rushed her across the concrete floor to the hidden door. It opened

before they could reach it. Sherra waved them in quickly, dressed in fatigues as well, a gun in her hand.