Mark clamped his hand around her throat but it had come too late. She’d been able to call out to the New Species. They had to have heard her, she hoped at least, as she glared up at the asshole on top of her. If looks could have killed, she knew her life would end with those hazel eyes glaring at her.
“It’s a sad day when someone picks an animal over their own kind,” Paul grunted. “Back to back, men. Shoot anything that moves.”
Tammy frantically struggled with the belt holding her wrists. It didn’t help that they were pinned under her ass, making it tougher to wiggle free. She was careful not to brush against Mark’s spread thighs where they straddled her hips. She became aware that his hold didn’t ease and she couldn’t breathe. As seconds ticked by she realized he didn’t plan to let go.
Panic gripped her and she jerked both knees up. He cursed when they hit his back, had to release her to use his palm to catch his weight before he pitched forward, choosing to let go of her throat instead of his gun. Tammy gasped in air and let her legs drop.
“Don’t do that, bitch,” he hissed at her.
“I couldn’t breathe,” she gasped.
He glared at her. “Fucking bit―”
Tammy stared at Mark as his words were cut off and his eyes widened. His mouth stretched open, almost if he were going to scream, but only a very soft hiss came out. His gaze lowered slowly to the knife handle that protruded from his chest. Red suddenly flowed from his mouth and splattered on Tammy. The warm, wet, bright blood spread over her bare skin.
Tammy reacted after a split second of utter horror. She twisted hard and lifted her hips, bucking her body toward the fire. Mark’s weight shifted, crumpled, and Tammy rolled hard in the opposite direction to get out from under him completely. Once free, she used her shoulder to brace her upper body on the grass since her hands were bound behind her back.
She crouched on her shoulder and knees, ignoring the debris from the ground that dug into her skin. She heard someone fire a gun, the sound really loud, and all hell broke loose as more gunfire erupted a heartbeat later. She didn’t know if they shot at her or not. She struggled to her feet in frenzied desperation and bolted for the darkness of the woods.
Tammy kept moving even though some bullets tore up tree trunks around her but she didn’t stop. She left the campfire behind without feeling anything strike her body and managed to avoid running into any trees. Once the firelight faded it left her totally blind.
She ran until her shoulder slammed into a low branch and the impact sent her sprawling to her knees. She fought her way to her feet and painfully leaned against the rough bark, trying to catch the breath that had been knocked from her lungs and ignored the roughness against her skin.
A male screamed behind her—a horrible, painful sound, but it motivated her to keep moving. She jerked her wrists but the leather still refused to give. Frustration and fear battled as she stumbled forward. She wanted to put distance between the bullets and her.
She walked and prayed her vision would adjust to the darkness. It sounded as though a war was being waged behind her with guns going off and all the yelling that shattered the night. Tammy could finally make out dim shapes and her pace increased to a fast walk. She didn’t make it far until something suddenly shifted into her path. The shape moved in from the side—something big, whatever it was, and it came right at her.
She opened her mouth to scream as she attempted to twist away to run in a new direction but it moved faster. Large hands grabbed her waist.
“Tammy,” Valiant rasped.
She froze. The hands pulled her against a cloth-covered chest. She inhaled the masculine scent she hadn’t forgotten. In that moment she admitted she’d missed it and him. His big body felt warm and large with his arms secured around her waist in a hug. Her knees gave out but she didn’t fall. He kept her firmly against him.
“I’ve got you.”
Tammy’s fingers itched to grab hold of him but she couldn’t. She sniffed and fought her tears of relief that he’d found and saved her. She’d been terrified. Those men had hurt her but she knew safety in Valiant’s arms. Her nightmare had ended. He’d make sure they didn’t get a chance to take her again. She had absolute faith in that.
“I’m going to sit you down and give you my shirt,” he softly rasped. “Your skin is cold. Do you understand me?”
She nodded against his chest and Valiant softly growled as helped her down to a patch of chilly grass. She stared up at his dark shape when he crouched in front of her. He wasn’t more than a big, comforting shadow in the darkness with a raspy voice. Cloth brushed her leg.