What Mallory had not anticipated was the weather. Colorado was one of those places where it could change in a moment, and even though it looked completely clear when she had looked outside a little while before, now there were definite rain clouds in the future. By the time she got to the meeting spot, Mallory was soaked, and she wasn't feeling as teasing as she had been.
Vincent was late as well. She was probably right on time, but she still had to wait ten to fifteen minutes until he finally showed up. By then she was drenched, and it has gotten inside of her. She was shaking and her teeth were chattering when Vincent shifted in front of her. His bare chest was quickly covered in water droplets running down his body.
Her breath hitched in her throat. The whole intention was that she was going to make him want her, just like she wanted him. Mallory hadn’t really thought it through that much. Only that she missed the look on his face from before. That was literally the only thing on her mind when she came to that conclusion.
“What are you wearing?”
His voice was low, and he made her turn and look at him. He didn’t seem to see the rain, the lightning, the fact that everything around them was turning into a big mud puddle. He was only worried about the erect nipples that were pushing through her shirt, by the way he was looking at her. Mallory tried to wave it off, but there was an impossibility to it all. He had that look back on his face, the one she was looking for. This time, though, it seemed far more desperate than before.
“This is all I had.”
He didn’t believe her. It was written all over his face, and when he took a step toward her, she took one back. He wasn’t running away from her this time. The rain was pouring on them both, but it didn’t stop her from seeing the determination in his eyes. Vincent wanted something and Mallory didn’t know what it was. She worried about what he wanted from her. By the look of it, he was going to get it.
She backpedaled until she found herself backed up against the trunk of a tree. Mallory wanted to get away, she needed an escape plan, but he was standing in the way of her getting around him. There was obviously something that he wanted from her.
“You don’t want to fight in this weather, do you?”
Vincent shook his head. “That’s not what I had in mind.”
Mallory didn’t know what he meant, until he was pulling her down closer to him and kissing her on the lips. It was sudden, but felt like it had been coming for a while. How long had she wanted him to kiss her? She never thought it would happen, and no amount of fantasy could prepare her for it. Vincent was a hell of a man in all ways. It was hard to imagine that any woman would be able to ignore his charm. She wasn’t immune to it and since she was already pressed up against him, Mallory was thankful to be melting against him. He just felt that good and she wanted more.
Her lips beseeched his and opened to his wandering as well as demanding tongue. It slid in like it belonged and played with her own. Each time that they touched, another shiver of pleasure came over her. It took over her whole being and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it.
Her yoga pants that had offended him so were yanked off of her and Mallory could hear them ripping. She didn’t care, though. A frenzy had started inside of her, and the only thing that was going to make it better was for the two of them to be together in all ways. That’s what she was waiting for.
Chapter 7
Vincent didn’t know what came over him, but once he saw Mallory wearing those same pants, he just lost it. He wasn’t sure why, but that was the last straw. The last bit of control that he had was gone when the grey pants were in front of him, again. How could he let it go?
Then she was kissing him, looking at him with that innocent look of desire in her eyes. At that point, Vincent hadn’t even had a choice. Seriously, what else was he supposed to do? What else would any man do? He dared anyone to claim that they would do something different than what he was about to do.
His hands moved between her legs, and hewaited for her to react before going further. It was happening fast, and Vincent needed to make sure that she was still with him. He didn’t want to rush it. He pulled back and looked at her, eyes glazed and barely open.
“Do you want this?”
She agreed with a quick shake of her head, saying something about doing it quick before she changed her mind. Considering the consequences, maybe they should have thought about it. But he didn’t want to. Vincent didn't want the thought of consequences to make him stop. He would worry about all of that later. As long as she was willing, so was he.
Before either one of them could say another word, Vincent pulled her tighter to him, and when he kissed her again, she sighed in the most appeasing way. He wanted to believe that it was something that was like a fluke, but it didn't feel like a fluke. It felt like something that he pushed, because it was what he needed. He had wanted Mallory since he saw her at the Academy. Knowing who she was, who she was tied to, he just hadn’t cared.
His hands pulled her pants down, ripping them and the panties underneath. He hadn’t aimed to do it, but it was impossible to stop it. He was just too excited, and before he could stop himself, he was pressed up against her very center. It was weeping for him, and Vincent knew that he had to have her soon or he was going to lose all control.
He thrust in her quickly. They both made a whining sound and her arms tightened around his neck. Vincent himself was not ready for the feeling that came over him. She was impossibly tight, and it felt like he had just opened her. He pushed that thought aside, though. There was no way that he was her first. What was clear, though, was she was tight as hell, and if she had done it, it hadn't been that many times.
Kissing her lips, Mallory didn't move for several moments. He wanted to ask her, find out what the truth was, but there was something holding him back. Vincent was worried that it would stop what was going on. He would ask later, that's what he told himself.
Instead of saying anything like that, he told her how good she felt and how he wanted to be inside of her forever. Vincent still wasn't even moving, worried that if she was innocent, he had just flagrantly popped her cherry without much finesse. He would have done it so much better, if he had known.
Pulling away from her lips and looking in her eyes, he asked her if she was okay. There was an embarrassment that he could clearly see, though, he didn't understand it. She had nothing to be embarrassed about.
“I’m going to start moving slowly now.”
Mallory nodded her head up and down, but it was quite clear that she was nervous. If he was honest, Vincent was as well. He was already where he wasn't supposed to be, and now he was going to do things to her that he knew he wasn't supposed to do. This was Balthazar's mate. He had no rights to her. But for the night, Mallory was going to be his. Vincent wasn't going to feel guilty about it, but he was worried about what it would all mean in the morning.
Then, he started to move inside of her, and she really awakened. The sounds of her screams and pleasure filled the air for several moments. Then his name was repeated a few times off of her lips, only encouraging him to go faster. How could he slow down, when she was begging him to take her in such a way that he could never refuse?
It wasn't long before he was finding the end near. Although he wanted to prolong it, the middle of the woods up against a tree, was probably not the best way or place to do it. He pushed forward a few more times, making sure that she was quick to orgasm. He did not want to finish alone and was thankful that it took only a moment before she was jumping off the cliff with him. He didn't think he'd be able to wait that long.
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