Page 20 of Mac's Vow

Alyssa’s second orgasm fueled his already rampant need. He grasped her by the waist and lifted her out of the tub. After he towel-dried her, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her gently on top of the comforter, then came down beside her. He turned her to her side, facing away, and entered her in one smooth stroke from behind. Alyssa’s flesh molded to his shape. Her body so hot, Mac thought he’d go up in flames. He didn’t care, it’d be one hell of a way to go.

“Fuck me faster, Mac,” Alyssa whimpered, her need a living, breathing entity in that moment in time. Mac ached to pound into her. Fuck her hard, drive himself deep. But he was ever mindful of her injuries.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against the satiny skin of her nape.

She shook her head. “You won’t. I swear you won’t, Mac.”

He quickened his pace, unable to help himself any longer. Alyssa did that to him. Sapped him of his strength. “Do you feel me inside of you, Alyssa? Nothing else exists. Only us together always.”

“Oh, Mac,” she whispered as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you. I love you forever and always, Alyssa.” He thought of the Mitchells. The threat against her was still very real. He wrapped an arm around her middle and held her tight against his body. “No one will hurt you again.” He would keep her safe at any cost. “I’d kill them if they tried.”

“Don’t, Mac. Just make love to me.”

He rocked against her, his dick driving deep. In and out. Faster. Harder. The only sounds in the room were of Alyssa and Mac touching and playing. Their bodies came together with new purpose. Souls entwined. Every atom of Mac’s body seemed to seek Alyssa’s. It was the single most beautiful experience of his life.

It was an hour later before Mac realized he hadn’t used a condom. It was the first time he’d ever done that. He’d recently had a clean bill of health and he hadn’t been dating anyone since his last checkup. Still, Alyssa could be pregnant. And why didn’t that thought make his nuts shrivel up? That one was easy because this was the woman who owned his heart. She’d crawled right up into his soul all those years ago and he’d never let her leave. Having children with her would be a blessing. He’d welcome fatherhood if it meant Alyssa was the mother of his babies. He needed to talk to her in the morning. Find out if she was on birth control. Sleep was a long time coming.

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Something dragged Mac out of a sound sleep. He’d been dreaming of Alyssa swollen with his baby. She’d been so fucking beautiful. He opened his eyes and waited for them to adjust to the darkness. Alyssa was wrapped around him. Half on top of him, half off. She snored softly against his chest. Mac had one hand on her ass and the other cupping the back of her head. She moved around, getting more comfortable while he listened for the sound that had woke him. The apartment was quiet, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he knew better than to ignore his instincts.

Mac scooted Alyssa aside and got out of bed. He quickly put on his jeans and walked on silent feet out of the room. A crash sounded from the front room. Like glass breaking. Someone was in the apartment. Cameron, that fucker. Had to be. How the hell had he gotten in?

A dark shadow near the front door had Mac searching around for the light switch. He located it to his left and flipped it on. Cameron stood frozen with his eyes wide. His lip curled upward as he glared at him. “Who the fuck are you?”

Every mark that Cameron had inflicted on Alyssa’s body was burned onto Mac's brain. They zipped through his mind like a sick movie, fueling his rage. He crossed the room in two strides and took hold of Cameron’s white button-down. “You never should’ve touched her,” Mac gritted out, as he let the beast inside him loose finally. His fist shot out and connected with a satisfying crack against the side of the other man’s jaw. Cameron howled in pain and he brought his own fists up. He threw a wild punch, but Mac was quicker as he ducked and delivered an uppercut to Cameron’s chin. He hit the floor, holding the side of his face and cursing. Mac came down on top of him, straddling his chest, then punched him again. This time a right jab to his nose. Blood spurted and Cameron’s curses turned to whimpers. A cry from behind caught Mac mid-swing. He turned to find Alyssa standing just inside the room. She wore his t-shirt and had her cell phone in her hand.

“I’ve called 911,” she shouted as he turned to hit Cameron again. “Stop, Mac!”

Cameron struggled beneath him, but Mac was bigger and stronger. Judging by the smell of alcohol on the asshole’s breath, Cameron was also drunk as hell. “Get me something to tie him up with, Alyssa.”

Alyssa quickly fled the room, leaving Mac alone with the man who’d bitten her. Whipped her. Tried to rape her. Mac leaned close until he was inches away from Cameron. “Give me a reason, you sick fuck.”

“Alyssa ismygirlfriend,” Cameron whined, spittle flying from his mouth. “Who the hell are you?”

Mac stood, then dragged Cameron to his feet. He fisted a handful of his shirt and yanked him close, then whispered, “I’m the man who is going to put you in prison.”

Cameron’s bloodied face spit into a psychotic grin. “I’ll never serve a day.”

Mac punched him in the stomach and watched the other man crumple. Mac crouched over him. “Do you know what they do to pedophiles in prison, Cam?”

Cameron stiffened. “W-what?”

Ah, that got his attention. Cameron lifted up, both hands covering his stomach. His eye was already swelling shut and his jaw hung slightly lopsided. Between all that and the blood running from his nose should’ve been enough to satisfy Mac, but it wasn’t. Would never be enough.

Alyssa came up beside him and handed him a blue silk scarf. “Will this work?”

Mac nodded and took the material from her, then began securing Cameron’s wrists. Afterward, he yanked him toward the couch and shoved him onto it. “You move, you die,” Mac bit out.

Cameron glared at Alyssa. “Who the hell is this ape, Alyssa?”

She ignored him completely and turned toward Mac. “Are you okay?” She reached up and cupped his face. “When I woke up and heard the noise I didn’t know what to think.”

“I’m fine,” he reassured her as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. He didn’t like the frown on her face, nor the way she kept biting at her lip. “We’re good, Alyssa. I promise.”

She nodded, then her gaze darted toward Cameron. She sighed and rubbed a palm over her face. "Thank you for being here, Mac.”

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