The soldier didn’t move.
He just stood there..frozen in the doorway, blood streaking his face, chest heaving, eyes flickering between Lucien and the slick, knotted body writhing underneath him.
“Did I f*****g stutter?” he barked, voice cracking through the room like a command from the gods. “I said get the f**k out.”
The soldier jolted like he’d been shot, turned fast, and slammed the door behind him with a bang that rattled the walls.
Lucien didn’t even glance toward it. His gaze was fixed on her. Her flushed face. Her parted lips.
He moved.
Hard.
Then he thrust back in.
She gasped.
“Lucien..what’s going on? Why are the rogues attacking…?”
Lucien growled and moaned
But He didn’t stop.
He slammed into her again. Her breasts bounced under him, her nails scraped his back, her bod
