Protect and Service (5 page)

He pulled away with a moan. “Damn, you taste so freaking good.”

I arched my back, arms above my head in a languorous stretch. Little waves of sensation still lapped through me, washing over my skin in a delicate dance. Fuck me. He was good. Better than good. If I’d known wolves were this good in the sack, I’d have seduced one when they’d come out of the closet years ago.

A belt snapped, followed by a zipper and the rustle of fabric as Jared shed his clothes faster than a teenage boy on his first date. I lifted up on my elbows and watched the show as his body was revealed for the first time. I’d known he was fit and muscular but there was a whole world of difference between knowing that from the way his clothes fit and actually seeing it.

He was…hell yeah.

I bit my lip as need washed through me again. A new, harder sensation that paid no never mind to the fact I’d just come harder than I had in years. Perhaps ever. Clothed he looked damn fine. Naked… I didn’t have the words.

He stood in my hall totally nude, not at all embarrassed as my gaze wandered over every muscled inch of him. Toned, totally lickable muscles under satin skin peppered with dark hair. My gaze wandered down toned abs, following the narrow line of hair…then stopped abruptly.

“Fuck. Me.” I blinked, then turned my head sideways. “Are you sure you’re not a were-donkey?”

“Babe, you
so
get extra points for that one.”

He grinned, flipped open the wallet in his hand and extracted a small foil packet. The wallet hit the floor as he ripped the package open, smoothing the condom over his rigid length with a practised gesture. Heat and jealousy wrapped around each other. Heat that he was hot, hard and oooh so ready for action…and jealousy that he’d done this enough to get the rubber on in a hot second.

He looked up, caught me looking at him and smiled his crooked, sexy little smile. Just like that, I was done for.

A large hand hit the step by my head, the corded muscles in his forearm just teasing me to lick and trace them with my tongue. Before I got the chance, he was there, nudging my thighs wider apart to settle between them. Dipping his knee, he reached between us, big hand wrapping around his cock as he positioned himself.

I bit my lip, holding my breath in anticipation. Waiting for it. Desperate for it. A moan whispered from my lips as he slid the thick head against me, sliding it along my lower lips and wetting the tip. Then he stopped, the crown settling against my hole. I wiggled, hooking my legs around him to get him to hurry the hell up. I needed cock and I needed it now. Right now. My thoughts were dominated by how good it would feel to have that thick length penetrating me, sliding deep inside to stroke all the lovely little nerve endings that had been neglected for far too long.

“Breathe, sweets. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he whispered, his lips nuzzling under my ear as he started to press forward.

“Screw gentle.” This time the growl was mine, punctuated by another gasp as he slipped a half inch inside me. “Just get on with it and fuck me.”

He chuckled, the low sound masculine and dirty. “
Hell
yes, ma’am.”

His free hand wrapped around my thigh, thumb hooking behind my knee as he urged the leg up. With a roll of his hips he surged forward, upward, inward, penetrating me with one long hard shove. I keened, throwing my head back. I felt every thick inch. He pressed against my inner walls, his deeply veined shaft forcing me to accept him, to take him, until he bottomed out, balls against my ass cheeks.

My pussy throbbed, stretched wider than…yeah, were-donkey for sure. But I didn’t care. I rode the delicious edge between pleasure and pain as I waited for my body to get used to him. Impatient for the pushy-shoving
fuckmehard
portion of the evening.

He didn’t ask if I was okay. Didn’t need to, his focus so totally on me, on the reactions of my body that he felt the minute relaxation that signalled I’d started to ease off. Then he moved and blew my mind.

His next thrust was hard and fast. Totally delicious. Pleasure rolled through my veins like the bubbles in soda, a madcap race of pure mayhem. Growling against my skin, he didn’t just fuck me. He took me. Claimed me. Branded me with every hard shove, every rasp of his lips against the side of my neck.

I whimpered and moaned, pinned under him as he screwed me with feral intensity. His dick filled me again and again, as though he were trying to make us one with the sheer act. I ran my hands down his back, nails digging in as I clung. He groaned, lifting his head far enough that I could see the amber in his eyes.

Heat flooded my cunt again at the expression there. Hot and possessive, a little desperate; it stroked my feminine ego and sent my arousal through the roof. I’d been waiting all my life for a man to look at me that way.

“Mine,” he panted, the sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl as he rolled his hips, impaling me with a savage gesture. “All mine.”

The heat built in my veins. A thing of hard and cruel beauty, it took no prisoners as everything in my body tightened. Shivers roamed my skin, an inferno low in my belly as he slid his arm around my waist and yanked me up as he stood until my ass barely grazed the step. Until I was held completely in his strong arms. He supported me, surrounded me, everything I needed as he fucked me insensible.

His other hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so his lips could claim my throat. I whimpered as his teeth scraped the tender flesh. My cunt throbbed, clit heavy and aching as I felt the sharp edge of an elongated canine against my neck. What would it be like to be bitten? I’d heard it was agony and ecstasy combined. Pure pleasure to pay for the loss of humanity.

Deep longing filled me. For him to bite down. To be everything he needed. To be the one he wanted enough to change.

He felt my stillness and withdrew his teeth.

“No, please.” I was past caring about begging. Past anything but the need to please him. “Do it, I want you to.”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning,” he promised, kissing my neck and rolling his hips to mash his pelvis against mine. The scream burst from my throat before I could stop it, pleasure bursting outwards as the movement trapped my clit between us, massaging the small bundle of nerves. He swore, my name on his lips as I clamped down around his cock, strong vaginal muscles holding him tight where he was buried inside me.

He growled, snarling against my throat as he redoubled his efforts. His hard, large body wrapped around mine, holding me still and somehow managing to power into me at the same time. I loved it, wanted more…needed more. Needed everything.

Then everything became too much. Too much pressure, too much sensation. I froze, feeling the abyss open beneath me. That spilt second before coming where I danced on the very edge of utter pleasure.

He felt it, paused with just the head of his cock inside me and pulled back to look deep into my eyes. Honesty warred with carnal need. “Marry me.”

Heat and something else slammed into me as I bit my lip. Not waiting for an answer he thrust home.

“Yes…god, yes.”

I screamed, his name rebounding off the walls, and he snarled in answer. All pretence of civility disappeared as I came hard around him. My pussy clamped around the thick cock buried deep inside me, milking him in rhythmic waves. His thrusts became harder, stronger, more feral. Solid thrusts that I welcomed as heat and sheer ecstasy made a playground of my body.

He stumbled forward, shielding me with the cradle of his arms as we dropped back onto the steps. Two heavy thrusts followed, ones I felt from the top of my head right the way down to where my toes curled. His cock jerked within me as his movements faltered.

He pulled back, caught my gaze and I watched as he came apart. His nostrils flared, heat and darkness chasing the amber from his eyes as they unfocused. He threw his head back. Roared. The cords stood out in his neck, every muscle and tendon taut as he rammed himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came hard and fast.

We stayed locked, each tiny movement enough to set off a cascade of pleasure until the waves became small ebbs and flows. Slowly he adjusted his hold, his arm hard around the back of my hips to hold me in place as he turned over, planted his ass on the step and settled me carefully into his lap. I went easily, still boneless with bliss. His fingers slid gently through my loose hair. I murmured in contentment as I rested against his shoulder, my eyes closed. If there was a heaven on earth, I’d found it.

“No sleeping on me yet, sexy.” His voice was low, but full of passion and promise. “I’ve got a bucket list of dirty things I want to do to you, with you…have you do to me. Then when you’re totally worn out, I’ll ask that question again.”

I didn’t need to know what question he meant. The proposal hung between us as I tried to figure out if he meant it, or whether it had been a heat of the moment thing. His lips nuzzled my temple.

“But be warned, I’ll keep asking it until you say yes. I told you before, I’m a wolf. And we always get what we want in the end.”

I smiled, not bothering to answer. He was a wolf, stubborn and tenacious…there was no question of what my answer would be. That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy his ‘persuasion’.

And I planned to. A lot.

The End

About Mina Carter

Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.

Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A veteran Star Trek RPGer, she’s run both games and groups of games but now finds her home in Bravo Fleet, one of the internet’s oldest Star Trek simm groups.

She juggles being a mum, working full time and writing, tossing another ball in the air with her cover artwork. For Mina, writing time is the wee hours of the morning before anyone wakes up and starts making demands, or any spare minute that can be begged, bought or conned.

Her first stories were penned at age 11, when she used a stationery set meant for Christmas thank you letters to write stories instead. More recently, she wrote for her own amusement and to save on outrageous monthly book bills. Now she’s totally addicted and needs her daily writing fix or heads roll!
http://mina-carter.com

Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About Mina Carter