Read Under the Alpha's Protection for Free Online
Authors: Doris O'Connor
the way my jeans are soaked through with your need for me. I love every inch of your curves , and I don’t give a flying fuck if your back will carry scars. I'll lick every inch of them and then eat out your pussy until you scream my name, until you know I own you, body, soul, and mind."
He paused to see what effect his words were having on her, mindful of the fact that he was half shifted. Never in his life had he had such trouble keeping his wolf under control. His eyes had bled to yellow, his claws had run out, and his fangs pricked the side of his lips, yet she hadn't seemed to notice. Or if she had, it didn't send her cowering away from him. Quite the opposite, in fact. She pushed her ass into his groin, and she brought her arms up, and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his head down to her level. The tentative kiss she dropped on his jaw had him clench every muscle in his body with the effort it took not to howl in joy.
"Do you really mean it? You want me?"
****
Instead of answering her, the world tilted and all the air left her lungs in a big whoosh, when Raoul threw her over his shoulder. In a few long legged strides he'd crossed the distance to his bed, and before she could blink she was lying face down over his lap with his shirt pulled up and falling over her head. Thus robbed off her vision she could only feel, and a shiver of anticipation went through her, when he massaged the globes of her ass with his hands. He grabbed full handfuls and squeezed. By rights she should have been mortified that he could do that so easily, but his appreciative murmurs, and the way he ran his fingers through her soaking wet slit robbed her off any ability to think. All she could do was feel.
"I want you to count these spanks, squirt. I'll only use my hands this time ." He chuckled at the shiver that went through her body. "Ah, I see, my little naughty girl likes that idea. You'll take as many of these as you can. If it gets too much, your safe word is red. Are we clear?"
"Yes."
He yanked her hair, and she flinched.
"Yes, Sir," she hastily added.
"Good girl, now count."
The first slap took her breath away with the sheer intensity behind it. This wasn't a playful swat on the backside. No, this was a no holds barred smack that echoed around the room and left her ass on fire.
"One." She panted the word, and another smack followed on the other cheek this time.
"Two."
Slap.
"Three."
Slap .
"Four."
Tears streamed down her face, as the blows continued to fall. Raoul hit a different spot every time until her butt and upper thighs were a hot stinging mess of pain that morphed into arousal so intense Nikita could barely stand it. Higher and higher she climbed until with one last exhale she counted twenty-five, and he stopped.
Curiously bereft, her empty pussy clenched in desperate need, but Raoul sat her up, and pulled her into a hug. With an audible rip his shirt fell off her body , and he wrapped a soft blanket around her shoulders. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and cool liquid touched her parched lips.
"Drink, squirt."
Nikita didn't even think to argue, so enthralling was his deep voice, and she drank the cool liquid eagerly, until he took the water bottle away and his hot, firm lips touched hers. Her barely banked down arousal flared into an inferno again, and she moaned when he broke the kiss and licked along her jaw. His curiously rough tongue reminded her of her cat at home, and created exquisite friction along her sweat slicked skin.
"Get on the bed for me and lie down on your front." The whispered words into her ear galvanized her into action, and he murmured his approval.
"Good girl. I'm going to restrain you now, my sweet girl. Just your arms to start with, and then I'm going to fuck you."
She couldn’t stop her moan at those words, and he laughed, the sound so low and sexy, Nikita was sure she could come from listening to his voice alone. He ran a hand down her spine until he reached her butt, and
He paused to see what effect his words were having on her, mindful of the fact that he was half shifted. Never in his life had he had such trouble keeping his wolf under control. His eyes had bled to yellow, his claws had run out, and his fangs pricked the side of his lips, yet she hadn't seemed to notice. Or if she had, it didn't send her cowering away from him. Quite the opposite, in fact. She pushed her ass into his groin, and she brought her arms up, and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his head down to her level. The tentative kiss she dropped on his jaw had him clench every muscle in his body with the effort it took not to howl in joy.
"Do you really mean it? You want me?"
****
Instead of answering her, the world tilted and all the air left her lungs in a big whoosh, when Raoul threw her over his shoulder. In a few long legged strides he'd crossed the distance to his bed, and before she could blink she was lying face down over his lap with his shirt pulled up and falling over her head. Thus robbed off her vision she could only feel, and a shiver of anticipation went through her, when he massaged the globes of her ass with his hands. He grabbed full handfuls and squeezed. By rights she should have been mortified that he could do that so easily, but his appreciative murmurs, and the way he ran his fingers through her soaking wet slit robbed her off any ability to think. All she could do was feel.
"I want you to count these spanks, squirt. I'll only use my hands this time ." He chuckled at the shiver that went through her body. "Ah, I see, my little naughty girl likes that idea. You'll take as many of these as you can. If it gets too much, your safe word is red. Are we clear?"
"Yes."
He yanked her hair, and she flinched.
"Yes, Sir," she hastily added.
"Good girl, now count."
The first slap took her breath away with the sheer intensity behind it. This wasn't a playful swat on the backside. No, this was a no holds barred smack that echoed around the room and left her ass on fire.
"One." She panted the word, and another smack followed on the other cheek this time.
"Two."
Slap.
"Three."
Slap .
"Four."
Tears streamed down her face, as the blows continued to fall. Raoul hit a different spot every time until her butt and upper thighs were a hot stinging mess of pain that morphed into arousal so intense Nikita could barely stand it. Higher and higher she climbed until with one last exhale she counted twenty-five, and he stopped.
Curiously bereft, her empty pussy clenched in desperate need, but Raoul sat her up, and pulled her into a hug. With an audible rip his shirt fell off her body , and he wrapped a soft blanket around her shoulders. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and cool liquid touched her parched lips.
"Drink, squirt."
Nikita didn't even think to argue, so enthralling was his deep voice, and she drank the cool liquid eagerly, until he took the water bottle away and his hot, firm lips touched hers. Her barely banked down arousal flared into an inferno again, and she moaned when he broke the kiss and licked along her jaw. His curiously rough tongue reminded her of her cat at home, and created exquisite friction along her sweat slicked skin.
"Get on the bed for me and lie down on your front." The whispered words into her ear galvanized her into action, and he murmured his approval.
"Good girl. I'm going to restrain you now, my sweet girl. Just your arms to start with, and then I'm going to fuck you."
She couldn’t stop her moan at those words, and he laughed, the sound so low and sexy, Nikita was sure she could come from listening to his voice alone. He ran a hand down her spine until he reached her butt, and