Under the Alpha's Protection Page 4

  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 then he scraped his nails along the tender flesh. The burn was pain and bliss all wrapped into one, and she jumped when he parted her ass cheeks.

  He dropped a kiss on her anus and slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to pant, and her internal muscles pulled tight, and tried to draw the digit inside. Raoul laughed softly and slipped another finger into her desperately clenching cunt at the same time as his tongue pushed through the tight ring of her muscle that had never been breached before. Warmth spread through her as that tongue probed in tune with his fingers in her pussy. He took her right to the edge and then withdrew.

  "Nooooo." The high-pitched wail leaving her mouth didn't sound like her voice at all. Raoul paid no heed to her whimpering. Instead he grasped one of her arms and pulled it upwards, and then there was the sound of Velcro and something soft and thick wrapped around her wrist.

  He ran his finger underneath the restraint, and then his face appeared in her blurry vision. Unlike earlier when her mind had played tricks on her, this time round all she saw was Raoul in all his ruggedly handsome glory. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his bare chest. He must have somehow got undressed when she wasn't paying attention, too caught up in the myriad of sensations he'd already coaxed from her body.

  If this was what kinky sex did, then Nikita couldn't understand why more people didn't embrace this lifestyle. Never in her life had she been this turned on. Raoul repeated the process to her other arm until she was tied and couldn't move.

  "What's your safe word, squirt?"

  "Red, but I don't need it. Please don't stop."

  "Good girl."

  The approval in his voice washed over her senses, and Nikita was close to tears, so overwhelmed was she by the intensity of the moment.

  With her breasts squashed into the bed, her nipples chafed against the cover, and she bucked when he slid his hands under her and pinched each nipple in turn. With his naked chest pressed against her back, exerting pressure on the left-over soreness there, Nikita felt owned, and used, and she reveled in that feeling, as he rolled each hard nub between his fingertips and pulled. Darts of arousal shot through her body to her clit, and she couldn't help her breathless moan.

  "Oh, that feels so good."

  He kissed her shoulder and withdrew again. Tiny stings to her back made her gasp. Each sting was soothed by soft lips.

  "Turn your head and look at us in the mirror. I want you to see me fuck you. I want you to see my cock plundering your sweet cunt, so that you'll know who owns you."

  Instead of appalling her, those words excited her further, and she dutifully turned to look. Even though her vision was hazy she could see him towering over her, his body so big and dark compared to her, and every fiber of her being tensed when she caught the first glimpse of his cock. Thick and long, it rose from its thatch of dark hair, his heavy balls swinging underneath as he moved. Raoul took himself in hand and stroked his dick from head to root with slow measured moves that had her mewling anew.

  "Beg me for my cock, girl. Tell me you want it. Tell me you're mine."

  "Yes, anything, please. I need you …. I need your cock … Sir."

  The tagged on address made him growl, and Nikita closed her eyes when he placed several cushions under her hips until her ass was elevated.

  "So wet, so beautiful. Who owns this pussy, squirt?"

  "You do, Sir."

  "Damn fucking right, I do."

  He slid the thick head of his erection through her pussy lips, and Nikita held her breath as his heat branded her. He repeated that process over and over until Nikita wanted to scream and her nerve endings were strung so tight, she could barely breathe. She yanked on her restraints, but it was useless. When he finally breached her hole it was with agonizing slowness that awakened every one of her vaginal nerves, and she grit her teeth at the sensation of being filled and stretched to capacity.

  "Fuck, you're so tight. Your cunt is squeezing my cock. Relax for me, baby. Let me in."

  She knew when he encountered the barrier of her innocence because he froze. Arms locked either side of her, he just stayed there, his hot breath huffing along her spine.

  "Nikita?" She could hear the strain in his voice, and she made the decision for him, by pushing her hips up until he slid all the way in.

  The sharp pain took her breath away, and he swore, and tried to pull out, but she clenched around him.

  "Please, Raoul, don’t stop. I want this. I want you."

  The litany of swear words erupting from him made her ears burn hot, but he did as she asked, and the sharp burn eased as her body adjusted to his invasion. The familiar tingles returned, and when he started to thrust in and out, her body's needs took over.

  "Yes, God yes. Again, harder, please, Sir … Oh … oh…"

  Nikita didn't even know what she was saying anymore as every slide of his hard flesh inside her filled her more. Her womb clenched in rhythmic waves, and Raoul lost his restraint. His fingers dug into her hips as her first orgasm hit, and he thrust harder, sending her tumbling into multiple orgasms so intense that she could only bite into the cushion to muffle her screams. Nikita was dimly aware of him tensing and then pulling out of her. The hot jets of his cum hit her back, branding her, and she burst into tears of happiness.

  Chapter Five

  Raoul ran out of swear words in his head, even as his wolf grinned in happiness. He rolled off her and frowned at the visible evidence of her virginity staining his sheet. He had been so damn rough on her, and guilt pricked his conscience, even though tiny aftershocks still wracked Nikita's body. She had come hard and fast, squeezing his cock, until he too had climaxed. How he'd managed to pull out just in time was beyond him, as was the fact that he'd risked her like that.

  Nikita moaned and yanked on her restraints, and he made short work of releasing her. Massaging each arm in turn, he murmured nonsense to keep her in her languid post-orgasmic haze for as long as possible, before she realized how sore she was.

  And she would be sore. Her back had only just healed; her ass and legs were red from her earlier spanking, and she carried the tiny pinpricks on her hips where his claws had dug in. Bite marks trailed along her spine, where his wolf had marked his ownership, and his beast positively strutted in satisfaction. The man, however, was appalled at how much his wolf had taken over in the heat of the moment. As hot as it was seeing his cum drying on her bountiful curves, and her pale skin carrying the marks of his possession, he couldn't help but worry that he had gone too far.

  With infinite care he rolled her over, and her wince of pain as her back and ass hit the sheets speared his heart.

  "I'm sorry, squirt." His voice sounded strained even to his own ears. Nikita frowned, and her eyes fluttered open. He braced himself for the condemnation and disgust he was bound to see, but instead she went cross-eyed tr
ying to focus on him.

  "There's two of you."

  Raoul laughed, and she tentatively raised her hand and touched his cheek.

  "That's better. Stay still, you're making me dizzy," she said on a long exhale. She blinked several times in a seeming effort to get her eyes to focus, and then she smiled at him. It was the same shy, heart-wrenching smile she'd given him earlier, the one that made his wolf roll over in submission, and brought the man to his knees.

  "Nikita, I—"

  "No, don't. Please don't. I don't want to hear that you're sorry. Let me just lie here and pretend for a minute. I'll be out of your hair soon." Her eyes widened at his frustrated growl in response, and she let her hand drop.

  "What the fuck are you talking about, squirt?"

  Heat climbed into her cheeks, and she didn't look at him. She just worried her bottom lip with her little teeth, until he pulled her chin down, freeing her lip.

  "Don't do that. I told you before the only one marking you is me."

  "But, you said you're sorry. I assumed…"

  "Dammit, Nikita!" He released her and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to keep himself from touching her, because heaven help him, he'd put her over his knee again. His dick hardened at the thought, and she gasped when she noticed.

  "I said I'm sorry, because I should have been much gentler on you. This was your first time. You deserved flowers, and chocolate, and sweet seduction, not a hard, perverted fuck." She flinched at the words, and he gentled his tone and hooked his finger under her chin to make her look at him. "Why didn't you tell me, squirt? You should have told me."

  "And what would you have done, had I told you? You'd have treated me differently. Damn you, Raoul, I don't want nice. I never did. I just wanted you, all of you, and I wanted you to treat me like you treat all the other girls you've been with. I'm tired of being your friend."

  She clamped her mouth shut as though she'd said too much, and he rubbed his thumb across her lips. They were still swollen from his earlier kisses, and her delicate skin showed the burn from his stubble.

  "Baby, we left being friends behind when I put you over my knee, and I have the urge to do that again, to stop those inane thoughts swirling around in your head." Her breath hitched at that, and he didn't need his shifter senses to smell the sweet musk of her arousal. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, squirt?"

  She didn't answer, but that blush of hers deepened, and she shifted her legs restlessly. Giving in to instinct, he straddled her legs and pinned her arms above her head.

  "That's better. I can't have you wriggling around when I'm trying to have a conversation here."

  She giggled at that, and just like that the old Nikita was back. She stuck her tongue out at him, and the niggling worries he'd carried around with him lifted off his shoulders. He grinned down at her, and then he sobered.

  "Seriously, squirt. I wish you'd told me. You'll be sore for days after what we did, and for the record, I would never treat you like those plentiful other women you seem to think I have. They were just a fuck, a play mate, a roll in the hay, whatever euphemism you want to come up with. I would never treat you like that. You're…"

  He ran out of words, not ready to spill his love for her. She still didn't know who he truly was, and he couldn't tell her. Thanks to her poor eyesight she clearly hadn't noticed his wolf shining through, and he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that his wolf would be one step too far. The Nikita he knew did not believe in anything even remotely paranormal, and he was too afraid of spoiling what they had now. If she ran from him, then how would be protect her from the very real threat looming over them? No, she was better off not knowing, until he had to tell her. It was safer that way for all concerned.

  His wolf grumbled his annoyance at his thought processes, but he was back in full charge of him, and he ignored his beast.

  "I'm what, Raoul?" she asked.

  "You're too important to me, that's what you are. And this … this relationship we're now finding ourselves in, I want to explore that fully, if you'll let me."

  Nikita pursed her lips and gave him the full once-over, the cheeky minx.

  "Well, I suppose you'll do, but if you think you can pull any of that Dom stuff on me outside the bedroom, then you can think again."

  Raoul laughed, a deep belly laugh that he couldn't seem to stop, and she pouted at him in the most adorable way.

  "I mean it! I fail to see what's so funny about this. You're overbearing enough without me giving you permission to boss me about 24/7."

  "Squirt, I have no intention of lording over you full time. The mere thought exhausts me, and I know it's not what you're looking for. I want a submissive in my bedroom, for sure, but I also want a strong woman who knows her own mind and can stand on her own two feet. I want her to be bratty at times, so that I can think of delicious ways to bring her back in line. In other words, my sweet girl, I want you."

  Nikita looked all set to argue again, but he fixed her with his silent stare and she clamped her lips shut. He could tell by the fire sparking in her eyes how much it cost her to keep her opinion to herself, and he prayed his thanks to all the powers that be, that the attack on her had only temporarily shaken her confidence. She was indeed back to her normal self this morning, just like he had predicted, but, by some miracle she was under him as his sub.

  "Talking of being bratty, you've earned yourself another punishment." He released her arms, and ran his hands slowly down her arms and over her shoulders, until he reached her breasts. He cupped the heavy globes, and a shudder went through her. Raoul flicked the nipples with his thumbs, and they hardened under his touch.

  "Hands up and out of my way, girl, or I'll restrain you again." He smiled to himself when Nikita grabbed fistfuls of the sheet in a white knuckled grip. Raoul dipped his head and laved one rosy bud with his tongue whilst pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger, and Nikita arched her back to thrust her tits into his face. He suckled hard, all too aware of her little needy moans and the way her whole body tensed under his. Releasing his precious mouthful with a pop, he grinned up at her. Her whole body was flushed in the rosy sheen of arousal, and perspiration trickled down through the valley of her breasts. He followed that path with his tongue, her salty taste exploding in his mouth, and he inhaled deeply to satisfy his beast. He twirled his tongue around her belly button and then kissed a path along the gentle slope of her quivering abdomen. Her skin was so soft, he couldn't help but linger for a while. Nikita gasped when he flung her legs over his shoulder.

  "No coming unless I say so."

  Raoul waited for her to nod, and then delved into the delicious bounty waiting for him. Like the sweetest aphrodisiac her cream flowed into his mouth, and he lapped at her pussy. Her thighs tensed around his head, and he chuckled into her sweet cunt, as he used his tongue to delve deep inside her swollen vagina. A renewed gush of her juices was his reward, and he clamped his hands on her hips to hold her still. Even then the tiny, involuntary jerks she couldn't stop drove him on to push her further. The keening sound she made and the way her clit swelled and quivered told him how close she was, and he pulled back a bit.

  "Raoul … please."

  He bit down hard on that little bundle of nerves, and Nikita screamed. Her desperate hands yanked at the sheet, pulling it half off the bed, in her struggle to follow his orders.

  "Please, Sir … I need to … Oh God … I'm so close…"

  Pushing back, he watched her struggle to stave off her impending orgasm, whilst he stroked his rock hard cock. This punishment was turning into torture for him, too. He was hard enough to pound concrete, but he didn't want to hurt her anymore that he had done already. Her vaginal tissues would be too sensitive to take his cock again, and he was too big to fuck her ass, without stretching her first with his set of butt plugs. Raoul grinned at the thought, and her eyes locked with his as he reached across her to the handful of toys he kept handy in his bedside cabinet. She paled when he pulled out the bullet and
turned it on, the faint buzzing sound barely audible over their combined heavy breathing.

  He rolled the bullet across her nipples watching them harden even further and then slowly and carefully drew a path down her body, until it touched the top of her slit. Nikita's hips bucked upwards, and he smirked as she screwed her eyes shut, and her breathing grew shallow.

  "Remember who your orgasms belong to, girl."

  She swore under her breath, every line of her body clenching in need with the circles he drew around her little nub. Around and around he circled her, watching that clit swell even more as more and more blood rushed to that bundle of nerves, and her body quivered in need.

  "Hold it, baby, trust me. This will be so much better if you hold on."

  Nikita breathed an audible sigh of relief when he turned the little bullet off and then groaned long and hard when he pushed the toy into her vagina, until it rested on her g-spot.

  She frantically shook her head when he picked up the remote and set the vibration to low. Her eyes went cross eyed, and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

  "Breathe, baby, just breathe. You can do this. And open your pretty mouth. I have other uses for it this morning. Breathe through your nose."

  She complied with his wishes immediately, and pride filled his chest at the way she was trying to follow orders. He hadn't ever pushed any new sub as much or as quickly as he'd pushed Nikita, but then he knew everything there was to know about her. They had long since established the trust needed for this to work, and even now, as she fought her body's responses to the sweet torture he put her under, the trusting way she looked at him blew him away.

  Those expressive eyes of hers eyes widened, and she panted her agreement when he took his dick in hand again, and aligned it with her mouth.