The Witch's Protector [The Protectors 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  “Touch your nipples for me. Pull on them, and make yourself come, sweetheart. I can’t hold on. That’s it, harder, girl.”

  Hanging on by a thread he ground out his demand through gritted teeth, as her movements became more uncoordinated, her breaths choppier and her cunt rippled around his dick in orgasm-inducing temptation. He could feel himself growing harder, longer, the knot forming at the tip of his dick that would lock them together for a while after he spilled.

  Forcing his eyes open his gaze connected with Joanne’s as she rode him harder, her fingers pulling at her breasts with much more force then he would have used. He pulled her down for a kiss and caught her groan of pain in his mouth. She kissed him back with desperate abandonment, and one hand buried in her hair he ran his free one down between their bodies until he found what he was looking for. Her clit felt hugely engorged under his fingertips, and he flicked it hard, sending his precious girl into an intense orgasm. The spasms of her pussy muscles send him, too, over the edge. Pulling away from her mouth he gave a long drawn out howl, as his dick locked tight inside her cunt. Henry released stream after stream of his seed into her tight body. The action set Joanne off again, and when the last tremors of her release finally stopped, she collapsed against him with a small cry.

  He tipped her chin up and kissed the tears of her face. His gut churned with worry, even as his cock remained locked inside the warm confines of her pussy.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked. “We can’t move yet. I’m sorry. I should have explained this.”

  A most unladylike snort was his answer, and Joanne snuggled in closer into his chest.

  “No, you killed me.”

  Seconds later her even breathing told him she had fallen asleep.

  Henry laughed when he realized, and cradled her close, until his cock softened and slid out of her. Kicking his jeans completely off, he stood up with her in his arms and went in search of her bedroom. He found it at the top of the stairs, and carefully lowered her on the covers. Another snoop led him to the bathroom, and finding the things he needed to clean her up, he made short work of the task. Joanne moaned and ground herself against his hand as he cleaned away her blood and his seed, and his wolf positively strutted with delight at seeing his semen trickle out her pussy. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him. She was his, just as surely as though he’d sunk his teeth into her flesh and made her his.

  Tucking her under the covers of her four-poster bed—how convenient for tying her to—he stood back and concentrated. Two of his pack were still in wolf form prowling the perimeter of her property, and Henry nodded to himself. He would send one back to get the things he needed, and once his little red was awake they would have that long overdue talk to settle things between them once and for all.

  Taking the stairs down in one giant leap he opened the front door, only to find clothes folded in a neat pile on top of his toy bag. A note was pinned to the top in Olaf’s handwriting.

  Figured you need this, Boss. Take all the time you need to figure things out with your mate. As far as the Mongrels are concerned, she’s one of us now. Salasino in hiding. Guess she gave them all what for.

  Don’t’ do anything I wouldn’t now.

  Henry shook his head, and laughed. Trust Olaf. He shut and bolted the door, and then grimaced at his sticky self. First stop a wash down, and then he’d sort them out something to eat.

  The strange sound of whistling took him by surprise as he sprinted back up the stairs, until he realized it was him.

  Well, I’ll be damned.

  He smirked at the goofy grin he wore when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. It had been a long time since he felt this happy, and it was all due to the woman sleeping soundly in the next room.

  Chapter Ten

  Joanne woke up in her own bed with the most delicious cooking smells filling her little cottage. She smiled as her tummy rumbled right on cue, and then promptly winced when she turned over and her sore butt protested against the move. There was also a delicious ache between her legs, and she blushed bright red when she recalled her earlier actions.

  Had that wanton woman really been her? At the time it had seemed the most natural thing in the world, her body had taken over and silenced her mind, and a shudder went through her as she recalled how full she had been, stuffed completely with her Henry’s cock. She grew wet just remembering that feeling and Joanne shook her head, pulled off the covers, and slid out of bed. The floorboards felt cool under her feet, and she shivered. How curious. The earlier sunshine had given way to a gray sky, the clouds full with promise of rain. It was much more suitable weather for this time of year, and Joanne couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. Letting her senses spread she could still feel the tension in the air, but the evil intent she had sensed earlier seemed to have lessened and with it her own murderous instincts. Joanne breathed out a sigh of relief and grinned to herself, when Henry turned up the wireless. “Love Me Tender” by Elvis Presley came on, and her heart contracted, as she listened to Henry’s deep voice singing along to one of her favorite songs.

  It brought with it the reality of her situation. She had gone and fallen in love with a Protector, and while he hadn’t claimed her in the true sense of the word, she nonetheless felt utterly owned by him. She crouched to light the kindling in her fire place to take the edge of the coldness in the room and frowned as a sticky fluid trickled down the inside of her thigh. Joanne swiped it away with her fingertips. The milky white liquid held Henry’s scent mixed in her with her own musk, and acting on instinct she stuck her fingers in her mouth.

  “Fuck, if that isn’t the damn hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Henry’s growl made her spin round, and she wanted the ground to swallow her up. Dressed in a new pair of the inevitable denims, and a tight black T-shirt, he looked so damn sexy that she had to grasp the fire place support to steady herself, as her legs turned to jelly.

  The sheer heat, lust, and some much deeper emotion made her heart gallop like a runaway horse, and made breathing difficult. Henry pushed away from the door frame he was leaning against, and stepped fully into the room. He frowned when he spotted the goose bumps that had erupted on her skin. Before she knew what he was about he’d whipped her woolen blanket off her bed and had wrapped it around her, while pulling her in for a hug.

  “Are you cold, sweetheart? Forgive me, I should have thought about lighting the fire for you. The weather has changed, but as a shifter I don’t really notice the cold.” He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, and then tipped her head up to study her face.

  “It’s okay, I’m not cold anymore. You’re so very warm, Sir.”

  His eyes widened, and, in truth Joanne knew hers must be, too. She hadn’t meant to utter that title, but, somehow, it seemed natural to call him that.

  “You don’t have to call me that, little red, not unless we’re in a scene.” He’d grown so still and serious as he said those words that it took Joanne a while to get her scrambled brain to process the words she wanted to say.

  “I know, Sir, but I’d like to call you that. It’s the title you deserve, is it not, or have I got that wrong. Would you prefer I called you something else?”

  Henry shook his head and let out a long drawn out breath, as though he’d been afraid of her answer, which was a ludicrous notion. Why would a big, strong, capable, and dominant man like him, Alpha to his pack, be worried about her reaction?

  Yet, there was no mistaking the cloud of worry that crossed his features, while he stared into her eyes, as though they held the secrets of the origin of life itself. Whatever he read in her gaze seemed to give him the answer he thought and his tense stature relaxed. The smile that lit up his rugged features could only be described as sin itself.

  “You’re full of surprises, little red,” he said and kissed her. A moan escaped her, and as Henry took the kiss deeper, all Joanne could do was hang onto his biceps and absorb his strength. This wasn’t just a kiss. It was a claim on her
very soul, and the part desperately in love with this man submitted to him without question.

  They were both breathing heavily by the time Henry broke the kiss and he rested his head on her forehead and smiled ruefully.

  “I only came in to tell you dinner was ready. I heard you wake up.”

  He pulled away and grinned at her.

  “Go, put some clothes on, sweetheart. If you come down dressed like that, I’m afraid I’ll just want to jump you again, and not only do we need to talk, you’ll be too sore for a repeat performance just yet.”

  “I’m not that sore,” Joanne said and clamped her hand over her mouth in horror at what she had just said.

  Henry laughed and shook his head at her.

  “I’m glad to hear it, but I am hungry, and I know you must be, too, so meet me in your kitchen, when you’re ready.” He threw her one last searching look and then left her alone.

  * * * *

  Henry cursed under his breath as he clambered awkwardly down the steps. His damn dick was standing to attention, and his wolf was clawing for comeuppance. He wanted at his mate and finish what they’d started earlier. Seeing her lick his cum off her fingers had been such a fucking turn-on it had taken all of his will power to not jump her there and then and cement this bond between them.

  However, he wasn’t a complete animal, and she needed some time to recover from the last time. At least that was what he was telling himself, as he bent down to take the sausages out of the oven, drained the potatoes, and vegetables and then sent to mash the spuds with so much vigor that bits of potato went flying.

  Sighing he tempered his actions somewhat. He was in the process of adding milk and butter to the mashed potatoes when the scent of cinnamon rose in his nostrils. With it came a blast of surprise, and he grinned to himself.

  “You really did cook?” she asked and he turned round slowly. His breath stalled in his lungs, like it always did when he first saw her. She’d tied her hair back loosely at the nape of her neck and strands of it were already escaping and framed her heart shaped face. Her lips were still swollen from his earlier kisses, and he could still see the faint mark on her neck left behind from his claws. The simple button down dress she wore, ended just below the knee, and she had teamed it with a cream cardigan. Against his will, his gaze snared on her chest, and her breathing sped up under his silent perusal. Unless he was very much mistaken she was not wearing a bra, and his dick jerked at the thought.

  Damn, it was going to be one hell of an uncomfortable dinner for him.

  “I thought we needed to talk, and eat,” she said. A hint of humor and a heavy dose of vulnerability accompanied those words, and Henry wrenched his gaze back up to her face. Her little teeth worried her bottom lip again, and he gestured to the table he’d already laid.

  “We do, but you can’t blame a man for staring when…fuck, do you have any idea what a turn on that is, little red?”

  Joanne’s eyes widened and she sat down heavily on her kitchen chair, and pulled her cardigan over her breasts.

  “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a tease. Those bras are just so uncomfortable and I never wear one at home. I’ll go change if—“

  “Don’t be daft.” She jumped at his harsh tone, as he interrupted her and he softened his voice. “I’m not such a beast that I can’t control myself around you, sweetheart. Besides I like seeing your nipples pebble just for me. I’m assuming it’s for me, anyway, and you’re not just cold.”

  He winked at her, and Joanne burst out laughing. It was such a carefree sound that his soul instantly felt lighter and his wolf, too, sat back on his haunches and drank in the sight of their happy mate.

  “Hardly, it’s hot enough in here to roast a pig,” she said when she stopped laughing and shrugged out of her cardigan. She put it over the back of her chair, and Henry’s mouth watered when the action made the fabric tighten over her chest to such a degree that he could see the little bumps on her areolae. Taking a deep breath he turned around and put the ingredients for their meal on their table.

  “It’s only bangers and mash I’m afraid and the gravy is courtesy of Mr. Bisto, but that’s the best I could come up with at short notice,” he said and Joanne smiled up at him.

  “Bangers and mash happens to be my favorite comfort food.”

  She reached across to fill first her plate and, after a searching glance at him, his, and a comfortable silence fell between them as they ate.

  Joanne attacked her food with a healthy appetite that was good to see. He had to suppress a grin, when she got up, took out a home baked loaf from her bread bin, cut off two big hunks of bread, and handed him one.

  “To soak up the gravy,” she said.

  “It’s the best bit,” they both said in unison, and then sat grinning at each other like love sick fools, which of course they were. Well, he was at any rate. Yes, he was drawn to her as his mate, but even without that bond, he realized that he wanted to spend time with her. Joanne was funny, kind, intelligent, and utterly fascinating, not to mention a natural submissive that excited his inner Dom no end.

  “I have some homemade apple pie in the fridge that I made yesterday, if you fancy dessert, and I’m sure there’s some ice cream left in the freezer compartment,” she said, and Henry nodded his approval.

  “Sounds delicious, little red.”

  She scrambled to her feet, cut two very generous slices out of the pie, and treated him to a perfect view of her shapely ass through the thin fabric of her dress, as she bent over to put the pie in the oven to heat it up.

  Henry groaned, and adjusted himself, and the most delightful blush spread down into Joanne’s cleavage. She cocked her head to one side, and after a moment’s hesitation, got to her knees in front of him, and slowly ran her little hands up the side of his legs. His thighs tensed under the movement, and his wolf growled low in his throat. It stopped the upward glide of her palms, and she looked uncertain.

  “Please, Sir, let me make you more comfortable. It will be a while before the pie is hot enough and that way you can eat it in comfort.” She flicked another glance at him, and when he didn’t respond, took the initiative and nuzzled into his groin.

  His wolf went wild, and Henry groaned.

  “Little red, you really don’t have to… Fuck.”

  He closed his eyes, as she freed his cock with trembling fingers, and then wrapped both her hands around his thick girth. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his dick, and she made a big show of studying it.

  “I want to, Sir, but I don’t really know what to do,” she whispered, and Henry gave a strangled laugh.

  “Just do what you want to, little red. You made a pretty good start so far. I’ll tell—“

  He couldn’t complete that sentence as she chose that moment to lick away that drop of his fluid with a tentative flick of her little pink tongue. Pleasure exploded along the sensitive nerve endings, as seemingly emboldened by his deep grunt of pleasure she gripped him harder and ran her tongue along the thick vein underneath his dick.

  Fuck, that felt way too good. He wouldn’t last five minutes at this rate. He knew he should stop this, but he sensed the need in her to do this for him. It seemed the longer she spent in his company the more her submissive side won out. To think he had been worried about this. All further thought processes went out of his brain, when Joanne closed her mouth over his cock and took him right to the back of her throat. She swallowed instinctively and Henry swore at the rhythmic pressure around his sensitive head.

  Losing the fight with himself to hold back he fisted his hands in her hair, and urged her head up and down his throbbing shaft.

  “Fuck, yes, just like that. Take as much of me as you can. So good, so fucking good.”

  A deep moan escaped her at his words, and the vibrations along his dick added another layer of awesome. Her scent increased as she grew wet for him, and his claws ran out. Joanne winced as they connected with her scalp, but she didn’t let go of his erection. Instead she renewed
her actions, pumping the bottom of his shaft where her mouth couldn’t reach, while her head bobbed faster and faster.

  “Jesus, baby, you’re good. Fuck, am going to…”

  That was all the warning he could give her, as she added her teeth to scrape along his dick on every upstroke, and sucked hard on the way down. His release built at the bottom of spine, his balls drew tight, and his cock lengthened and thickened. Joanne gagged around his forming knot, nostrils flaring, and pulled back slightly. She didn’t let go, however, as he released his hot cum into the warm haven of her mouth and swallowed.

  It was the most erotic sight ever, as she struggled to keep up with his flow. Dribbles of his cum escaped her mouth, and ran a zigzag path along her neck and into her cleavage, and the possessive animal in him howled at marking her so.

  Henry shut his eyes, and howled his release, dimly aware of Joanne gently continuing to lick around the knot lodged in her mouth, and he released the stranglehold he had on her hair.

  She moaned anew, and his dick twitched at the vibrations, spurting one last load into her mouth, before he softened slightly. The knot, of course remained, and affection swamped him when he opened his eyes to see his little red carefully releasing his cock. It stretched her mouth so wide she struggled, but eventually she managed to get her lips past his knot, and with her hands still anchored around his base studied him with the most curious expression on her face.