Page 35 of Protector

His eyes flash. My sight’s good enough to see that his cock is in his hand. He’s stroking it, chest heaving just enough to echo the amount of excitement fluttering down our bond.

I give my ass an enticing shake. “Well? What are you waiting for? If you want to be my mate, mount me. Take me.” My voice goes husky with just a hint of a dare. “Hotshot.”

Was it the nickname that did it, or the dominance my wolf is giving off right now? No way to tell, but it doesn’t matter because Tristan’s on his knees behind me, body bowed over mine as he slides his cock through all the moisture gathered in my pussy.

He hisses when the cock finds my entrance, though he doesn’t put the head inside. Instead, he pauses, and I have half a mind to kick his ankle to get him started.

Until he mutters, “I want to do this right. Like the other night. But I’ve never?—”

I know. “I was teasing, Tris. Trust me. You can’t get this wrong. Follow your instincts. Do what your body tells you to do and, I promise, it’ll be perfect because the Luna picked us out for each other.”

Okay. So maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration. Most virgins fumble around in the dark, and we have the added bonus of mating in a fucking cave. But the thought’s there. He could pump once and nut and I’ll never say a bad word about it because this is my mate.

I’ll have forever to teach him what I like. To show him how to make me come. For now, I just want to get this first mating done and over with so that he’s not nervous, and I don’t have to worry about being rejected again.

The bond won’t be finalized. I know that. But if he treats me like his mate, maybe I’ll finally get it through my thick skull that he’s mine, and holy shit, his instincts fucking rock because in one fluid thrust, my anxious virgin just railed me.

Yes!

I mean, I can’t see over my shoulder or anything, but it’s like he bottomed out, giving me every inch he has. I’m a she-wolf. I can take it, and he knows it. He doesn’t even check to see if I’m okay because he has absolute faith that I would be.

Nope. It was his own abilities he was doubting. I don’t know why. As he pulls back before thrusting back in, building a rhythm that starts out shaky before becoming more confident, he seems to have a pretty good idea what he’s supposed to do.

Me? I’m just holding on for the ride.

His hands are holding onto my hips, pinning me in place as he moves. I manage to free one hand of mine before snagging his, moving it so that he can squeeze my tit at the same time as he’s rocking into me.

Keeping his claws short, he kneads my flesh with his fingertips. “Jeannie, my Jeannie?—”

“Jean Louise,” I gasp out, my own claws scratching the craggy rock beneath us.

He buries his face in the side of my neck. When he repeats the three syllables, it’s against my skin. The vibrations of his mouth are almost as delicious as the way he’s covering my back with his body.

I knew he wouldn’t last. I didn’t expect him to. I should’ve giving him a handjob or a blowie to get the first nervous load out of the way, but I was so eager to have him claim me that I went right to the actual mating. I don’t regret it one back, and when he lifts his head, panting my name—Jean, Jean, Jean Louise—I do him the favor of moaning his back at him.

Not ‘hotshot’. Not anymore.

He’s Tristan. He’s mine.

And as he echoes the sentiment in a sharp roar as he starts to fill me up with his come, I smile into the darkness with the irrevocable satisfaction that I’m finally his.

“Jeannie? Jeannie! Are you in there?”

Oh my Luna. Seriously, Fallon. The dorm is the size of a fucking shoebox. I know she can’t use her sniffer the way other shifters can, but she has eyes, right? How does she not see me?

I’m so comfy. Cozy. The delicious ache down below makes me think I got laid last night which would explain why I’m using a very warm, hard body as a pillow right now. My ass is freezing though, and the last thing I need is Fallon’s ‘human’-ness squealing at me because I’m naked in bed.

Still keeping my eyes closed because I don’t want to get up yet, I grope around for my blanket.

My claws scratch against rock.

What the?—

My eyes snap open. Whoa. What was up with that freaky dream? I could’ve sworn I was back at Frelinghuysen, sharing a dorm with my twin and our assignment. Like, I heard Fallon, but as I peer down at my pillow, my lips curve into a satisfied smile when I see Tristan passed out beneath me, his mouth open, a soft snore blowing through his nose.

Poor guy is exhausted. This is the first time I woke up before him since we’ve been trapped in the cave. He’s always up past the time I knock out, awake before I come to, and it’s actually kind of amazing to watch my mate sleep.

I should be exhausted, too. After our first round of mating, I discovered just how different it is, being with a shifter male instead of a human. So many guys I would’ve thought were good lovers turned out to be two-minute-men, but Tristan? He might have finished soon due to inexperience and a despite to mark me as his in some way, but just because he spurted inside of me once, that didn’t mean he was done.

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