Page 38 of Fated Alpha Protector

“What's happening to me?” I whisper the question in the crook of Theo's arm.

Smoothing his palms on my forearms, he draws me back only to gaze into my eyes.

The preternatural glow of his emerald eyes captures my heartbeat. Steals it as I'm momentarily stunned. The awareness in my belly drops as moisture between my thighs.

“You're in heat, Mia,” Theo informs me gently, coercing me to move until my back is against a tree.

The tingling in my fingertips prompts me to reach for his shoulders. Pulling him closer until our lips meet. I can't fathom what's going on with me.

All I know is that I need him as close as possible.

Protesting with a pout when he breaks the kiss, Theo cradles my face with one hand.

“Your first hunt ignited your heat, Mia,” he drawls, staring deeply into my eyes. While the pad of his thumbs smooths my bottom lip, I arch my back, molding my frame to him.

The dire need between my thighs is too much to bear. And when he slips a finger between my breasts and travels down my torso, I shudder from the impact of my arousal.

“Please, Theo…” I whimper as I close my eyes. Letting only my imagination run wild as I feel his hands on me.

His finger skitters across my lower belly, eliciting goosebumps on my flesh.

I clutch his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons on his skin. When he dips his head at my neck, the warmth of his breath fans my flesh. Heating what's already heated.

“I'm the only one who is allowed to take care of you when you're like this…” he purrs, each word filling me with sparks of electric awareness. Desire that pools between my thighs. “... You are mine…”

His raspy voice against the sensitive spot just below my ear causes a shiver. Not one of fear, but one of delight.

Parting my eyelids, I watch him through the veils of thick lashes as he slowly sinks to the ground. When he’s kneeling, he looks up at me through hooded eyes of lust, gently smirking.

“Mine…” he purrs as a smooth, dexterous finger whispers over my folds. The touch is featherlight but powerful enough to make me moan from the sensation it brings.

My face contorts with the ramifications of torture. Because he’s tormenting me. Teasing me with the slightest of touches, having me yearning for so much more.

And the way he breathes a slow exhale of warm air on my pelvis tells me that he’s going to take his sweet time.

Seconds seem to slow down as he first presses a chaste kiss on my bundle of nerves. His plush lips feel divine on me, and when the heat of him is lost, I whimper in protest.

“Please, Theo…” I plead again, bucking my hips forward as I beg him for more.

He only grants me a stroke of his finger down my slit. It’s too frustrating, painfully so. And despite how insanely pleasurable it is, the heat I feel overpowers any sense of patience.

Grabbing a fistful of his dark locks, I give it a gentle tug so that he’s compelled to rise. Towering over me, I get to my tiptoes to crush my lips to his. Hungrily devouring his essence through the kiss, I use all my strength to push him up against the tree.

“Woah…” he chuckles, clearly bemused by my actions as I begin to sink to my knees. “... What are you doing, Mia?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while…” I simper as I bat my eyelids at him. Satisfied when a flash of lust crosses his gaze, my eyes flit to the distended length hanging hard and heavy in front of my face.

Slowly wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, I appreciate his immense girth. My fingers barely touch as they form a circle around the velvety shaft.

Licking my lips in anticipation, I lean in and wrap my lips over the bulbous head.

Smooth and silky, it flows over my tongue with ease as I take all of him into my mouth. His guttural groan as his cock sinks to the back of my throat fills me with more wanton need. It’s pleasant to my ears, a sound I wish to hear again.

Taking liberties with his cock, I begin a steady pace of bobbing my head back and forth. Listening to every moan and groan the man makes as he enjoys being in my mouth.

“Fuck…” he rasps as he runs his fingers through my hair. Loosely, just as a guide as I hollow my cheeks and pull him in again.

I can feel every pulsing vein mapping his length as he fills my mouth. The throbbing pulsation of his cock is forceful, signaling that he’s on the brink of spilling in my mouth.

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