Page 37 of Protector

“I’ll take care of you,” he rumbles, and everything inside of me softens, becauseGod,I need that. Just a few more moments where I don’t have to think, don’t have to worry…

He’s sowarm.In his embrace, underneath his heavy body, I barely recall what it was like to be cold all the time. Or scared. His scent is all around me, intoxicating andsafe,and when he slips his hand up underneath my nightgown and strokes his fingers up over my hip along my side to cup a breast, I don’t fight my moan of pleasure.

He groans above me, the sound rougher than before. It draws a thrill up my spine, and without thought, I spread my thighs.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” he rasps, nuzzling at my hair.

“More.”I don’t mean to give voice to the mounting tension between my legs, but it snaps out of me with the sharpness of a command.

He rumbles a breath into my hair and slips his hand not cupping my breast around my hip and into the front of my underwear. “Yes, ma’am.”

When he touches my clit, sharp sensation rocks through my pelvis and I jerk in response.God, yes. I need this.

I pant into the pillow and press my mound down to grind on his fingers—not that I need to. He strokes me just right, pulling at my hood and squeezing the little bud underneath until I’m a whining, sweaty mess of sensation and mindless desire.

“Jacob,more!”I don’t hear the words, don’t register the growl escaping my throat—but I do notice when that wonderful stimulation stops for a moment, and something sharp spikes through my chest:anger. He’s angry.

Cold fear shoots up my spine, but before panic can follow, the alpha growls—rich and deep andthreatening…and it makes molten fire flare through my veins as liquid want rushes from my core. My ass shoots up in pure animal response, pressing against his stomach until he kneels up to allow me to fully present myself.

I pant hard, dazed and confused andburning.What am I doing? What is happening to me?God, I’m hot and cold all over, and Ineedthis—but behind the heat throbbing through my body, terror frantically tries to claw its way through.

He growls again, the sound still edged with darkness, but also decidedly pleased. I feel his warm fingers slip under the waistband of my panties again, but instead of returning to my pulsing clit, heyanks.

I yelp at the sharp tug before the elastic snaps and the fabric rips, leaving me bare. Needy and wet andbare.

I’ve never felt so vulnerable. The last time he had me on my knees like this I was scared out of my mind, beaten and broken—but I wasn’t wet. Wasn’t aching with every cell in my body for something I know hurts so bad it makes me shake with the memory of it.

Warm hands slide over my hips, gripping me tightly before one trails down between my legs to palm my dripping sex.

I can’t hold back a whimper, but though my clit throbs at the contact, the sound I make is more fear than want.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says, attempting to soothe me despite the obvious lust graveling his deep voice. “I won’t go inside, not yet.”

Not yet.Those two words tense my stomach with equal parts terror and desire. Not yet—but soon. A promise—fuck,I want him,needhim inside—and a threat. Hewillbe inside of me, he’ll force me open and make it hurt, and it won’t matter how much I scream?—

He rumbles another growl, frustration lacing it this time, and shifts behind me to press a palm against my spine, right on my nape where I can’t resist.

My body reacts on pure biological wiring—submitting willingly despite the panic clawing its way up through my esophagus. My ass lifts higher, my knees part wider, and every inch of my skin is tight.

He strokes his free hand down my spine, soothing circles that make my nipples harden and have me arching to draw his attention to where my body needs him most.

When he finally reaches my pussy again and slips two fingers through my soaking lips to reach for my clit, I moan.

“That’s it. That’s all we’re gonna do.” He breathes deeply, and I feel the smolder of his desire through our bond. He wants me. He wants inside of me, despite his raspy promises.

“No.”My whimper is entirely contradicted by my pussy rocking down to meet his fingers, forcing another blaze of pleasure through my throbbing body.

He rubs me more firmly in response, his other hand heavier on my nape. “Shh. I’m not going inside. I promise.”

But I want him to. Instincts I can do nothing to resist are screaming at me to take him in my still-battered pussy until he’s so deep I won’t be able to breathe, and it doesn’t matter that I’ll hurt and rip and bleed, doesn’t matter that I am nothing but a hole to use and abuse. My body needs him all the same.

“No! No, no, no,get off me!”

He grunts and jerks, and I feel a ghost of pain through our bond as his chip forces his hands from my body.

The second he releases my neck, I scramble forward, panic in my throat, and stumble off the bed, barely keeping my footing.

Free. I’m free.

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