Page 12 of Finding His Way (The Protetors #5)

J eremy thrust deep into the woman spread as wide as possible beneath him. Her pussy taking his cock like it had been created for him only. He’d slapped his name on it, formed it to fit his cock and swore he was the last man to be anywhere near it.

He’d wanted to take it slow. Make love to her. Be tender and gentle with this incredible woman who had been through hell.

But then she’d rolled her hips taking him deep and begged for harder. He couldn’t deny either of them that because he needed it as much as she did.

His dick was hard, thick, hot, and full of a seed that would release inside her. So much so it would drip down her thighs when he finally decided to let her up from the bed. He punched his hand into her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist and twisting. The move jerked her up enough she was helpless beneath him.

In the darkness of the room he could still see her expression and the need there would have taken him to the floor had he been standing. Complete need and trust. And her submission, she belonged to him.

This strong woman who ran toward danger, who held men’s balls in her hand with her no bullshit attitude, only for him would she do this. Only for him would she give him complete control.

His hips worked faster, driving deeper, harder, making it so he didn’t have a clue as to where he ended and she began. He settled her good hand on her breast and he hissed as she pinched her own nipples, tugging and twisting as he continued to fuck her.

Shifting his weight, he gripped her ass, fingertips sinking into the cleft of her ass. Dianna whimpered bucking into him more.

“You want that don’t you, baby. You want me to fuck you here.” He pushed his middle finger into the puckered hole, wanting to feel that clenching around his cock. And soon.

But not now. He wasn’t pulling out of her pussy even if intruders kicked in the door. Not until she smelled like him, everywhere.

“Yes. Whatever you want.” Her voice was high pitched, panting.

“Tell me,” he growled, knowing his grip would leave marks on her smooth skin.

“Yes!”

“Words, damnit. Give me the fucking words.” He fucked her harder, the headboard slamming against the wall, knocking pictures off. He didn’t care. “Tell me who. You. Belong. To.”

Her body tightened, tensing and he knew she was close. The velvet walls of her pussy rippled around his cock. She slammed her cast against his upper arm and he didn’t care, didn’t even slow his strokes. He wouldn’t stop, not until she gave him what he wanted. That was his goal. Until the words he needed, to help him find his way to keep her with him, he would stay buried inside her.

Pulling her up to him he nipped her bottom lip causing her to gasp, then he sank his tongue deep, sweeping through her mouth, licking everywhere he could. Her taste wound into him, tying them together further. He wanted everything with her. He needed everything with her.

She was his world and he was new at this mating thing but he would show her, daily, how things could be if she would fucking tell him what he needed to hear. His cat roared within him and his fangs slid down once more.

“Tell me, Dianna. I’m not stopping until I hear the words.” Sweat ran down his body and fell onto her. He ground into her clit with every forward drive of his hips. Lifting her up so his angle to pound into her increased, he refused to relent.

Winded and out of breath, she gave a mixture of a gasp and a chuckle. “If that’s a threat, you’re way off base and need a different tactic. Why the hell would I want you to stop fucking me?”

Lips to lips he breathed her in like he needed her to live. In a sense, he did.

“Tell me.” He heard a bit of vulnerability in his tone but he didn’t care. This was the one woman he would bear his soul to, she owned him.

Completely.

“Yours.”

“Come for me. Come with me.”

She listened and he hollered as her tight muscles flexing around him dragged him over the edge. He dragged his fangs along her shoulder and sank them deep, reopening her healing mark. Then he filled her full of his seed.

He sat at the dining room table, his brothers on the other side and Dianna, would be next to him if she’d stop feeding his siblings.

“Come sit.” His order was grumbled but she ignored him.

When she finally returned to the table, in her hand she held three loaded plates with steak, roasted potatoes, and steamed veggies which she placed before each of them. His stomach growled and Macsen groaned. What was she doing? She had her arm in a cast.

“This looks delicious.” Macsen reached for a plate but Jeremy bared his teeth.

“Eat.” Dianna stroked her hand down Jeremy’s face.

He grasped her wrist and halted her from walking away. Tugging her down to sit on his lap, he curved an arm around her waist.

She didn’t argue when he fed her a roasted red potato and he watched her chew then swallow. Looking up, he found his brothers smirking.

“Your team is en route.” Vaughn cut up his steak without looking up from the plate.

The woman in his lap tensed and he smoothed a hand down her belly. “They needed to know you were okay.”

“But if this is a ploy to get them here so they can be taken…” Dianna waved away the follow-up bit he offered of the steak which cut like butter.

“Baby, I need you to eat.”

“And I need my friends safe. Your brothers are here with us so I know they’re fine, but my girls are on their way here and they’re pregnant.”

All three men froze.

“All of them?”

She turned on his lap, eyebrow up. “You didn’t know this?”

“I took a break from SAR.”

Now she narrowed her gaze. “Took a break.”

All he heard was the scraping of utensils and looked around her to see his brothers had cleaned their plates and were pushing back their chairs.

They all shared a look and he knew they were leaving, they didn’t want to be around when the rest of the shifters arrived. His brothers made him look like the life of the party.

“Leaving?” Dianna questioned.

“It’s best that way.” Macsen gave her a smile.

Jeremy frowned when she left his lap and walked over to the twins.

“Thank you.” Her words were sincere and straight forward. “For everything you did. I know, you’re shifters and you’re not going to take me up on it but if you ever need anything, call and I will be on the first plane, train, or automobile needed to get me to wherever you are.”

He started to get up from the chair but she held a hand out to him he paused. Did she not him by her side. Dianna wriggled her fingers and he stepped forward to take it. His heart rate settled as their fingers interlaced.

Macsen nodded at him, his lack of words saying so much. His brothers approved of his woman. A short nod from Vaughn and a hug from Macsen and the twins were gone. She waited after the door closed for about five seconds before she squeezed the hell out of his hand.

“Gonna tell me why you took a break?”

“Not going to ask about who took you?” Anger stirred at the memory.

She snorted. “Please, as protective and possessive as you are, that’s not something I have to concern myself with and thinking about it is only going to piss me off.”

He tugged her close and kissed her temple. “You’re absolutely correct.” Slipping his hands beneath her shirt he cupped her breasts.

Dianna moaned and leaned into his touch as she started panting.

“I love how responsive you are to my touch, mate.” He nuzzled her neck. “I smell how wet you are.”

Her panting increased and she shifted against him. “Do something.”

He plucked her nipples and she shuddered, angling her head to expose her neck.

“I am.” Jeremy dragged his tongue along her neck and the mark on her shoulder exposed by his oversized shirt. Her mewl pumped lust through his veins and thickened his cock even more. “Or maybe you want me to bite you as I fill you with my cum. Make you scream and fuck you until you can’t come anymore.”

A car engine approached and he snarled, neither him nor the beast happy for the interruption. Scenting the air he picked up on his teammates.

“Yes,” she panted.

“We don’t have time.” He released her breasts and tugged his shirt down. Slipping his hand down the front of her Florida Panthers sweats he rubbed a knuckle along her core.

Her hips bucked into the touch, not so subtly asking for more.

“I’m going to stop. You need to get some food in you because—”

“Dianna!”

Rigid for all of a second, she moved, flinging his hand out of her pants as she burst out the door. He followed and watched as Selena, Emily and Jo bounded out from the two SUVs that had arrived and swarmed her. Excited squeals and screams left the quad of women.

Their mates exited as well and he watched CC and Ziggs move at a slower rate, allowing the best friends a reunion. His guys walked up and circled around him.

“You should have called us.” Lando frowned at him.

“You need to keep your mate safe.”

He sniffed the air. “You called your brothers.”

How Lando knew about them he didn’t know and only shrugged. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Lando was hurt. Looking around the men by him, his thought only got stronger.

“I’d be mad but you were putting our mates first.” Femi smacked him on the shoulder.

“Let’s chat and figure out how we stop this fucker.” Ziggs crossed his arms and set his feet.

“No arguments.” Kennan. “You’re family.” A glance to where the women had pulled CC into the huddle. “Both of you.”

He nodded. “Let’s figure it out.”

He had family. He had friends and he would do whatever he could to keep his mate safe. As well as the women of his friends.

Sharp laughter from the women had him looking over to where they stood. Dianna lifted her head and smiled at him. Her hair shorter and tight curls now that she’d pulled up into a messy bun to sit on her head.

The other women followed her line of sight, smirked and teased her even more. She gave as good as she got.

Soon, they were all inside, cooking more food and simply catching up. Whatever tension between Emily and Dianna was gone. Almost losing your friend was enough to put things into perspective.

When she slipped up the hall to head to the bathroom for more medication, he followed, caging her in and kicking the door closed behind him.

“Felling okay?”

She nodded. “Never better. Didn’t realize how much I’d missed my girls.”

“Y’all stop fucking and get out here. I will come get you!” Selena’s voice rang loud and clear.

“Shut it, whore. We’re not fucking.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “We could be.”

Immediately, she bit her lower lip and dropped her gaze to his crotch.

Fuck. He wanted to. So damn bad.

“Five seconds!” Selena sounded nearer.

“She’s going to be a dangerous mother.” Dianna rolled her eyes, popped her pills and chased it down with a swallow of water.

“Come on mate. Let’s go entertain them then when they’re gone, I’m going to spend the night entertaining you.”

She pushed up on her toes and kissed him before allowing him to guide her out of the bathroom. Selena was outside the door, her very pregnant belly supporting her hands.

“Thought I was going to help you to find your way back to the kitchen.”

Jeremy popped her in the ass. “I’ve already found my way.”

The End

Thank you for reading The Protetors series. If you started here in this book, you can pick up the start of the series, The Jaguar’s Consort .

Looking for another paranormal series?

Let me help you with that. This series is one that centers around a group of genetically altered (and unknowingly related) shifters and how they all have the same maker. Book 1 in that series is His Tigress .

Macsen and Vaughn will be in the next paranormal feline series that will be coming out soon.