Page 9 of Finding His Way (The Protetors #5)

H eat surrounded her and Dianna never wanted to be cold again. She remained by the small fire in the cabin while the three damn good looking men talked not to far. They didn’t exclude her but they weren’t actively including her either.

They’d melted some snow for her to clean up a bit more in and she’d gone to the bathroom outside. Now they were all back in and the winter storm had picked up tenfold. She wanted more layers and those men were in short sleeves.

For a moment there, she thought she’d pushed Jeremy to far. God, the feel of his cock in her hand once more had been nearly enough for her to forget every ache and pain owning her. At least she was willing to ignore them until he gave her an orgasm or ten.

But he’d been adamant about dressing her. And she appreciated him staying focused because while there was a reprieve, she held onto no illusions they were out of the woods.

Jeremy wanted her back on the pile of furs but she needed to be up and moving. It would help and she needed to see how much she could move. And while she still wasn’t fluid like she normally was, the more she did, the better her muscles felt.

She skimmed over the trio once more. Macsen and Vaughn. Twins. Handsome as all get out, it was like watching an ad for sex and nearly being overwhelmed. She liked them and could see their bond even if they—they being Jeremy and Vaughn—pretended to be all cold and standoffish.

Macsen had more lightheartedness in his expression. Not a lot but given the other two were brick walls, it was huge. Both were polite to her and accepting of the way Jeremy called her mate.

Her insides curled and fluttered as she thought of how his gaze burned her when he said that. Exhaling slowly, she resumed her walking. It wouldn’t do to get aroused in a room full of shifters.

As if sensing her need, then again, perhaps he smelled it, Jeremy turned his head slightly to the left and pinned her with his heated gaze. “Dianna?”

Frustration over all of it pushed to the top and she huffed. He cocked an eyebrow and held out his arm. She was moving before it even registered. When it did, she already sat plastered up to his side, wrapped in the heat his body produced.

“Do you remember anything they said?” He brushed a kiss along her temple.

Identical pairs of blue-gray eyes moved to her and she struggled to remain immobile beneath their scrutiny.

“Just they wanted me because of a connection to shifters.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “I’m not positive because by the time they brought me there I was damn near hypothermic after being kept in that shitty place for however long, but I think, almost positive, I heard them mention Lando and Selena.”

“Who mentioned them, baby?”

“The one called Ivan. He was the braggart. Thought and acted like he ran it until the other one arrived.”

All three tensed before they relaxed and most people probably would have missed it. One, she wasn’t most people and two, she knew shifters.

“Why do you say that?” Macsen.

“Because I’m a cop and trained to be observant. Plus, when a large ass man walks in the room and no one but me is willing to meet his gaze, kind of a giveaway.”

Jeremy looked at her. “He touched you.”

She nodded. “While he talked to me. It was like he pushed so I would show him fear.”

“But you didn’t.”

Dianna snorted. “Fuck no. I give him what he wants, he kills me.” A shrug. “Why make it easy for him, plus, since I knew he was a shifter, I worked extra hard to keep it in check. Ain’t easy.” She looked at all three of them. “You’re a bunch of scary motherfuckers.”

“We are.” Vaughn this time. “But you’re family. We’ll die to protect you.”

“And I’d do the same for you, so let’s not because I need to get back and make sure my girls are okay.”

“He’s going to be a problem.” Jeremy pulled her tighter to him. The other two nodded.

“Who is he ?”

“His name is Aleks. A shifter we knew when we were younger. One who needs to be killed.” Jeremy raked a hand through his hair.

Nothing but ice in his tone. No room for forgiveness, no hint of allowing a second chance.

“And he’s the one after Lando and Selena?”

The trio shared a look and Macsen held up his hands. “We’re going to go patrol. The storm is kicked up and I wouldn’t put it past him to try and sneak up now. You two talk…or whatever and we’ll be back later.”

Before she could move or respond, he’d kissed her cheek, Jeremy snarled, and with a head nod from Vaughn they were moving to the door where they shifted and in the place of the two sexy men, stood two snow leopards. A final look and they were out the door.

Jeremy shut it behind them and prowled back over to stand before her.

Danger flickered on the air and it wasn’t solely because a psychopath was out there. It was also a dangerous sexual vibe hovering between them. One she wanted to explore. Backing away from him until she was before the fire, she watched him as he prowled after her.

She licked her lips, his gaze tracking the motion.

“Lando and Selena?”

“They’re not the end target. I am.”

He removed his shirt with one hand and she whimpered, her core squeezing desperate to be filled by his massive dick once more. The air sizzled between them and she nearly panted.

“So how do we stop him? How do we find him before he finds us and take care of the problem?”

She was a cop yes but she would kill to protect her family.

He undid his jeans, popping that top button and lowering the zipper. She licked her lips. Jeremy shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them, his cock swollen and hard jutting out from the thatch of dark blond hairs. He fisted himself and pumped slowly.

“Undo your pants.” Up and down he stroked.

“We…we have to talk about this threat.”

“I know and we will. First, my cock, is going in that pussy of yours. I’m taking you, claiming you.”

Her heart thundered and she swallowed hard. “Why now? You didn’t want it earlier.”

“There’s never a time when I don’t want you. Strip.”

He squeezed the top of his dick and she moaned as she watched him swipe off the leaking precum.

She hadn’t put on boots yet so it didn’t take much for her shimmy out of the insulated pants she’d had on.

“Panties off and get on your hands and knees on the furs.”

Deep. Commanding. His voice pulled at her clit and she didn’t even consider disobeying. She coolness of the fur quickly warmed up as she knelt there, body heated, pussy wet. Her right arm and wrist hurt like hell but she was willing to put up with it for his cock. How she knelt, she watched him walk toward her, continuing to slowly fist himself, pinching the bulbous head, not paying attention to the liquid seeping from the head of his dick.

“Next time we do this, it will be warm and you’ll be fucking spread naked before me like a feast. I’ll take my time eating you, having you ride my face, licking every inch of you.”

She whimpered and lowered her head to rest on the pallet of furs. Closing her eyes, she tried to control her panting. His heat covered her before he touched her. And when he did, it came slow, despite the need coursing through them both.

And she knew it hit him as hard as it was her. Not a single doubt in her mind.

His thighs touched the backs of hers first, then he curled around her, his skin singeing hers as they pushed along one another. Jeremy’s cock nudged against her ass and she couldn’t, nor did she want to, stop wriggling back into him.

He sank his teeth into her shoulder. “Behave.”

She trembled beneath him. “Jeremy.” A beg? Yes. And she didn’t care, she would beg a thousand times if that’s what it took to get him to shove his full length deep inside her and make her see stars.

Not to mention lose my breath. Lose my voice and all the orgasms. Yes please, all the orgasms.

He shifted behind her and she mewled when he tapped his cock head against her pussy, landing mostly on her clit. Moving to slip her hand between her legs, she stilled when his bite sank in harder to her skin.

Three more taps against her clit and he notched his dick at her entrance.

“You belong to me, mate. And I’m going to take you until know this for nothing other than pure fact.”

Their one night hadn’t been gentle, it had been unbelievable. And that’s what it had been. A taking.

He hadn’t made love to her. He’d fucked her, taken her, owned her.

And she’d craved more ever since.

He covered her, his weight holding her still, not that she had any idea of going anywhere. “Hold on, baby. This is going to hurt.”

Then he slammed home, thrusting through the unused muscles that had been vacant from a real man since the last time she’d been taken by him. She screamed as he stretched her, back arching to push closer to him, needing him in deeper. On the heels of the painful burn she felt the flames of an erotic fire. His balls slapped her ass as he began to move, not allowing her a second of respite.

Back and forth he moved, fucking her. Each stroke hard. Each withdrawal her body clamped on him to keep him inside her longer. He fucking destroyed her and she would come back six million times to experience it all over again.

She had no say in this, it was all him. He decided what she got. He decided how much pleasure or pain she got and she needed more. Craved more. Desperate for anything and all he would give her.

Relentless.

Powerful.

All encompassing.

Filled close to the point of pain, she relaxed as much as she could beneath the powerful strokes, surrendering to him as he took over. His arm snaked around her waist and he gripped her clit in his rough fingers. She trembled as she fell over the edge while her orgasm had her seeing stars.

“Mine.”

He sank his fangs into her shoulder as he erupted deep inside her.