Page 33 of Protector (Alpha Ties)
THIRTY-THREE
JACOB
Pulled by the ache in his chest where their bond pulses with oddly muted pain, he crosses the floor and wraps his arms around her from behind before she can rid herself of the skirt. She’s soft against him, and cold. He pulls her closer and rubs his nose against the side of her head, inhaling her scent.
She stiffens at his touch against her bared skin, fear flittering through their connection.
“If you’re afraid of me, why do you ask me to hurt you?” he murmurs into her hair.
“I’m not… afraid of you.” She hesitates, still stiff in his grasp, then continues pushing at her skirt until it pools on top of her discarded shirt and bra, leaving her in nothing but woolen tights and black heels.
“Why not? You can no longer control me.” He strokes a couple of fingers down between her breasts and rounds his hand over her lower stomach.
She breathes in a little shakily, then whispers, “I don’t know.”
Jacob huffs a low laugh and smooths both hands over her hips to hook his thumbs in her tights and the underwear beneath. “You do. You’re just too stubborn to admit that we are Fate?—”
“Don’t,” she interrupts, but there is no menace in the sharp crack of her command. “Don’t say that word.”
He bends his head for her neck and trails his nose down the length of it to ghost his lips over her fresh, pink scar, silently reminding her that denying reality won’t change it. She shudders at the touch and flinches away, but he pulls her back in with a warning growl, arms constricting around her body to keep her in place.
Slowly, deliberately, he kisses her scar. “You know we belong together. If you didn’t, you would have chosen death over a lifetime by my side.”
She shivers, but doesn’t pull against his hold. He rewards her with a scrape of his teeth over the sensitive flesh, pulling a broken moan from her lips.
“That’s it.” His voice breaks in his throat, his own need becoming more insistent at this first sign of her pleasure. Slowly he slides a hand down her stomach and into her woolen tights to slip under the panties beneath. She moves restlessly but doesn’t try to bolt, and when he strokes his fingertips through her pubic hair and dips them into her slit, he finds her damp.
“Oh.” She moans at his caress, then jerks when he touches her clit. “Jacob…”
He bites down on his claim, his teeth finding home in the slight indents in her skin where he first marked her as his, and she slackens against him with a small whimper.
Jacob growls appreciatively at her surrender, and keeping his teeth on the trigger points forcing her compliance, strokes his thumb over the bulb of her clit.
Her thighs tremble at his touch, and she whimpers again. It goes straight to his already throbbing cock. The sound of her, the feel of her, is more than he ever imagined on those lonely nights when he would stroke himself to release while fantasizing about his evil little monster and all the ways he’d make her surrender. He groans against her skin and sucks in her scent in greedy lungfuls as he rubs her just how she needs it.
Soon her whimpers turn to throaty moans. When she rocks her hips up to press against his fingers, he releases his bite on her neck and whispers into her ear, “Did you ever watch me on your cameras—stroking my cock late at night when all that was left in your lab was your scent? Did you know I was thinking about you? What you would feel like? Taste like?”
Her response is a needy mewl, followed by her hand reaching back to clasp onto his neck for support. Their bond throbs with the closeness of her climax, and every vein in his body burns with the power he holds. He pulls the hood covering her clit back, stroking her more firmly as he growls, “Did you think about me at night while you rubbed your little clit and tried not to picture me between your thighs?”
Her breath hitches and she presses back harder against his chest, but she doesn’t answer.
Jacob pinches the tip of her clit, making her yip, then stills the stimulation.
“No, no, please don’t stop!” she gasps, pressing her pussy hard against his fingers. When he moves his hand, denying her the friction she so desperately craves, she tries to reach down to touch herself, but he catches her by the wrist and forces her hand back up.
“Answer me, Adelaide.”
She moans at the growled command, the throaty sound betraying her body’s delight at his dominance. “Y-Yes. Always you. Only you.”
He rewards her with a continuous circle of his thumb over her swollen nub that has her quaking in his arms. “And yet you never commanded me to pleasure you.”
“Nearly did— oh! Once, oh! When I was in heat. I was—was so desperate, oh! But I couldn’t make it back to you in time— oh my god! Please don’t stop!”
“If you had, I would have taken you until you begged me to claim you. The first time I was inside you, you were always going to be mine. You belong to me. Tell me, Adelaide. Tell me.” His growl shivers through her body, the demand in it pulled from the core of his being. An alpha’s command.
“I’m yours,” she gasps. “I’m yours. Please, please!”
The juxtaposition of this needy little female begging him for release and the hard, haughty woman who ruled his life for so long heats his skin and has his testosterone throbbing through his blood. This was who she always was, underneath the icy facade—warm. Alive. And his. And on some level, he always knew.
Just as he feels her tighten in preparation for orgasm, Jacob slips his hand from her panties, leaving her floundering.
She screams, anger lacing through desperation, but before she can claw at him like their bond tells him she’s definitely planning to, he yanks her tights and underwear down her thighs and all the way to the ground, then gives her a push between the shoulder-blades that makes her stumble a step forward and out of her heels.
“Get on the bed.”
His female shivers again at the alpha command, her naked body trembling—but she obeys. There are only two steps between her and the bed, and when she reaches it, she kneels up on it, then—breathing deeply—lowers herself on all fours and spreads her legs.
The rush of blood in his ears when she presents her pussy nearly drowns out everything but raw, animal instinct. This is his woman, his mate. There is nothing he’ll ever want more than her hallowed sheath forced wide around his aching cock, and just looking at that perfect cunt peeking out between her luscious thighs is almost more than he can withstand.
It’s only her visible shaking that keeps his conscience fully checked in.
And just then, as he’s fighting his cock’s insistent demand to ignore his heart and mount her immediately, in a blinding moment of clarity, he understands why she keeps asking him to hurt her.
That’s what she thinks intimacy is: pain.
Unwilling submission.
That’s why she’s kneeling for him, open and aching and trembling with fear. Subjugated by her body’s desire and her heart’s need for a closeness she knows nothing else will bring.
The Siberian bunker was not the first time for her.
Something breaks in his chest. It feels physical, but it’s not.
He moves to the bed, and when he reaches for her hips her breath escapes in a sharp exhale, but she doesn’t move.
Gently he strokes his thumbs over her hip bones, then grabs her tighter.
She sucks in another sharp breath, expecting him to force his way inside. Instead he uses his grip to flip her onto her back.
His mate blinks up at him and gets up on her elbows, wariness and need plain on her pretty face. “Jacob…”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He kneels on the floor and slides his hands up the outside of her legs to grab her hips once more. One yank, and her ass is by the edge of the bed.
Adelaide fights her way up to rest on her hands, eyes wide. “W-What are you…?”
Jacob bends his head to brush a kiss against her knee. She shivers at the touch, and again when his breath ghosts over her skin. “I am showing you what this is supposed to be.”
“I don’t understand.” Her voice is wheezy, her breath catching when he raises higher on his knees, caging her in with a hand on each side of her hips.
“You will.” He leans in, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone. Her skin is salty on his lips, her taste thick with pheromones. He closes his eyes and rubs his nose up the side of her neck, inhaling deeply. The low growl rumbles out his throat without prompt, making her breathe out a soft moan against his ear that has his cock pulsing with urgency. A large part of him wants to give in—wants to flip her back over and sate the violent need for dominance and release—but he can’t. Not this time.
Instead he trails kisses along her jawline and down her throat until she is breathing shallowly, then wraps his arms around her back and lowers his mouth to her breasts.
“O- Oh!” Her startled exclamation ends in a sharp inhale when his tongue flicks over a nipple before he takes it between his lips, sucking gently.
He’s unprepared for the flood of heat that rolls through his pelvis and up the full length of his body at the sensation of that little bud in his mouth. It’s primal on a level that makes his cock ache and his heart shiver, and when she groans and rakes her fingers over his scalp, his mind swims with the onslaught of sensation.
Like a thirsting man, he sucks her breast deep into his mouth, moaning with her until her fingers slip from his scalp to his jaw, cupping his face.
Reluctantly, he releases her nipple with a wet pop to look up at her.
His mate stares down at him, lips parted around her gasping breaths and eyes wide with a mix of desire, sheer surprise—and more than a touch of fear.
“Jacob— ah!”
Before she can finish what’s undoubtedly going to be some form of protest, he bends his mouth for her other breast, trapping her nipple between his lips.
“Oh my god!” His woman groans deep in her throat and wraps her arms around his head, crushing him to her chest as she pants hard, all objections seemingly forgotten.
She’s so warm in his grasp, so solid. He clings to her body as he suckles her, moaning with her at the pleasure of intimacy until every cell throbs with desperation for more, his skin so tight the sensation of fabric against it is nearly painful.
Panting, he pulls away from her, rising to his feet to rid himself of his clothes.
She follows his movements, eyes glassy with desire—but when he opens his fatigues and his cock springs free, her sharp inhale isn’t purely from want.
Naked, he kneels on the floor between her legs again and brushes both hands down her calf muscles to her bare feet. She’s still staring down at his throbbing member, and the scent of her fear blends with the sweet aroma of her pussy.
Jacob lifts one foot to his lips and kisses the sole, a wry smile pulling on his lips when she gasps in surprise.
“W-What are you doing?” There’s more than a note of alarm in her question.
“From the first time I opened my eyes in your lab, you’ve made it quite clear that you are my creator; my mistress; my god,” he rumbles, brushing his mouth against her foot once more before pressing his thumb into the instep of the other and pulling a groan of pleasure from her. “So—I am worshipping you.” Another kiss, this one to her ankle. “Like you were meant to be.”
“Oh,” she breathes, hesitance still lacing her voice, but when he kisses higher on her ankle, her eyelids flutter. “That’s not… You don’t have to?—”
“Yes. I do,” he interrupts her, brushing his lips up higher, to her calf muscle. “You’re my mate. My monstrous, wrathful goddess. I will worship you until the day I die.”
She stares down at him with more than a little hesitance, but the fear in her eyes dims with every caress of his lips against her skin, even as his mouth travels higher up her leg toward the beautiful hollow calling to him. When he reaches the inside of her knee, she moans.
“That’s it, little goddess,” he rumbles, his warm breath raising goosebumps along her thigh. “Let me show you how it’s supposed to feel.”
Gentle fingertips skim over his scalp, and when he looks up to meet her gaze, his breath catches in his throat. Her pretty eyes are hooded, and in them, naked vulnerability is etched, along with the first sprinkling of trust. Even without their connection, the magnitude of this moment would have bored itself into the marrow of his bones.
Slowly she leans down on her elbows, then all the way to her back before she spreads her thighs wide, guiding him to where she needs his worship most.
Jacob exhales hard, groaning with hunger at the unobstructed view of her glistening slit. His kisses up her inner thighs are hard and urgent, teeth nipping at her flesh and lips sucking on her skin until finally, he’s there.
The smell of her fills his nostrils, overwhelming him with its animalic potency until she fills his lungs, his cells, his mind. He groans again, the ache in his pulsing cock almost more than he can bear. Stars, he never needed anything like he does her cunt.
Trembling with the effort to stay in control, he reaches up for her hands and brings them to the back of his head. Her fingers instantly latch onto his skull, and when he parts her slick folds and finally buries his mouth in her, there’s nothing but pleasure in her throaty moan.
She tastes like… Jacob struggles for a comparison, finds none, and promptly loses the will to care. It doesn’t matter what she tastes like, only that he’ll never, ever get enough, so long as he fucking lives.
His mate mewls and writhes as he greedily laps at her center, coaxing the maddening juices from her opening until her fingertips dig into his skull, desperately guiding him upward.
He obeys, and her groan when he finally closes his lips around her pulsing clit makes his balls tighten in near-release.
“Omi god!” Her thighs clasp tight around his neck, muscles trembling and nails digging into his scalp as her little clit pops into the cavern of his mouth, elongating with the suction. “Fuck, Jacob, oh! Oh!”
There is not a power on this Earth strong enough to keep him in control. The sound of his name, moaned with such all-consuming need… There is nothing left in his world but her pleasure.
He sucks her clit while she wails and bucks and rubs herself against his mouth, sucks it until her thighs squeeze his neck through her first climax so hard a lesser man would have passed out, then sucks it harder still while she trembles and pants and grinds on his tongue, right into a second orgasm.
His ears ring with the sound of his name and the bond in his chest throbs with the echoes of her pleasure, and he will never. Get. Enough.
“Ah! No more! Please! Too—too sensitive!” His renewed suction on the swollen bud between his lips makes her push at his forehead in between harsh pants for air. He’s so lost to the fog that it takes her desperately flailing a foot at his shoulder before he registers what she means.
It takes everything he has to pull away.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room are their shared breaths. His are as labored as hers, the struggle to not pin her thighs open and force his mouth back to her overstimulated clit taking every ounce of strength he possesses.
When he finally trusts himself enough to keep the dominant urges in check, he looks up once more—and immediately loses the ability to think.
She’s collapsed on her back on the bed, skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat and legs splayed open to reveal her glistening pussy. Her clit protrudes obscenely, well-sucked and dark red from his attention, and her weeping hole is swollen open.
Ready to be worshipped.