Page 34 of Protector (Alpha Ties)

THIRTY-FOUR

ADDIE

The alpha stands up slowly, and every oversized muscle in his body rolls with the movement.

My pussy contracts at the sight, entirely unconcerned with how my clit throbs from hyper-stimulation, or my stomach clenches when his enormous cock comes into view again. It’s so big. So ridiculously, impossibly big.

Only it’s not impossible. He’s been inside me before. It hurt like hell, but my body is capable. And right now, even as trepidation tries to fight its way through my post-orgasmic bliss, all that matters is that I need him, or I’ll never ever find my way out of the darkness. The knowledge isn’t logical, it’s primal—every cell in my body throbs with it. I have to.

I force my gaze from his huge member and find his eyes. Immediate warmth floods my belly, softening my muscles and making fluid rush from my core. Those deep, green eyes burn with unadulterated desire, no hint of reluctance or grim determination obstructing his want. Right now, he doesn’t see his tormenter, doesn’t see any of our fucked-up past. Right now, all he sees when he looks at me is a woman.

Jacob leans down over me, one hand next to my head taking his weight as his huge body boxes me in on the mattress and blocks out everything else.

This is it.

I suck in a sharp breath and clench my hands in the sheets, bracing. But instead of pressure between my thighs, Jacob skims a couple of fingers over my cheek in a gentle caress.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice hoarse with effort.

I obey on instinct, flicking my eyes up to his. The fire in them takes my breath away, and I gasp into the shared air between us.

He brushes his hand up to my temple, then moves it to grab my hand, easily wresting it free of the sheet to place it on his side. He’s scalding hot under my fingers, and I can feel the fast, steady drum of his heart through his ribs.

“I’m right here.” He skims his hand down my belly and ghosts it over my clit, making me jerk with sensation that no longer feels too much. And then—hot, wet, huge pressure right against my opening.

I suck in another sharp breath, my free hand flying up to his other side, but my eyes are caught in his. I stare, open-mouthed, up at him, panting hard. The pressure against my slick hole increases, and the tight concentration on his face flickers with a fine tremor—as if the deepening connection to my wet pussy is more than he can stand.

“Ah!” I mewl and dig my nails into his skin as muscle memory kicks in, my body preparing for pain. It never comes.

Slowly my pussy opens, slick flesh stretching to accommodate my alpha—and then, before I can even register it, he’s inside.

“Fuck.” He grunts a curse, panting hard as he pauses just inside my opening. I stare up at him, eyes wide and mouth half agape as I try to comprehend how my pussy flutters around his too-thick cockhead, not to expel the harsh intrusion, but to suck him deeper. His pleasure at being inside me pounds through our bond, aggressive and overwhelming, but behind it… Behind it, I feel his iron will to keep it slow and gentle. Or as gentle as it can get with an alpha’s brutally sized cock.

“Feel okay?” he grunts, confirming what I already know from our bond: He’s doing everything he can to ensure I’m okay.

A hazy memory from the bunker makes me clench harder at his sides. He did that the first time we were together too. It hurt bad, but he could have made it so much worse.

“Adelaide?” A flicker of worry makes it through the gravel of his deep voice, and I swallow thickly and push away the dark tendrils from that bunker, forcing my mind to the present.

“It’s… It’s okay.”

He grunts in acknowledgement and rubs my clit until my apprehension at what comes next melts to the background, eyelids fluttering. Oh, this feels more than okay. My pussy grips him in rhythm with the pangs of pleasure threading through my clit, and it feels— so good. The discomfort of having my entrance forced wide morphs to primal ecstasy as my slick tunnel massages his head in a desperate bid to coax him deeper, deeper ? —

Before I even register my body’s betrayal, he gives me what I need.

The wonderful stimulation of my clit ceases, his hand coming down next to my head to balance his weight—and then, with a slow, smooth push, he forces his cock all the way to my cervix.

My breath explodes out of me, every muscle in my body locking up tight as my entire nervous system goes into overdrive.

He’s inside me! He’s inside, he’s inside, he’s ? —

It doesn’t hurt.

I gasp another breath, shock numbing the intensity of being opened so impossibly wide, but no… There’s no pain. Only deep, unyielding pressure, and…

I stare wide-eyed up at him as I finally register the pleasure throbbing through my core in rhythm with my frantic pulse. How? How can he make it feel like this? Like… Like I was made for him, like the fullness in my sheath is what I need to finally feel whole. Unbroken.

Jacob kisses my jaw, my throat, my mouth, his breath coming in harsh pants as his body trembles under my palms. “Stars, you feel so fucking good,” he groans.

I only manage a whimper in response. It draws his eyes up to mine, the look in them searching, but whatever he finds there seems to ease any concerns he may have had. Molten heat blazes from those green, green eyes, and when he presses his lips to my ear, his voice is raw with lust.

“My goddess. I’ve wanted you for so, so goddamn long.” His words are followed by a long, slow roll of his powerful hips.

I shriek. My pussy clings to his thick cock as he pulls halfway out, and the bulging rim of his cockhead rubs firmly against nerve endings I didn’t know could feel anything this mind-numbingly raw. It’s not pain, but it’s too intense, too deep to be purely pleasure. I don’t have words for this—and when Jacob slowly pushes his cock back inside to kiss my cervix, I lose the ability to care.

“Ngh! Oh!” Surrendering to the endorphins, I dig my nails into his sides and wrap my legs around his hips to drag him deeper still. There’s no more fear, no more reason. There’s just him. Inside me. Finally making me whole.

Despite the constrictions of my thighs, Jacob thrusts again, the slide of his huge cock against my overworked nerves making me throw my head back and cry out even as my pussy squeezes him for more. When he finds home once again, he groans with me, into my ear. The pleasure in that animalistic sound only drives my own higher.

Again he rolls his hips. And again. And again.

He keeps his body on mine, making me feel his heat, his strength. We are one. The rhythm of his hips is all I’ll ever need, and oh, God!

“I’m gonna come!” I whine, mindless for anything but the tight, overwhelming wave rising in my pelvis. I need it. I need it so much it feels like I’m dying! I scratch at my alpha and buck up against him, desperate for more. “Jacob! Jacob, please! Make me come!”

He growls and raises up high on his hands—and then he gives me exactly what my body needs.

I scream at the first, hard blow of his hips colliding with mine, but by the second, I’m too frantic to breathe. His cock pummels my pussy rough and fast, and it shouldn’t feel good, but oh my God, he can’t ever stop! I cry and cling to his arms, wild with need as the wave turns to a firestorm, and then I’m there!

“Alpha!” My voice rings through the room, and every muscle in my body locks up tight, arcing my spine up high off the mattress as my pussy swallows the full length of his cock.

Everything is heat and mind-numbing, all-consuming pleasure.

When my sheath erupts in a series of hard spasms along his shaft, I am undone.

“Fuck!” My alpha’s strangled cry as my pussy milks him sounds like it comes through water. I slump limply underneath him, my orgasm still ringing in my ears and blurring my view of his beautiful face as he grits his teeth and snarls.

However, when the pressure in my opening intensifies the next second, my conscience snaps back into my body with a shudder of realization.

His knot.

Not that, not that! I shriek in denial, but my throat is too hoarse to form the words, and when I flail my boneless arms in desperation, he simply rolls down on one elbow, pressing me deep into the mattress with his weight. His free hand slips between us, finds my clit—and I shatter.

I come so hard my pussy clamps his cock before he can push his knot through the protesting opening, but when it erupts in fluttering spasms the next second, he presses his advantage.

“Ah! Shit! Ah!” I sob each word between hyperventilating gasps for air, my entire focus on the huge stretch of his still-swelling knot as he slowly, mercilessly forces it through the tight squeeze behind my pelvic bone.

When it finally pops through, I see stars.

“Good girl. That’s it. Good girl.” He rasps the praise against my ear, rubbing hard little circles on my throbbing clit that has me coming again before I even register that, despite the horror of having my pelvis gaped, it doesn’t hurt.

I pant hard and stare up at him—up at his face screwed up in pleasure so intense I feel it throbbing through our bond, and I finally, finally understand.

He is my home.

Jacob rubs his thumb harshly over my still-trembling clit, and my epiphany drowns in the screaming of overstimulated nerves. But despite my desperate mewl, he doesn’t ease off, and when hot, full jets of semen finally hit my pulsing cervix, I’m carried away by yet another climax.

He keeps me suspended in orgasm after orgasm so long, time loses all meaning. I writhe and scream and come until every inch of my pussy is raw, and all I am is swollen, sensitive flesh made for pleasure; an extension of him, his home as he is mine.

When he finally eases off my aching clitoris, I’m barely conscious.

Jacob’s soft lips skim over my jawline, moving to the side of my neck to kiss my scar. “You good?”

“Hnnn,” I groan.

A huff of breath ghosting over my skin is all the strength he can muster for a laugh. “Agreed.”

Somehow I manage to crack my eyelids enough that I can see his face. The expression on it takes what little breath I have left.

Awe. He’s staring down at me with pure, unadulterated awe. Like I am the most precious entity in the entire world. The hum in our sated bond agrees—he truly believes I’m the center of his universe.

His goddess.

My sob of anguish comes from the deepest part of my soul.