Page 3 of The Alpha’s Protection (Alpha Doms #4)

Mark

I wake late—which is totally unlike me, but I spent the entire night fucking my fist. Having my mate under my roof, sleeping in my guest bedroom, drove my wolf out of his mind.

To make matters impossible, I knew my mate was touching herself, too.

I scented her arousal and heard her quickened breath and restless movements through the door, and knowing she was probably as needy as I was drove me out of my mind.

I finally fell asleep as the sun was rising and got a few hours of shut-eye in.

Now, the smell of something sweet is coming from my kitchen. I yank on a pair of jeans and pad down the hall as I pull a shirt over my head. I detect the soft snore of her pups still coming from the guest bedroom.

I head down the stairs, and my dick goes horizontal—or as horizontal as possible trapped behind the denim—at what I find in the kitchen.

Colleen is standing in a pair of panties and the oversized t-shirt I gave her to sleep in, flipping French toast in a frying pan.

Last night when I locked myself in my bedroom to keep from barging in her room and helping her get satisfaction, I resolved to take things slow today.

I don’t know everything she’s been through, but I can tell my mate has been terrorized for a long time.

She’s not ready to trust, and she doesn’t know me from Adam. Just because our biology tells us we’re fated to be together doesn’t mean she’s willing or ready to accept that.

But seeing her like this—catching the earthy cinnamon notes of her delicious scent—aggression takes over. My need to pleasure her, mate her, mark her is all I can think of.

“Aw, babygirl,” I rumble, stepping up against her back and filling one palm with the curve of her ass.

I wrap my other arm around her waist to hold her captive against my chest. “I ought to spank this gorgeous ass for the cock-tease you’re giving me right now.

” I massage her round cheeks, unable to stop the low rumbling growl in my chest. “You look so delectable this morning.” My fingers trail below her cheeks to brush her most intimate parts.

The scent of her arousal perfumes the air, and she throws her head back on my shoulder.

She may not be emotionally ready for me, but her body already knows its master.

I slide my hand down her panties in front to dip a finger in her wetness.

“Would you like that, babygirl?” I murmur in her ear.

“You need your wolf-daddy to pull these panties off you and spank your ass red?”

She moans softly.

“It would serve you right after the night I had. I barely slept with your scent wafting through my place like a drug.”

Her juicy cunt squeezes around my finger.

My cock presses against her back, dying to get in on the action.

Fifty different ways to take my little she-wolf plow through my head—bent over the counter, up on the table with her legs spread wide, straddling my shoulders for a mustache ride.

I’m so caught up in her little mewls of pleasure and the glorious feel of her slippery flesh beneath the pad of my finger that I fail to detect the sound of movement behind us.

“Leave her alone!” a small but fierce voice demands.

Colleen gasps. I release her and whirl to find Jayden standing at the foot of my stairs, his blue-green eyes wide and frightened, despite the angry slash of his brows. I draw in deep breaths to push back my lusty wolf, which probably shows in the color of my eyes.

“ Jayden ,” Colleen remonstrates. A blush turns her cheeks a pretty shade of pink, setting off her eyes, which are the same shade as her son’s.

“It’s okay.” I wrap my hand around her nape and stroke my thumb along the column of her neck. To Jayden, I say, “She’s all right. I wasn’t hurting her. I would never hurt your momma.”

“Apologize,” Colleen instructs Jayden.

“No,” I cut in, then backpedal. “I mean, I’m not trying to overrule your parenting, but I don’t need an apology. He’s protective of his momma—that’s how it should be.”

The boy looks uncertain but then must see something in his mother’s face because the fear drops away. “Momma, your teeth!” he exclaims.

Colleen runs the tip of her tongue along her top teeth and smiles. “They grew in overnight.”

My heart beats fiercely in my chest, the need to avenge the crimes against her warring with my satisfaction that her body has reset back to normal so quickly. One orgasm from her mate was all it took.

Just wait until I get my cum inside her. I try to push that filthy thought from my mind.

“Let me see,” Angie cries, running down the stairs. She throws her arms around her mother’s waist and looks up at Colleen’s pretty smile.

I squeeze Colleen’s nape before I release her. “I’m going to take another cold shower,” I murmur.

At this point, I’m not sure a bucket of ice could cool me down.

I leave Colleen to feed the pups and go back upstairs to get in my shower.

Once there, I fist my cock, closing my eyes and leaning my forehead against the cool tile as cold water drenches my back.

I beat off to the image of Colleen’s legs, the ripeness of her sweet cunt, but something won’t let me come.

Which is a huge problem. There’s no way I can be near her if I can’t clear out some of this raging lust.

I groan, banging my head against the tile and fisting my cock even harder.

Her scent magically fills the shower as if conjured by my fantasies, mingling with the steam.

Mark. I hear my name spoken in her voice, the sound driving me wild.

No, wait. My eyes flare open, and I release my cock, spinning around.

She’s standing in my bathroom, with the shirt off, wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

I push the shower door open, but leave the water running to muffle the sounds I hope we’re about to make.

The kids have the keen hearing of shifters, but I hear them playing downstairs, and the shower noise will drown out our activity.

I step out, dripping wet. “Did you come for your spanking, little girl?”

Her nipples bead up, her long hair falls over one shoulder. “Yes.”

I fucking love the new confidence she shows. Like she understands how much power she has over me. That she doesn’t have to be afraid.

I want to go slowly—I mean to go slowly—but I’m too out of my mind with lust. I barrel into her, not taking time to dry off or be gentle. I grip her hips and spin her to face the counter. “Bend over, sweetheart,” I tell her roughly.

By some miracle, she’s still not afraid. She braces her hands on it and pushes her cute ass out. I stroke my hand over her panties. They’re the practical kind—plain, cotton, heather grey.

“I’d better leave these on you, or we’ll make too much noise,” I tell her right before I lift my hand and crack it down on one side of her ass.

She makes an approving sound, uhhnn , and that’s all I need to continue. I spank her hard and fast with one hand as my other dips down the front of her panties and rubs over her clit.

“Mark!” she gasps, her little button swelling under my fingertip, her pussy leaking the most delicious juices.

“Say it again,” I command, spanking harder. “Who’s your daddy?”

She presses her fingers over the top of mine with a desperate whine. “You are. Mark. You’re my daddy.”

Oh, fates, I’m going to lose it. I’m going to lose control and sink my teeth in her. But the moment my gaze goes to her shoulder and tracks the scars her asshole ex left, I regain control.

Her teeth grew in, but those scars still haven’t healed, which means they run deep. I’m going to take that asshole alpha ex-mate of hers out for what he’s done to Colleen and his pups.

And I won’t betray her trust. Ever.

I channel my need into spanking her harder and faster, knowing a she-wolf loves a little pain with her pleasure, remembering how her pussy turned molten when I threatened it downstairs.

I sink two fingers inside her with my other hand, cupping her mons and pressing over her swollen clit.

“Please,” she pleads, and I stop spanking, in case she’s begging for mercy. “No,” she says quickly. “Don’t stop. I need it—please.”

“What do you need, babygirl?” I thrust my fingers deeper inside her as I squeeze and knead her ass.

She twists to look over her shoulder, and her gaze drops to my erection.

“You want a long, wet ride on my cock, babygirl?”

She licks her lips, making me groan. “Yes, please.”

Yes, please. This girl.

I yank a drawer open to find a box of condoms and roll one on as my beautiful she-wolf shimmies out of her panties. Fates, I hope I can control myself.

But Colleen trusts me, and that makes me desperate to be worthy of that faith. I know it can’t be easy for her. I drag the head of my sheathed cock through her juices. “Is this what you need, sweetheart? Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, please.”

I push her lower back to angle her ass up more, then shove in, filling her. I have to stop, closing my eyes and willing back the need to mark her. My teeth are long and extended in my mouth, dripping with the serum that contains my scent, that would forever mark her as mine.

“Please,” she begs.

Fuck.

I wrap my arm around the front of her hips to keep them from slamming against the hard counter, and then I drill into her like our lives depend on it. Maybe they do. I find one of her nipples with my free hand and squeeze and pinch it. “Baby,” I rasp. Being inside her is doing crazy things to me.

Nothing has ever felt so right. The need to satisfy her, to satisfy myself overwhelms me.

“Yes!” she whisper-shouts, eyes closed. The sight of her expression in the mirror as she’s about to orgasm sends me over the edge.

I hold in my roar as I fuck her hard and fast, shifting my hand between her legs to rub her clit. Her mouth opens in a silent “O,” and her muscles start squeezing around my dick. I slam in hard and stay, rubbing her clit and watching in the mirror as we both hurtle over the edge into ecstasy.