Page 9 of The Alpha’s Protection (Alpha Doms #4)

Mark

Colleen waits on my bed—no, our bed—wearing one of my t-shirts.

It’s late—her father took the pups to stay with him at a hotel for the night—correctly intuiting that we could use some alone-time to resolve things between us.

He bribed them with the promise of ordering room service and swimming in the pool, so they were content enough to go, despite the stress of their day.

I spent the afternoon taking care of Dirk’s body, making it look like he was trafficking drugs and was the victim of a drug gang execution and then meeting with Ben, my alpha, Colleen’s dad, and the Lexington pack to resolve things once and for all.

Now, freshly out of the shower, my blood sings in anticipation of marking my female.

She seems completely changed now that the threat of Dirk has been removed. Her wariness is gone. Where I could tell she was holding back before, she now seems open and receptive. Mine.

“Clothes off, baby,” I command when I find her sitting on her heels in the center of the bed. She looks so submissive waiting for me, her attentive gaze on my face.

She whips the shirt off and tosses it to the floor, and I discover she was wearing nothing underneath.

A growl of approval crawls up my throat as I stalk closer. “Oh, sweet girl. That is so beautiful.”

Her nipples bead up, eyes change to amber. I scent her arousal.

“Little wolf, you upset me today,” I tell her in a mock-stern voice.

“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“I was so scared for you.” I gently position her on her knees, then push her torso down until her ass is in the air. “I thought I might lose you.”

“I know.”

I run my hand over the curve of her ass, stroking her. “You were trying to protect me by not letting me mark you, weren’t you?”

“I was just scared,” she says, and my heart squeezes.

“Please don’t ever push me out of the picture again.” I deliver a slap to her ass. “If you’re in trouble, I want to be there beside you.” I slap the other cheek.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Are you going to let me take care of you?” I spank her again.

“Yes! Yes, please.”

I chuckle because she’s so damn sweet. I could never really punish her, especially not with what she’s been through. She needs to always know she’s safe with me.

“Give me this ass.” I grip both cheeks and pull them apart, rimming her asshole with my tongue.

“Oh!” She squeals, her anus fluttering against my tongue.

“I’m going to fuck you here tonight. That’s what happens when you’re naughty.”

The sweet smell of her arousal tells me she’s perfectly on board with that idea.

I rub two fingers between her legs, finding her clit and tapping it a few times before I deliver a little spank.

“First I’m going to spank this sweet pussy, and then I’m going to get my dick wet, just enough to draw my teeth down. And then I’m going to mark your sweet little ass as mine forever.”

Colleen moans her assent as I rub a light circle around her clit.

I spank her pussy with quick light slaps, reveling in the way her juices run over my fingers each time I make contact.

I don’t even need to dip my cock inside her—I’m already hard as stone with my fangs down, ripe with the serum that leaves my scent forever embedded in her flesh.

But I’m a male of my word. I spank her pussy until her moans turn desperate and wanton, then I spear her with my erection, driving in so deep she cries out with pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy!”

“That’s it, babygirl. Take my cock,” I growl, pulling back, then slamming in again.

“Yes, please. I want it. I want it so badly,” she begs.

Fuck.

I pump in with shorter strokes, bumping her ass each time, making my balls draw up tight like I’m already ready to go off.

But I won’t. I have other plans tonight.

I grip her hips to make it satisfying for both of us, deep and firm.

My balls slap against her clit. My thumb pushes against her back entrance.

Just when I’m sure she’s about to come—when her walls start to squeeze and her moans turn into desperate cries—I pull out and sink my fangs into her beautiful ass.

She screams and bucks as if the pain gives her as much pleasure as the fucking. I breach her hole, and I hold her like that, captive to my bite, my thumb opening her for what comes next.

She comes, moaning and begging, her fingers seeking her clit between her legs.

It takes me a moment to regain my humanity, but the satisfaction of having marked her is the most intoxicating high I’ve ever been on. I withdraw my thumb and fangs and lick the wound closed as Colleen continues to work her fingers between her legs, moaning.

“I’m sorry, babygirl. Did I leave you empty when you came?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t worry, I’m about to stuff you full of my cock, sweetheart. Don’t move.” I leave her for a moment to grab the lubricant I picked up on my way home. Using a generous amount, I coat my cock and her anus, then arrange a pillow under her hips to make her more comfortable.

I pepper her ass with a few more spanks. “Reach back and open your ass for me,” I command.

She immediately obeys, obviously completely trusting of me at this point.

I straddle her hips and rub the head of my cock over her anus. “Take me.”

She squeezes at first, but I wait until her anus relaxes and opens. I ease forward, going slowly as she gets used to having her ass filled.

“Good girl,” I praise, and she relaxes more. “Put your fingers between your legs again, sweetheart. Work that pussy for me while I fuck your ass.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I fucking love how agreeable she is. How on board. How willingly she goes with my dirty talk and kinky play.

Once I’m all the way inside her, I start to pump slowly. Just a little. In and out. Gradually I let the movements grow until I’m stroking all the way—filling and emptying her.

Her moans and the slick sounds of frantic fingers working between her legs fill the room.

“Are you going to put yourself in danger again, babygirl?”

“No, Daddy!”

“No. You’re going to let your daddy take care of you, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, please. I need that.” She sounds desperate, like she’s going to come again.

It makes me desperate to orgasm as well.

“Fuck,” I growl, pumping faster, trying not to let my movements get erratic or jerky as my thighs tense.

“Please, please, Daddy!” she squeals.

I shout and shove in deep, filling her ass with my cum as I reach around the front of her hips to sink my fingers deep in her squeezing cunt.

“Oh Fates, yes,” I pant against her ear, rocking slowly.

“Yes,” she moans her agreement.

“You’re mine now,” I tell her, panting against her back. I kiss her ear, her jaw, along her hairline.

“You’re mine,” she says back. “I’m going to take care of you, too.”

I chuckle and ease out of her. “Stay there, babygirl,” I murmur, then get up to bring a washcloth and clean her up. When I finish she rolls over, and I pull the pillow out and settle on top of her, dropping kisses all over her lovely heart-shaped face.

“You don’t need to take care of me, little wolf. Having you in my bed is reward enough. I want you to take care of yourself. You could go to college if you wanted. Or stay home. Or work. Anything that lights you up. That’s what I want from you.”

She wraps her arms and legs around me, yanking me flush against her.

I chuckle. “I’m going to squish you, sweetheart.”

“No you won’t,” she says, face buried in my neck.

“I love you, sweet girl.”

“You’re more than my mate. More than my daddy. You’re a hero, in the true sense of the word. You give yourself for the protection of others. Travis would be honored with what you’ve done in his memory, and I’m so proud to be your mate.”

My eyes and nose get hot for a moment. “Thank you, babygirl.”