Alpha Protector

by Terry Bolryder

  Doubt sank through her. “Oh. Why would you do that?”

  He palmed the wheel as they turned onto another abandoned road. “I think you’ll like this one. I promised I would make both of us happy, regardless of any prior pack promises.”

  She put a hand up to her mouth, shaking slightly in excitement.

  “And as you know,” he said. “I take my pack promises extremely seriously.”

  She nodded, heart in her throat. “Yes, you do.”

  He pulled the car off to the side of the road, turned off the engine, and looked over at her, resting one arm on the wheel and the other on the seat behind her. “So, Laurel, will you make us both happy by being my mate?”

  She blinked.

  “That is, if it would make you happy,” he said, starting to look hesitant. There was something so adorable about an alpha who was so confident in his abilities but so nervous when it came to his woman.

  She leaned forward, throwing her arms around him. “Of course. Of course it will make me happy. I’ve been practically begging for it, you bastard.”

  His eyes widened in surprise, but then he relaxed and ran his hands gently over her back. “I’m sorry.” He placed a kiss on her neck, and she shuddered in anticipation.

  He pulled back, concern in his eyes. “Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?” Anger flared to life and a vein twitched at his temple. He cracked his knuckles, and Laurel’s eyes widened.

  “No,” she said. “No, you came just in time. Until then, I’d been able to evade him, even with his alpha strength.”

  “He has shit technique,” Asher mumbled.

  “Right, and he’d only just gotten me into a corner when you came in. Thank goodness.”

  Asher’s eyes closed as he leaned on the back of his seat. Pain was obvious on his face. “You don’t know what it was like coming in like that, seeing you terrified, seeing what he could have done. Damn, if I never have to watch a scene like that for the rest of my life, I’ll be a grateful man.”

  “Yeah, maybe you won’t have to rescue me so much when we’re mated,” she said.

  His eyes flew open as if he’d just realized that, and he grinned and nodded. “A definite perk.”

  She flinched. “I’m sorry it’s been a pain.”

  “No,” he said, reaching for her and pulling her against his warm chest again. “Never a pain. I’ll rescue you in an instant should you ever need it. However, now that I have the right to stay by your side all the time, I intend to make sure you’re never in situations where you need it.” He stroked her hair with one hand, looking into her eyes. “Though, since you’re a troublemaker, I expect to probably have to save you once or twice.”

  She laughed. “I hope not.”

  “I don’t know,” he said. “What if you’re hugely pregnant and you can’t get out of the tub? You might need me then.”

  “Asher!” she said, laughing and giving him a shove.

  “Or, I don’t know… You might be so tired after all the constant sexing that you might not be able to walk and might need me to carry you around…”

  She laughed harder, snorting through her nose. “Not likely.”

  He hmphed. “You never know.”

  She pulled back and brushed back a stubborn lock of black hair. “You like rescuing me, don’t you?”

  He nodded. “Of course. I like knowing you’re happy. Knowing you’re safe. Knowing you need me.” He blinked. “Of course, I never want you in trouble just so you need me, but I like knowing I can always be there.” He pulled her in against his chest again. She could feel her heart beating rapidly, her whole body warming at his words, his touch.

  He was hers. He was finally hers. And she was his.

  Too many years, too many fights, and too many other suitors she wasn’t interested in. Too many rescues, too many chased-away boyfriends. But it was all worth it if it led to this moment.

  He finally released her and started the car. “All right, we better head out. I’m sure you need rest. It was a long day.” He pulled back onto the road.

  Oh hell no.

  “Asher, pull over,” she said, yanking on his sleeve as he accelerated.

  “What do you mean?” he asked, looking at her blankly. “Don’t you want to get home?”

  She shook her head. “Of course not. Asher Vale, you just promised to mate me, and I mean to have you before you can get stubborn and change your mind.”

  He snorted and shoved a hand through his hair, giving her a lustful glare. “I’m never going to change my mind. Sorry, doll. You’re stuck with me.”

  He looked like the bad boy he was, and she grinned.

  “Then prove it.”

  His eyes widened slightly, and then a grinned pulled at the corners of his mouth.

  He pulled over.

  10

  Asher still couldn’t believe his ears. But the seductive look in Laurel’s eyes showed she was completely serious.

  When Laurel knew she wanted something, she wanted it immediately.

  Asher had always liked that about her.

  He leaned over from where he was seated and looked into those dark, sensual eyes, flashing arousal and confidence.

  “Prove it, huh?” Asher taunted, moving steadily closer.

  Laurel’s breath caught for a moment “Unless you don’t think you can handle…” But her sentence was cut off by Asher’s lips covering hers. He drank in the sweet feel of them, soft and warm against his, overpowering and owning and expressing all the unsaid feelings and thoughts and desires he had toward her over the past few years. So many things undone, all coming out at once.

  Asher dove inside her mouth with his tongue, stroking inside and running along the top of her mouth. She gave a gentle moan as he moved closer to her, bringing his hand behind her neck and running his fingers through her soft, curly hair.

  He left her mouth and moved to her cheek, placing a soft kiss there, then moving to her ear, her neck, her collarbone. Everywhere he kissed, he was worshipping Laurel, adoring and respecting and loving this wonderful woman that had come into his life by some miracle, and by yet another miracle, wanted him.

  He leaned farther over to kiss the other side of her neck and bumped the gearshift.

  “Not close enough,” Asher muttered and reached over to Laurel’s seat release, moving her seat back and reclining it so she was lying as far back as possible. He pushed himself over the gearshift and on top of her, straddling her with his legs. “Much better,” he said, enjoying the view of her luscious curves below him, loving the feel of her soft thighs between his.

  It all felt so amazing. So right. Part of Asher still worried he was making a mistake, that somehow she deserved better than him. But her smile was a constant reminder that Laurel wanted him, that she loved him, and that he loved her every bit as much.

  He would never stop wanting to make his woman happy. Never in a million years.

  Asher came back down to kiss her, and while their lips were interlocked, his hand moved down to the button of her pants, undoing them and going slowly inside. Laurel gasped as his fingers moved downward, first feeling over her soft cotton panties and then going under.

  “You’re so hot,” Asher muttered against her lips. His finger felt along her center and flicked gently along the tiny nub, pulling a stifled gasp from Laurel’s lips.

  “No need to be quiet. There’s nobody around for miles,” Asher said, kissing along her neck while he waited with his hand.

  And Asher wasn’t lying. This street was probably the quietest in the county, a lone back road that ran for miles as it snaked around the outskirts of the city and led more or less nowhere.

  Asher moved his finger over her again, more slowly and intentionally now, giving her the entire length of his digit. This time she moaned loudly, the delicious sound filling the small space in the car. Her scent was entirely everywhere, floral and fresh and completely her, driving him mad with desire for her. His wolf howled in approval.

  He made small
circles with his finger on her clit as he kissed and lightly bit along her neck, wanting to torture her with as much delicious sensation possible until she came over and over again in his arms.

  It wasn’t long before she did, one final flick sending her over the edge. She clenched her arms around him tightly as she screamed into the noiseless night. The sound was ecstasy in Asher’s ears, as he could feel her body tense and then release.

  By now the windows of the car were completely fogged from their heat. Which pleased Asher, since if any cars did happen to pass he didn’t want them to be able to see his Laurel.

  Asher didn’t hesitate stroking the center of her desire again, this time more quickly, with deft, gentle motions. He could hear Laurel’s breathing as it sped up, fast and faster as she got closer to the edge. As she did, he continued to kiss her neck and lightly bite her ear, the combination clearly working for Laurel right now.

  Just how Asher had gotten so damn lucky to be with this woman, he’d never know. But he did know that pleasuring her would always be this amazing.

  Feeling the tensing between Laurel’s luscious thighs, he gave one last, tiny stroke, and Laurel orgasmed again, this time screaming his name with reckless abandon as he held her in his arms and she rode out the pleasure coursing through her body beneath him.

  When it finally abated, Laurel looked up at him, eyes still full of desire, a soft sheen of sweat along her brow from the exertion.

  “How about we take this to the back?” Asher suggested.

  Laurel nodded, and he helped her crawl into the backseat of the car, and he followed, coming on top of her again.

  Thankfully, the model of Asher’s mustang was roomier in the back than most cars like it and had no rear side windows, leaving the backseat almost entirely obscured.

  “Just the right size,” Laurel said, her voice sensual. “I like the view from here,” she added, looking up at him and licking her lips.

  “I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought about doing exactly this back here before,” he said, his hand teasing at the clasp of her bra under her shirt.

  “Show me what you had in mind,” she replied.

  With one deft motion, he undid her bra and pulled off her shirt, taking the bra with it. Her voluptuous breasts were bared to him, soft and tantalizing, and he couldn’t resist holding one in each hand, clasping and massaging the soft flesh. Something about their softness was so irresistible, so alluring. He placed a long, passionate kiss on one, then the other, drawing ragged moans from Laurel’s lips.

  He’d have those lips begging for completion by the end.

  Still holding one breast in each hand, he came down and sucked one while he teased the other with his thumb. He could feel the hardened tip form at the center of the nipple and pressed on it with his thumb while he kissed and licked at the other with his mouth. Laurel made him so incredibly hard. She was so beautiful. Every inch of her skin was paradise, every moan and gasp heaven.

  He took his time as he lavished her body with kisses across her breasts, her belly, her shoulders. Even though he wanted to go inside of her this very moment, he wanted even more to relish the experience. Take in everything and give her everything she’d been deprived of until now. And each kiss rewarded him with a soft sigh as he explored and caressed her soft, curvaceous body.

  As he came lower, her jeans impeded him. With a swift motion, he slid them off with her panties, leaving her completely bared to him. There was a hint of shyness in her blush, but aside from that, she was confident and collected, the epitome of a female alpha.

  Asher slid to the side of her and came down, enjoying her heady scent and soft, dark skin. Then he brought his tongue to her center, feeling the heat there and diving between her soft folds, licking right along her clit.

  Laurel shuddered and grasped the seat cushions, moaning loudly.

  So fucking hot.

  He did it again, this time slower and more intentional, savoring the taste of her, savoring the sounds she made, savoring her body’s response with each centimeter of smooth motion he made over her center. And as he licked, he massaged her breasts, his hands still not fully satisfied and needing more of the supple softness.

  If Asher were able to go back into the past a few years and tell himself what he would be doing right now, past Asher wouldn’t have believed it. And probably would have decked his future self in the nose for suggesting such a thing was even possible.

  But this wasn’t a dream, even if it was better than any of the wildest fantasies he could have ever had.

  I’ll always be unworthy of you. But that doesn’t mean I won’t do my best every day to make you happy.

  He licked along her clit one last time, accentuating the final flick with the tip of his tongue, and Laurel’s body came alive beneath his hands once more. She grasped for his hands, still at her breasts, like an anchor in a storm, and he took in the sight of her. It was unlike anything else he had ever experienced.

  Well, except maybe one thing still to come.

  He brought his legs back over her and ran his hands along her body as she came down from the orgasm. Her body was so soft, with just the lightest sheen of sweat that made her glow in the diffused moonlight coming through the foggy window.

  “Okay Asher, time to make good on your promise,” she said, breathless.

  “I don’t know. I’d say you have a few more left before…”

  He was caught off guard by the feel of her hands suddenly grasping his hardness. It shocked him, then turned him on, her alpha wolf resonating with his.

  “Enough foreplay. Claim me, Asher,” she insisted.

  “Hell yeah,” he muttered as he pulled off his shirt and undid his pants.

  He’d never been so turned on in his life, and every second seeing her naked like this was better than a thousand years of any other memory. Her mouth dropped as he slipped his boxers down, and while she stared agape at his size, he used his finger to test her entrance. She was so soft, so wet for him. So ready.

  He brought his finger up and licked it, savoring the taste before going back and going inside her with one finger, then two, stretching gently and making sure he would be able to fit.

  When he was satisfied, he came over her and she wrapped her legs around him, locking tightly.

  No turning back now.

  He would never want to.

  Asher waited at her entrance, teasing her with his tip. He was so turned on; he would love to just drive into her. But there would be time for that later. Right now he wanted to be careful, wanted to make sure this felt as good for her as he was sure it was going to feel for him.

  With a very slow, smooth motion, he came inside her halfway, and waited, letting her adjust to his sheer size. Even without the friction though, being inside of her felt so incredible, so indescribably intense and invigorating.

  Laurel’s eyes went wide, then she breathed out slowly as Asher could see shock turn to ecstasy in her eyes as he paused for her. Before he could move, she pushed her hips down and brought him the rest of the way in, meeting at the hilt, all the way inside, and she moaned loudly. Asher’s body shivered involuntarily. It was such ecstasy, so unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

  This was going to feel better than anything else in the world.

  * * *

  At first, Laurel was worried Asher wouldn’t be able to fit inside her once she saw how large he was. But now that he was there inside her, the two of them enmeshed, she couldn’t wait to feel more. Aside from the incredible filling sensation that came from having his thick, hard member inside, there was something more elating that came with it. Some uniting, supernal force that transcended the mere physicality of the act.

  Asher had been gentle, making sure she had time to adjust and giving her plenty of orgasms to lead up. And each one was better than the last, each one rocking her to her core and shattering her expectations.

  But even she had her physical limitations. And this was probably going to take her right up to the po
int where she could handle no more.

  Asher slowly moved inside her, testing to make sure it didn’t shock her. It didn’t, and the warm friction only felt better by the second. She could feel each ridge, pressing every single spot inside, sending sparks going off throughout her body.

  “Faster,” she said before he thrust in again, pulling a moan from her lips.

  Damn, it felt good. And she’d just been licked, loved, and laved with so many kinds of pleasure she couldn’t even count.

  As Asher moved more quickly, his breathing got more intense as well, and she loved the sight of his perfect pecs and abs above her. Each muscle was so thick, so strong, all for her. Asher had protected her in so many ways, and she could relax knowing he would always be there for her.

  She ran her hands along his chest, feeling each defined muscle as he pushed inside, joining them together at the hips. His strength resonated through her, filling her with such incredible ecstasy she never wanted it to stop as he moved at a steady pace that was tantalizingly perfect. His scent was everywhere, powerful and spicy and uniquely his. There was so much to take in about him, and she loved it.

  Laurel couldn’t believe it was Asher doing all of this. Her Asher. The fiery, independent, often short-tempered man that had rescued her all those years ago. He’d grown so much in the time that passed, but he was still the same man to her. Still the same sexy, protective, incredible man that would be hers forever.

  Her thought was completely interrupted as Asher reached his hand down to her clit and stimulated her like he had earlier. Only this time, the combination of having him moving inside and his finger rubbing along the tiny, sensitive nub was so overwhelming that she instantly came. She reached out and grasped him by the shoulders, digging her nails in as her entire body burned and washed over with pleasure. Her vision blurred from the sensation, though she could vaguely make out Asher watching her hungrily, smiling with satisfaction at her coming.

  Wave after wave of sensation coursed over her, and every time she thought it would end, his thickness inside her stimulated her further, lengthening the orgasm. But slowly it abated, and she came back down to earth and was greeted again by Asher’s chiseled, masculine face.