Bodyguard's Bite

by Silvia Violet

  Need. Take.

  Storm’s knees buckled when I took his cock all the way down my throat. I gripped his hips, steadying him. I’d only meant to tease him. I thought a small taste of him would be enough for now, but he was too delicious. I couldn’t stop. He trembled as I worked him. I knew he was fighting the urge to move, to grip my head again and hold me in place while he came down my throat, but he stayed still, offering himself to me, letting me take what I wanted. I was determined to draw this night out as long as I could because I didn’t know when I would experience anything as pure and bright as Storm’s need again.

  Keep him, my wolf demanded, but I pushed that crazy thought aside. Even if I moved here, I didn’t belong in this beautiful man’s world. This was a one-night deal.

  I slid a hand between Storm’s legs, and he automatically widened them for me. I teased his balls, testing the heft of them, feeling how high and tight they were. He was close. I wanted to bring him right to the edge. I wanted him to have to fight to hold himself back. He needed that struggle.

  I reached farther back and skimmed my fingers over his hole, making him cry out.

  “Please. I’m going to come. I can’t —”

  I pulled off, leaving him shaking and gasping. He stumbled, catching himself on my shoulders. I gripped his waist, holding him up. “I’ve got you.”

  “I know.”

  His words seemed to reach inside me and squeeze my heart. He trusted me when he had no reason to other than instinct. I wanted more than anything to take care of him, to give him what he needed

  Protect. Mine, my wolf insisted, but Storm was only mine for the night.

  “Position yourself on the bed, ass in the air, head against the mattress.”

  “Um… I…”

  He was still leaning on me for support, and I guessed he was questioning whether he could walk to the bed. “I thought you were strong enough to take whatever I gave you.”

  He glared at me. “I am.”

  “Then walk to the bed, and do as you were told.”

  He pushed off my shoulders and glared at me again, then he turned and obeyed. He didn’t even sway as he moved. I loved how damn determined he was.

  3

  Storm

  I forced myself to stand up straight and walk toward the bed, even though my vision was fuzzy around the edges and my cock ached like Jax had been tormenting me for hours, not minutes. Jax wasn’t babying me. He believed I was strong, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I knew my brothers didn’t really think I was helpless, but my father had, and I barely remembered my mother. No one had ever had the kind of confidence in me that Jax had. It was like he knew exactly what I needed.

  The room seemed much bigger than it had earlier. I had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other until I reached the bed. I leaned against the edge of the mattress for a few seconds before I trusted my shaky legs to hold me as I yanked the comforter off. I didn’t want to have to explain to the hotel staff why it needed to be replaced. When I’d exposed the silky sheets, I climbed up, barely managing to do so without toppling over like an idiot.

  I worked to slow my breathing as I positioned myself near the end of the bed, arching my back and sticking my ass up. I wanted Jax to be tempted. I wanted him to consider driving right into me in one rough push, because he was right—I could take anything. I turned my head to the side and pressed my cheek against the cool sheets. Then I reached back, gripped my ass cheeks, and pulled them apart, exposing myself for him. I was rewarded with a sharp intake of his breath.

  “I like how eager you are to have your hole stuffed, but it’s going to be a while, so unless you want your hands slapped, you need to put them up by your head. In fact, you probably want to get a pillow and wrap them around it. You’ll need something to muffle your screams.”

  Holy fuck, that might be the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from telling Jax all the ways I wanted him to make me scream. I wanted to surrender, but it was so hard to let go. Despite being held back from some of the more dangerous aspects of my family’s businesses, I was used to spending my day managing people, sorting out issues between employees, smoothing ruffled feathers of club patrons, and checking in on our other businesses. Making sure everything ran smoothly was my job, but not tonight. Tonight that was Jax’s responsibility, and it was my responsibility to obey. I grabbed a pillow, stuffed it under my head, and let myself sink into the mattress as I exhaled.

  “That’s right. Relax and enjoy.” Jax stepped up behind me and squeezed my ass, pulling it apart the way I had. “I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for.” My mind spun, cycling back through our conversation at the club.

  I’d asked him to spank me so hard I had to beg him to stop. I had a moment to wonder if I’d made a mistake before his hand cracked down on my ass.

  He didn’t give me time to process the blistering sting before he spanked me again. He was not holding back. He’d taken me at my word that I wasn’t fragile, and I fucking loved it. I arched my back more deeply, asking for more. And he gave it.

  His hand came down again and again, every single blow harsh and punishing. He didn’t tease me. He didn’t wait for me to catch my breath. He just sent hot, stinging pain across my ass until it was burning so badly each smack became a momentary relief from the flames shooting across my skin.

  I squirmed and whimpered, squeezing the pillow as my wolf growled inside. He wanted to fight, and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold him back. Claws shot from my fingers, and I dug them into the pillow. Shit. This wasn’t good. I had to control myself better.

  “Am I making you lose control?” I was relieved that Jax’s voice was teasing, not angry. “Aren’t you strong enough to hold your wolf inside?”

  “Fuck you,” I snarled.

  He smacked me even harder, and I cried out, my wolf still fighting to take over. He wanted to shove Jax off me and take what I wanted from him, force him to bury his cock in me. My own cock was so hard I wondered if I could come just from the blows against my ass. I didn’t want Jax to stop, and I was afraid he would if I couldn’t find better control, so I used all the concentration I could muster to make my wolf back off. My hands became human again, and I was no longer biting into the pillow with fangs.

  “That’s good. I’m proud of your restraint.”

  Jax was proud of me. He believed in me, and that made me want him even more. My cock was leaking so much precum there had to be a damp circle under me on the sheets. I glanced over my shoulder and caught his gaze. “I can take anything. Do your worst.”

  He snarled, and I felt the prick of his claws against my flaming hot skin. I was sure I bore the imprint of his hands on my ass, but he didn’t hold back. He raked his claws over me. I didn’t think he’d actually broken the skin, but my ass was so sore already it felt like he was ripping me apart. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back tears, but I couldn’t stop my whimpers.

  Jax laid a hand at the base of my spine. His touch was warm and gentle, and it soothed me despite what he’d just done.

  “More?” His voice was as gentle as his touch. I wanted to reassure him I was truly okay, that he was doing everything exactly right. No one had ever made me feel like this before, pain and pleasure perfectly spiraling together, taking me out of myself, but I didn’t know how to say all of that, so I just said, “Yes, please.”

  “Such a good boy.” He slid his hand slowly down my spine. I arched up, seeking his touch, but he pulled away and spanked me again.

  “Fuck, that hurts!” I cried.

  “It’s meant to, but you can take it.”

  I could. I could do whatever he wanted me to. He kept the blows coming, and I reached a point where I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. I let them flow down my cheeks as he brought his hand down more slowly now with long pauses between each strike. It was hard to relax as I waited for the explosion of pain. The sound of his hand smacking my flesh echoed in the room.
“Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “I don’t know. It’s so good. Too good. Too much.”

  “Five more.”

  I could do that. “Yes.”

  “Count them,” he commanded.

  That I wasn’t sure about. My brain was foggy from both the pain and pleasure. I felt far away and also right in the moment, as if nothing existed but his hand and my sore ass. He smacked me again. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out

  “Storm?”

  “O–one.”

  Another blow came down right on top of the last one, making me sob. It hurt so bad. I needed relief. I needed to come.

  Jax pinched my ass, and I cried out. “Count for me. You can do this.”

  “Two.”

  He slapped my other cheek twice, one smack right after the other.

  “Three. Four.”

  “That’s good, Storm. I’m so proud of you.”

  I held my breath, knowing there was one more. Jax dug his hand into my sore cheek, pulling at the flesh. “Please,” I begged. “I can’t.”

  “You can,” he insisted before giving me the final blow.

  “F-five.”

  I’d done it. I’d taken it all. Was he going to fuck me now? I knew he wouldn’t be gentle. He wasn’t going to treat me like I might break, which meant it would hurt like hell. My ass was on fire, but that only made it better. I wanted it to hurt when he filled me up. I needed him to own me, inside and out. I needed his knot, his cum. “Need you.”

  “I know you do, baby. You need me right here.” He teased the edge of my hole, making me suck in my breath. “You don’t even care how much it’s going to hurt. You’re such a slut for me.”

  “Yes! I’m your slut, and I’ll do anything for you.”

  “You’ll take my cock all the way inside without any prep?”

  I groaned. “Yes, please. I’d love that.”

  “You’re so fucking eager, so needy.”

  “For you.”

  He brushed my sweaty hair off my forehead, leaned over me, and skimmed his lips along my hairline. “You’re so gorgeous like this, surrendering to me, taking a harsh spanking. Do you remember your safeword?”

  “Red. That’s it, I mean. I’m not saying it. I–I want what you said. Your cock. No prep.”

  He smiled down at me. “I know you do, and you’ve done so well. You deserve it.”

  “I can be so good for you.” As I said the words, I realized I didn’t just mean that I could hold myself still and take the harshest spanking I’d ever had. I didn’t mean that I could let him fuck me as hard as he wanted to. Those things were true, but I meant so much more. I could be good for him, and he could be good for me. It was like we were made for each other, almost like we were… mates. When my wolf said the word, a shiver ran through me.

  But it couldn’t be. I wasn’t going to trust myself—not even the instincts of my wolf—when I was floating so high in subspace. Jax seemed perfect in that moment, and that’s why my mind was trying to convince me we were fated for each other. I couldn’t let myself hope that was true.

  “Are you comfortable in this position?” Jax asked.

  “I can stay in any position you want me in.”

  He pressed his lips along the outer edge of my ear. “I believe you, but that’s not what I asked. I want you to be comfortable enough to enjoy what comes next.”

  How could he be so tender and so harsh at the same time? “Yes. I want to stay like this, ass in the air, hot and aching. I want you to take me, to own me.”

  He growled, and I rose up on one elbow so I could turn and see him better. His eyes had shifted to lupine, and I could feel the animal inside him. I wasn’t scared though. I liked knowing he was close to losing control.

  Our lips were close, just inches apart. I didn’t usually kiss the men I played with at Tooth and Claw. It felt too intimate, which seemed strange considering what else I was letting them do to me, but kissing was different. The pain, the bondage, the rough fucking was all about needs, but there was something so personal about the touch of lips. I wanted that closeness with Jax.

  I looked into his eyes again and brushed my thumb over his lips. “Please.”

  He kissed me then. I wasn’t sure if he’d understood what I was pleading for or if he simply needed it too. He was careful at first, almost tentative. It was so unlike the way he touched me before. Then something seemed to break open, and he was kissing me savagely, teeth raking over my lips, tongue thrusting into my mouth. His beard abraded me, and I cupped his cheek, wanting to feel it against my hand. I felt consumed by him in a way wholly different from how I’d felt as he’d spanked me.

  When he finally pulled back, we were both desperate for air. We watched each other, and I felt a cautiousness between us that had not been there before. Was he feeling the need for more the way I was?

  Mine, my wolf insisted. I wanted that to be true, but was there even a point to me trying to have a relationship, considering who I was, who my brothers were?

  Before I had a chance to worry more about that, Jax brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheek and said, “I’m going to fuck you now, hard and rough like you asked. You’re not weak or fragile, and I know you can take it. I know you want to be stuffed full of my cock. You want to writhe and beg. You want to hurt.”

  My mouth was devoid of moisture, and my pulse pounded in my ears. “I… I can. I do. I… Yes.”

  His eyes stayed wolfish as he rose off me, standing once again. The bed put me at the perfect height for him to drive into me. He gripped my sore ass cheeks, and I whimpered. “Your skin is so hot it’s almost burning me. It must hurt like hell.”

  “It does. It’s glorious.”

  He gave a low chuckle and began to strip. I watched over my shoulder, transfixed as he lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his broad, hairy chest and his beautifully defined abs. He must have had a serious workout routine in the army, and it showed. He unfastened his jeans and pushed them down, and I gasped. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, and his cock sprang free. It was huge, long and thick, and I stared at it hungrily.

  He wrapped his hand around it. “Is this what you want?”

  “Goddess, yes.”

  He grinned as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. “Don’t move. I need to get the lube. It’s in your bag right?

  “Yes.” Had he seen me put it in there? Or had I told him and just didn’t remember? Why did I care? He was back in a second. As I heard the wet sound of him slicking his cock, I imagined how it was going to feel stretching me, making me burn both inside and out until I forgot everything but pain and pleasure. I wanted to be taken, to be used, to be trusted to be strong enough. His cock was right there, the tip pressing against my hole. I held myself rigid as I waited. Then Jax slapped my ass, making me yelp as pain burst across my skin. He didn’t pull back, he left his hand pressed against my tender flesh. That seemed to make the blow reverberate through me. “If you tense up like that, it’s going to hurt more. Breathe and open for me.”

  “I don’t know if—”

  Another blow on my other cheek. “Fuck.”

  “I don’t want to hear you say ‘can’t’ about anything. Now breathe.”

  I inhaled deeply, feeling my body expand with the air. I couldn’t disobey him when he spoke with that tone, which held demand, concern, and pride. I let the air out, and when I was about halfway through my exhale, Jax thrust into me, forcing the last of my air out in a whoosh.

  I struggled to breathe again. He was stretching me so wide. Dear God, he was fucking huge. How could I take all of him? It wasn’t like he was giving me a choice though. He wasn’t rough, but he kept pushing in, making my ass burn deep inside. I was too full. It was too much. I tried to pull away, but he held my hips so tightly I could barely move. When he bottomed out and his hips pressed against my sore ass, I bit my lip to hold in a sob.

  “Let it out,” Jax ordered. “It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to whine. It’s even okay to beg as long as you take what I want to give you.”

  “I will,” I gasped.

  He kissed the back of my neck. “I know you will, baby.”

  He began to pull out slowly, and the feel of his cock dragging over that sweet spot inside me made me whimper and push back against him, wanting more. It hurt like hell, but I needed it. “Use me. Please. As hard as you need to.”

  “I will, baby. I’m going to give you everything you asked for.”

  He drove back into me, and I cried out, my body jerking from the shock of being filled so fast.

  “Oh fuck. I don’t know if I can do this.” I was sure he was going to split me in two.

  “Yes, you do. You know what you’re capable of.” He didn’t go slow this time. He thrust into me over and over with harsh, deep strokes, using his grip on my hips to tilt them at just the right angle to press against my prostate. I writhed and squirmed, working my hips and trying to push back against him.

  “Need you. Need more. Please!”

  “That’s right. You need me to fuck you, to own you.”

  “Yes! I can take it. I really can.”

  He growled. “Damn right you can. Open that eager little ass and let me give it all to you. I’m going to give you my knot and fill you with my seed.”

  Oh Goddess, how big was his knot going to be? My ass felt stretched to the limit. I was already at the point where I wasn’t sure I knew the difference between pain and pleasure. It was all just sensation, but how much more could I handle?

  4

  Jax

  Storm’s eager words and his desperation were driving me insane. My wolf snarled. He wanted out, so badly it felt like he was clawing at my insides. I fought it, but his words were so seductive. Bite. Claim. He insisted it would feel so much better if I just let him free. If I made Storm mine.