The Witch's Protector [The Protectors 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Doris O'Connor

  The possessive animal in him roared at the thought that Salasino had seen her like that. When Henry had arrived, the lust pouring off the other shifter had hit him square in the gut. It had clouded his vision, and he had been ready to tear the head off the bastard right there and then. He’d have done it, too, had this infuriating woman just done as she was told. Not his little red, however. No, instead of seeking cover, she had interfered, and not only exposed the extent of her powers, but had also made herself a target.

  His brothers had found the charred remains of the neighboring lakes’ resident witch. The old lady had been a kind soul, never harming anyone. Her protection spells hadn’t helped her against Salasino. That fucker’s scent had been all over her remains, and it explained the power he now had. Henry had smelled the dark magic in the air. It seemed with her dying breath the old witch had cursed the shifter. In his case the magic he had so forcefully taken from her had turned evil. It would kill him in the end, but lord only knew how many innocent lives he would take with him. Having killed one witch he wouldn’t hesitate to murder another, and if he got hold of Joanne’s immense powers….that didn’t bear thinking about.

  He shook his head against those disturbing thoughts, and shook Joanne again. Her red hair whipped him in the face as she struggled against his hold and punched his chest.

  “Let me go, you oaf. You’re hurting me.”

  Had she meant those words, Henry would have put her down, but his wolf latched onto the tremor in her voice and her rising excitement. This close to him she was an open book to him, and by God, he would show her what it meant to disobey him.

  “What the fuck were you thinking, woman? You could have been killed, pulling that little stunt.” He growled the words, and she glared up at him. With her eyebrows drawn together, and her little button nose all screwed up in her anger, she looked adorable, and he barely resisted the urge to kiss her senseless.

  “And you weren’t going to get yourself killed, were you? That thing is evil, and I couldn’t just stand by, while you and your men get hurt. Not when I can do something. What’s the point of me otherwise?”

  Grim amusement rushed through Henry at her words. How right she was calling Salasino a thing. A murmur of echoing sentiments went through his assembled pack and he shifted her higher up his chest, when she struggled to get down.

  “Let. Me. Down.” She spoke through clenched teeth, seemingly every bit as annoyed as she had been when she started to hover, and Henry barely resisted the urge to look down and make sure they weren’t both floating by now. It had been the damnedest thing to witness. Awe inspiring and terrifying all rolled into one, but that had all paled into comparison at the fear that had coursed through his veins, when she had lost her concentration and had tumbled to the ground.

  “No fucking way.” He growled and nodding at a smirking Olaf, and he turned around to head back to her cottage. “It seems, you can’t be trusted to stay out of trouble, so I’m going to make sure you learn your lesson. Twenty swats to that luscious ass should teach you the error of your ways, and if not there’ll be another twenty.” The dominant in him rose to the forefront at her sharp intake of breath, and his wolf grinned from ear to ear, as her scent increased. Oh, yes, she might protest, but his little red was growing wet for him at the thought of a spanking, and his cock jerked inside his jeans. He wouldn’t claim her, not yet, but she would get a taste of what it meant to be his mate, and the consequences of not obeying him.

  “You wouldn’t dare,” she said, her voice far too breathy for denial to be convincing. “I’m not a child to be taken over your knee.”

  Henry shifted her so that she hung over his shoulder, and he swatted her ass twice, as forcefully as the position allowed him to be. Joanne cursed and screeched, but when he followed it up with two more spanks to each ass cheek, she stopped struggling.

  “Trust me, little red. I’m well aware you’re not a child. If you were, my cock wouldn’t be so hard I can hardly wait to sink balls deep into your wet pussy. And you wouldn’t be getting wetter for me by the second. No, sweetheart, you’re just a damn annoying little witch, who has just exposed her powers to my enemies, and they will not rest until they’ve got you. So, excuse me if I’m just a little fucking annoyed with you.”

  He swatted her again, as he kicked the front door shut and then looked around the cottage. He hadn’t done so the last time he was here, too focused on the woman in his arms, who started grumbling again. Following his nose, he walked down the hallway and kicked open the first door he could find, which led to a cozy looking living room. The large armchair in front of the fire caught his attention, and he smirked. Perfect for what he had in mind. With two long strides he reached the piece of furniture and sat down heavily while twisting Joanne around until she lay draped over his lap.

  Her half-hearted struggle excited his wolf further, and flipping up the hem of her dress, he used his claws to rid her of her underwear. A shiver went through her when the cold air hit her dewy flesh, and boy, was she wet for him.

  “Let me go. You can’t do this.” Her voice came out muffled with her face pressed into his leg and when she put her hands on the floor and tried to push up, Henry put his elbow between her shoulder blades and pushed her back down.

  “Stay, woman, or so help me, I’ll use a belt on those pale cheeks instead of my hand.”

  He delivered an openhanded swat to her left butt cheek and the flesh wobbled under the impact. Joanne tensed and swore, but before she could say or do anything else, he delivered two more in quick succession. Heat bloomed under his fingertips and the last one left his handprint behind on her flesh. Her musk increased and Henry slid his fingers through her wet cleft, and circled her clit. Already the little bud was firming under the pad of his thumb, and Joanne moaned, as she grew wetter still.

  “That’s my girl. You will take this for me, and if you do, I’ll make this pleasurable for you. Otherwise it’ll just hurt.”

  Chapter Nine

  Oh. My. God. He couldn’t mean that, could he? Yet, the pressure on her back keeping her in place and the lazy circles he drew around her clit told her otherwise. Pleasure surged through Joanne, and she whimpered her denial when he withdrew his fingers, after sliding them through her folds. The wet sound her pussy made as he took his thick digits away should have embarrassed her, but his deep rumble of approval left no room for that.

  “Beautiful, little red. You’re so fucking wet for me.”

  He pressure on her back ceased, and Henry tugged her up by her hair, and twisted her head round to ensure she could see him. Heat rose in her cheeks, when he showed her his fingers, glistening with her arousal, and licked them clean. His wolf showed in his eyes, and a deep rumble came from his massive chest. A sound not unlike a tomcat might make when he is happy, and the vibrations of that sound settled straight in her clit. She wriggled, and tried to squeeze her thighs together to relieve that ache in her pussy, and his expression darkened.

  “Oh, no you don’t, you naughty little witch. Your orgasms belong to me, and you will not try and get yourself off.”

  In a blur of movement the hand he’d been licking clean swung to her ass, and Joanne screamed at the sharp pain that radiated up from her abused butt. Henry smirked, and maintaining eye contact with her kept on paddling her behind in a series of hard swats that seemed to go on forever. Joanne squirmed and screamed, and she was pretty sure she even pleaded with him to stop, but he didn’t pay her any heed. On and on the swats came until her whole body seemed on fire, and the pain morphed into something else entirely.

  Just as quickly as he’d started, he stopped, and the stillness of the room seemed too loud. Joanne struggled to draw breath into her lungs, and she almost jumped off his lap, when his hot palms massaged her tender flesh, while murmuring endearments under his breath. His deep voice pulled her further into that strange floaty feeling, where sounds seemed muffled, yet every sensation appeared heightened.

  When he ran what felt like one fing
er through her slit, Joanne jumped, and Henry chuckled.

  “Oh, yes, time to make you truly fly, little red. I want you to come hard, and for as many times as I demand.”

  He continued his slow strokes through her labial lips, dipping into her pussy hole, just enough for her internal muscles to clench around the invasion, and the familiar tingles started. Slowly, at first, and then in ever tighter circles of need, her body strained toward something spectacular. Over the roaring in her ears, Joanne concentrated on Henry’s voice, as he called her his good girl, and took her up the rungs of arousal time and time again. Each time he pulled away before she could tumble into her release with a stern, “Hold it girl, no coming until I tell you to.”

  Each time he withdrew he swatted her ass lightly, and heat flared out from her butt to every part of her body, until her whole being was consumed by the scent and heat of the man surrounding her. A sharp sting trawled up and down her spine, the tiny pinpricks of pain pitching her higher into that maelstrom of hitherto unknown sensation, and then he was back between her legs. Slow strokes through her slit, around her clenching clit, and back to her pussy hole. Joanne gushed more of her juices with every stroke, and his solid erection firmed under her belly. Like a heated iron it branded her skin through the thin layer of her dress, and she wished with all her might that he would just end this torture and shove his thick cock into her. It would hurt, of that she was sure, but she was fast becoming to associate pain delivered by Henry with all-consuming pleasure.

  As though he had read her thoughts, he pushed two digits into her channel, and pumped them in and out slowly in shallow strokes that pitched her right back up to the brink of exploding.

  “Please, please, I need to…. Oh god, oh god….I can’t.”

  “Fly for me, little red.” The words delivered with a voice thick with lust, sent her tumbling over and every muscle in Joanne’s body tensed. Even her toes curled under, as her vision dimmed with the sheer force of her orgasm.

  “That’s my girl, so fucking beautiful. You’re soaking my jeans with your cum, girl, and your fingers are gripping me so tight. Tell me you want my cock, tell me you’re mine.”

  Joanne nodded, unable to get her voice to work as her body shook and shuddered. As the last aftershocks abated, she became aware of new sensation, as Henry slid his fingers out of her pussy and up to her anus instead. He circled the rim with one finger, and her breathing sped up as he gently pressed one finger against the opening, while resuming his manipulation of her clit.

  “Good, girl, let me in. When I claim you, I’ll do it while buried balls deep in your ass. Will you let me do that, little red?”

  “Ye-es, yes, god anything. Please, I’m so close again.” Joanne gasped the words out as he slid one slick finger past her ring of muscle. It burned and then that pain, too, dissipated as he began to thrust in and out her dark hole. When he pinched her clit, Joanne came a second and a third time, as the waves of arousal all merged into one. The world tilted, and by the time she finally had her breathing under control she was sat back on his lap, cocooned by his body strength. Henry had somehow rid himself of his shirt, and she nuzzled into his hair-roughened chest, dimly aware of his using the pitcher of water left on the side table next to her chair to wash his hands.

  Waves of embarrassment pulled her under, as it dawned on her why he did that, and his pectorals flexed under her cheek, as he used his shirt to dry his hands, before he pulled her even closer.

  How long they sat there with the fire slowly burning down, Joanne couldn’t say. She might even have fallen asleep, for all she knew, perfectly happy, and sated in the arms of the man she loved.

  That thought made her sit up straight, and Henry released her with a sigh.

  * * * *

  Henry’s wolf sensed the shift in her mood seconds before Joanne pushed against his chest, and struggled into a more upright position. He let her go reluctantly, and suppressed a wince, when her move meant his cock was temporarily squashed. Lifting her hips, he adjusted her to give his dick some room. Not that it helped much. His balls ached with the need to come, and seeing Joanne in all her flustered post orgasmic state did nothing to help with that.

  She glanced down on where his unruly appendage was trying to break free from behind his zipper, and frowned.

  Reaching out, she traced the outline through the denim covering it, and Henry groaned.

  “Little red, there is only so much restraint I can show. Stop doing that, if you don’t want me to bend you over this armchair and fuck your brains out.”

  Her breathing hitched, and she threw him a glance from under her long lashes, and licked her lips.

  Henry wrapped his hands in her hair, and tilting her head back exposed her throat. His canines lengthened as his wolf took over and he allowed the lethal teeth to graze along her delicate skin. Not enough to break through, just enough to leave a thin red trail behind. The action calmed his wolf, and Henry drank in her renewed moans. Her hands now trailed over his biceps, down his pectorals and traced the ridges of his abdomen, before they tried to unsnap the button on his jeans.

  His wolf panted his agreement, but Henry let go of her and stopped her.

  “No.” That one word came out much harder than he had meant to be, and Joanne firmed her lips, and slid to her knees in front of him.

  Fuck. How was he supposed to keep his composure with her kneeling like that, looking good enough to maul. Her pale skin still held the sheen of her earlier arousal, and his dick lengthened and hardened further, until the flared tip of it pushed through his waistband and he had to undo his jeans or cut off his blood supply completely.

  Joanne’s eyes widened, when his cock sprang forth. Slick with his pre-cum already it ached for her touch, and seeing her lick her lips again, meant he was in serious danger of shooting his load right here and now.

  His wolf growled low and his claws ran out and pierced the fabric of her arm chair, as he grasped hold of the sides to stop himself from burying them in the red mass of her hair, and force her head down on his cock. He had to remember that she was new to this. They hadn’t had that discussion yet, and he’d already pushed her far too hard. The fact that she had been with him every step, even now grew wetter, as she took in his erection didn’t mean he could forget all they had to discuss. His wolf whined, but he, too, sensed that same holding back in her, mixed in with a firm determination, that made breathing difficult, as she reached out and touched the tip of his dick.

  “Please let me…” She looked up at him, smiled and then whispered, “Sir.”

  Henry drew in a sharp breath at the soft title, and her brows drew together in a frown. She looked so adorably worried, as she chewed her bottom lip with her teeth that Henry released the death grip he had on the arm rests, and sheathing his claws cupped her face with his hands. He smiled at her, and ran his thumb over her lips, freeing them from the torture her teeth were inflicting on them.

  A shudder went through her frame and she leant closer into his legs, until he could feel the hard points of her nipples poke him even through the denim covering his legs.

  “Why did you call me that, little red?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion, and she blinked. Henry lost himself in the beauty of her eyes. The pupils were so dilated that only a small ring of moss green remained around the outer edges, and giving into the need to taste her, he bent his head further and claimed her lips.

  The sweet scent of spice and cinnamon that was so unique to his little red exploded on his taste buds as he ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth, and Joanne opened to him on a groan. Rising up from her knees slightly she closed the distance between them further, until she had almost crawled on his lap, and his cock slid through her labial lips.

  They both groaned and Henry deepened the kiss, while his cock did his best to seek entrance into her tight channel. Shit, he had to stop this. This was not how he wanted to take her maidenhead, but Joanne’s hips took on a mind of its own, as she kissed him back with reckl
ess abandonment, while rocking herself along his dick.

  It was exquisite agony having her soft flesh slide across the sensitive head of his cock, and Henry broke the kiss and using his claws ripped her dress clean off her.

  “Yes, god yes, take me, please, Sir.” Joanne gasped the words as her breasts fell free and Henry drank his fill of the little handful that would fit perfectly in his palm.

  “So fucking beautiful, little red. Hold still, so that I can appreciate you fully.”

  She pulled a face and dragged herself against his dick one last time before she held herself just poised above him. Little beads of perspiration dotted her brow, and she hissed out a breath when Henry ran his hands over her tits, and cupped them. Just as he had predicted they fitted perfectly into his hands, and he ran his thumbs over her tight little nipples. They firmed and grew harder for him, and with a wicked grin in her direction he bent his head and suckled one red-tipped bud into his mouth, while he rolled the other one between his fingertips. Joanne gasped and a renewed gush of her essence coated his dick, and the tip of his cock slid into her hole.

  Henry sucked harder around his precious mouthful and Joanne’s knees gave way. The move meant she impaled herself on his dick, and Henry froze as she cried out in pain, and the coppery scent of her blood hit his nostrils. The tight muscles of her cunt wrapped around his dick in a viselike grip, and Henry swore.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry. Let me pull out.” He grabbed her hips, but Joanne tightened around him, refusing to let him go. Pleasure erupted along his cock, and spread through his body as his wolf howled his pleasure at being buried balls deep in his woman.

  “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore, please, just let me… oh god that feels so good. I’m so full, and…”

  Joanne’s voice trailed off, as her body took over, and she instinctively rode him. Her movements meant sheer torture for him, and he grasped the armchair again, to stop himself from taking control. Instead he drank in the sight of his little witch, as she used him to bring herself pleasure. Head thrown back with her hair tumbling down her back and long strands of it falling across her breasts, mouth slightly open, her skin flushed, and murmuring incoherent sounds, she was breathtakingly beautiful. The sight of his thick cock disappearing into her cunt, slick with her arousal and traces of her blood was so erotic that Henry’s balls drew up tight, ready to eject his seed into her. His wolf whined at the thought of marking their woman such, and Henry closed his eyes and counted backward. Anything to stave off his impending orgasm. He wanted her to come first, to be crying out in ecstasy, before he came, because his cock would lengthen, and thicken. His knot would hurt her otherwise.