Her Panther Protector [The Protectors 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Doris O'Connor

  He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath and the way her eyes filled with renewed tears. He could sense they were happy tears, however, and his anxious panther relaxed slightly. He was taking too long for his beast’s liking, and in truth Sasha, too, couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to be his, claimed, mated, and fucked to within an inch of her life, and once he’d done that, he wanted to do it all over again, for the rest of their lives.

  “Really?” she asked, and, framing her face in his hands, he kissed her. A moan escaped his girl as he took the kiss deeper, putting all of his emotions into it, until they had to break apart to pull much-needed oxygen into their lungs.

  “Really, kitten. I. Love. You.” He accentuated each word with kisses down her neck, and when she arched up, he adjusted them so that she slid off his lap and onto his bed. A hiss escaped her when her sore ass made contact with the covers, and, grinning, he extricated himself from her until he stood next to the bed.

  “Really, kitten, now, be a good girl for me and scoot up the bed until you can touch the headboard.”

  She complied with a needy moan and her eyes widened when he yanked his joggers off. His erection sprang free and he slid his fist up and down his shaft a few times, watching her reaction as he used his thumb to collect the pre-cum already collecting on the tip of his dick, and then straddled her body.

  “Taste what you do to me, baby.”

  He held his fingers up to her, and groaned when Macey wrapped her talented little tongue around them and licked him clean.

  “Hmm, a man could get addicted to that mouth of yours, but this time I want to claim your pussy and come in your ass while I make you mine. How would my little naughty subbie like that?”

  The most delightful blush spread over his girl’s features, and he could feel the restless way her legs rubbed together, and he grinned.

  “Oh yes, I think that has appeal, does it not, but first things first. I want you restrained and at my mercy for this.”

  He lifted off her slightly and, reaching up, pulled out the rope he’d secured to the headboard earlier and then scooted down her delectable body until he sat on her legs. Her thigh muscles clenched under his, and he lightly flicked the end of the rope over her breasts.

  Another moan escaped his girl, and he grinned when her little pink nipples firmed further before his eyes. Pinning her arms above her head, he kissed her again and then trailed kisses down her fragrant skin until he reached her small, but perfect rack. Allowing his canines to drop, he ran his lethal teeth along her areolae, and Macey’s heartbeat went wild when he let them dig in just enough to leave a thin red trail behind.

  “Oh, god.” Her gasp made him grin, and he suckled the stiff nub in front of him until she writhed under him.

  “No, I can’t claim to be deity, just your Dom.” Macey screamed when he bit down on that nipple and then gave the other one the same attention. By the time he released this one with a bite, Macey was panting so hard she was in danger of hyperventilating, and her thighs clenched and unclenched underneath his.

  He lifted off her and, releasing her wrists, ran his hands slowly down her body until he could spread her thighs wide.

  The wetness coating her pussy called his inner animal and she jumped when he licked across her clit. The little bundle of nerves was visibly engorged, and quivered under his ministrations and Macey gushed beautifully for him when he tunneled his tongue into her pussy hole. He eagerly drank up her arousal and growled when Macey’s hands pulled at his hair, as if determined to keep him there, while she tried to press her sweet cunt closer to his face.

  A frustrated groan escaped her when he pulled away and, taking her wrists, shook his head at her. “Now, you know better than that. Did I give you permission to touch me?”

  “No, Sir. Sorry, Sir. It’s just, I want…”

  Sasha raised his eyebrows at that, and Macey flinched.

  “You want? That’s not the way this works, girl. I should leave you hanging just for that comment.” When Macey frantically shook her head, he laughed and, taking up the rope again that still dangled from the headboard, ran it through his fingers. Her breath hitched anew and her gaze fixated on that action. “Instead, I’m just going to have to tie you up so tight that you can’t move.”

  “Oh, god.” Her breathless reply made him snigger, and he twirled his finger to indicate for her to turn round.

  “Up you get on your knees, and face the headboard. Hands by your side, and make it quick, girl.”

  The haste with which she complied made him grin, and seeing the red stripes left behind on her ass meant his possessive animal roared his delight. Putting one hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her torso down until her upper body was flat on the bed with her ass raised in the air in front of him. He traced the marks on her ass cheeks with his fingers and Macey moaned long and hard when he used his rough tongue to lick along them.

  “You look so fucking hot, marked like this,” he said, and trembles shook his girl when he used his thumbs to spread her beautifully presented pussy lips and lapped up her dew.

  “Please, Sir…Please. I’m so close.”

  Sasha chuckled into her pussy and, pulling away, swatted her ass lightly. It made her even wetter and the dominant in him lapped up her reaction.

  “So fucking responsive, baby, and I’ll take care of that soon. Trust me, this will be so much better when you’re gagging for it with my cock in your sweet cunt and a plug in here.” He pushed against her tight asshole, and Macey whimpered.

  “Have you ever taken a man back here, my sweet kitten?” he asked, and Macey went still.

  “Once. I didn’t like it much. It hurt too much.”

  Sasha swatted her butt again to take her mind of the obviously bad memories, and pushed his fingers into her pussy.

  Her internal muscles gripped around his digits, and Macey groaned and pleaded under her breath, and then swore when he withdrew seconds before she could tumble over. The way her pussy clenched and released, pushing more of her juices out to cover her thighs, was most satisfactory to see. Picking up the rope again, he started the process of wrapping her into a simple, if effective harness that would pin her arms to her sides and render her immobile.

  “It’s not meant to hurt, not if you’re prepared, baby, and I need to be in your ass to complete the mating bite. I’ll make this good for you, I promise.”

  An unintelligible grunt was his reply, and he smiled as every brush of the rope against her skin meant Macey further let go. By the time he had her trussed up to his satisfaction and finished off tying her thighs close to her torso so that she was forced to maintain her “knees up, torso down” position, her even breathing and the fine sheen covering her body told him that she had slipped into sub space.

  Sure enough, when he urged her to open her eyes, it was to see the far-away expression he loved to see in a sub’s eyes.

  “That’s my girl,” he said, and, wrapping the leftover rope round his hand for leverage, lined up his throbbing cock with her clenching hole and thrust deep.

  Macey exploded around his dick with muffled screams into his bed covers, and he thrust in an out a few more times to allow her to ride out her aftershocks. She lay there, trembling slightly, when he withdrew, and Sasha wasn’t entirely surprised to see his own hands shake when he reached across to the nightstand to grasp the lube and butt plug he’d placed there earlier.

  Using his fingers, he spread the lube around her tiny back passage and Macey moaned and tensed slightly.

  “Shh, it’s only my fingers. You can take this for me, relax.”

  * * * *

  The strange sensation in her ass didn’t let up, and, floating away in wherever she was, Macey let the tingles consume her. Sasha’s deep voice, calling her his good little kitten as he added more lube and what felt like another finger to her asshole, grounded her and urged her to comply. In truth, she could do little else. Her Sir had her trussed up so tightly she was at his mercy, and, still trembling
after that incredible orgasm he’d given her, she could barely catch her breath, let alone voice any objection. Not that she wanted to. The gentle, if insistent invasion of Sasha’s fingers was so far removed from her last experience of attempting anal that there was no comparison, and Macey shut her eyes and allowed herself to simply feel.

  “That’s my girl, relax. I’m going to remove my fingers now and insert that plug, and then I’m going to fuck you hard. I want you to scream and come as many times as you can, do you hear me?”

  Macey tried to nod, but couldn’t quite manage it until a sharp, openhanded swat to her sore ass focused her.

  “I can’t hear you, girl. Give me a color now, or this all stops.”

  From somewhere deep down, she managed to force the word past her lips. “Gr–reen.”

  How he heard that croaky sound was beyond her comprehension, but he clearly had because in the next instant, something blunt pushed against her nether hole.

  “That’s it, baby, relax, almost in.”

  The hated burning sensation was back and Macey would have squirmed away, had she been able to, but instead, she lay there. A humming sound made her strain toward that sound, and in the next instant, vibrations against her clit made every nerve ending located there jump in need. Macey groaned as the relentless vibrations catapulted her back up the rungs of arousal at dizzying speeds. The added pressure in her ass fuelled the force of her orgasm as she came, and she screamed as pain gave way to pleasure so intense she could barely breathe.

  “There you are, it’s in, baby, and you look so fucking hot.”

  Sasha’s voice sounded more animal than human, and then his cock breached her pussy and his groan reverberated through her.

  “Fuck, you’re tight like this, and your cunt is gripping me so hard. That’s it, just like that. Come for me again, baby. I’m going to make you mine. You’re…fuck.”

  The rest of Sasha’s words were lost in his panther’s growl as he started to fuck in and out of her in earnest. Every stroke in and out sent Macey flying higher. Her internal muscles gripped him hard with the force of her seemingly never-ending orgasm that consumed her whole being. Every sensation heightened, the feel of Sasha’s incredible warmth surrounding her as the bed shook with the force of their coupling. Beads of his sweat fell on her back, and his harsh breaths in her ear were the most erotic sound ever, interspersed as they were with his panther’s growls.

  “You’re mine, kitten.”

  Sasha pulled out, leaving her feel curiously empty despite the fullness in her ass, and then pain flared briefly as he yanked the plug out and then thrust into her ass while biting down on her shoulder. The action seemed to send his panther into a frenzy and Macey, too, squirmed and bucked as much as she could as white-hot pleasure shot from his bite to every part of her body until all sensation seemed centered in her clit and the incredible feeling of his getting bigger still in her butt.

  Fabric ripped as Sasha’s claws sliced through the covers and he released her, only to bite her other shoulder. Macey screamed until she couldn’t anymore, and heat filled her butt as Sasha stilled above her and emptied himself out into the tight clasp of her body with a growl loud enough to be heard in Middle Brook. With her body still shaking and the world narrowing to just the feel of her Sir inside her, Macey struggled to keep breathing, let alone stay conscious.

  She winced slightly when Sasha withdrew from her ass, and in the next instant her bonds fell away as Sasha sliced straight through them with his claws. Renewed shudders shook her at the realization how utterly lethal he really was, and then he was massaging her arms and legs, and gently turning her over while licking his bite marks.

  Darts of need skittered across her flesh, and despite having come lord only knew how many times, Macey clenched her thighs together. Sasha chuckled when he realized, and heat flared in her cheeks when she forced her heavy eyes open and saw his bemused expression. “Cat that got the cream” definitely sprang to mind, but it was the fierce love that shone out of his eyes that made her heart turn over in her chest.

  “I love you, Sir,” she said, and he nuzzled his nose against hers.

  “And I love you, little kitten.”

  They grinned at each other like lovesick fools, and he licked her marks again, making her groan.

  “I’m not suddenly going to snarl at the moon, am I?” she asked, and Sasha laughed.

  “No, baby, but our children will.”

  When her eyes widened at that statement, his grin crinkled up the corners of his eyes, and she shook her head.

  “Children, as in plural?”

  “Naturally,” he said. “We can’t leave Kenny to be an only child. I was one, and trust me, I don’t want that for him. I’m not talking right now, obviously. I want to enjoy us for a while first, and besides, knowing Kenny, he’ll make this”—he gestured down their sweat slicked bodies with a smirk”—extremely difficult. I foresee lots of sleepovers at Ronan’s house.”

  Macey had to giggle at that. “Tina might have something to say about that.”

  Sasha shrugged his shoulders.

  “Mind you, I guess if we have their twins over in exchange, it would work right?”

  Sasha rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. “Lord help us, but fair is fair, I guess. Now, don’t go anywhere. I’m going to run us a bath so we can clean up a bit.”

  Macey smiled and shut her eyes. As though she could go anywhere right now. She was pretty sure her limbs were made from rubber and would never support her.

  The bed dipped and Macey must have dozed off, because she woke up with a start when Sasha lifted her off the bed and carried her across to the bathroom. She sighed in bliss when he lowered her into the fragrant waters. It stung a bit first on her tender and well-used nether regions before it soothed the ache away and she gave herself over to Sasha’s gentle ministrations with a moan.

  By the time he’d washed every inch of her, fed her a light snack, urged her to drink something, and lifted her back out of the waters, Macey was barely conscious, and the gentle massage he gave her on the bed finished her off completely. She was dimly aware of the fact that he must have changed the sheets, presumably when he’d left her snoozing in the warm bath for a little while, and then darkness claimed her when she felt him climb in next to her and pull the sheets over them both.

  “What about you?” she mumbled, and his amused laughter trembled through her.

  “Had a shower while you were dozing. Now sleep, little kitten. You’ll feel like a new woman in the morning, I promise.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sure enough, by the time morning came and the annoying, loud crow of a cockerel somewhere in the distance woke her up, Macey did feel amazing and as though she could take on the world.

  The delicious scents of bacon and eggs cooking drifted up the stairs and through the open door, and Macey rolled over and stretched. A slight ache remained between her legs, and she grinned to herself when Sasha started whistling downstairs. He sounded as happy as she felt, and, throwing the covers off with great flourish, Macey padded across the bathroom. Having used the toilet, washed her hands and face, and helped herself to the brand-new toothbrush left for her on the sink, she stared at her reflection.

  Sasha’s bite marks were clearly visible, and she smiled while running her fingertips along the marks of his possession. Her breasts, and abdomen carried his marks, too, thin red trails left over from his claws, and she could just about see the fading rope marks. It gave her a warm glow inside. Having pulled one of his T-shirts over her head, she made it down the stairs just as the roar of several motorbikes shook the foundations.

  Her happy smile slipped as she hit the bottom step and saw Sasha’s puzzled expression as he stepped out from the kitchen. He smiled at her when he spotted her standing on his stairs, and the brief flare of heated lust in his blue eyes as they bled to his panther’s meant she had to clamp her legs together to stem the immediate flood of her arousal.

  “Morning, sleepyhe
ad,” he said, and his voice, too, made her want him. This was insane, yet felt so right. “Go on and into the kitchen. I don’t particularly want those wolves to see you like that.”

  He smirked at her blush, and taking the hint, she scooted off toward the back the house. Her stomach rumbled loudly when she saw the plated omelets Sasha had left on the table, and, unbidden, her gaze strayed to the floor. A tied-up carrier bag sat by the back door, presumably containing the bloody bandages from last night, and a shiver of foreboding ran down her spine. Hearing the agitated growls coming from the front door did nothing to stave off the impending sense of doom that suddenly took hold of her. She couldn’t hear what Sasha was saying, as he’d pitched his voice too low for that, but she responded to the edge in it anyway. He was far from happy, she sensed that much, and, mindful of her rumbling tummy, started to eat.

  The omelet was just as good as it looked, and as Sasha was still talking by the time she was done eating, she put another plate on top of his and placed it on top of the Aga to keep it warm for him. She smiled to herself as she took in the myriad family pictures that adorned the kitchen wall. They spoke of happier times when Sasha’s parents had still been alive. His father looked like an older version of Sasha now, and her heart contracted at the smile on his mother’s face as she looked up at her husband in one of the pictures. It lit up her entire being. Sasha’s dad, too, wore a goofy grin that reminded her of Kenny, and the dark-haired baby he cradled in his arms was the spitting image of her nephew. No mistaking the strong genes in this family, or the fact that they were Protectors. Macey couldn’t forget about that, not when the voices at the door grew louder and more menacing.

  “Fuck no, that’s out of the question.” Sasha’s distinctive voice carried over the general din, and Macey wrapped her hands around her mug of coffee to stop them from shaking. Had it not been for his diktat to stay in the kitchen and the fact that she was starkers under his shirt, she’d have run to the door to demand to know what was going on. The roar of several motorbikes starting up signaled an end to whatever was happening, and the mug slid out of her hand and crashed to the floor when she saw Sasha’s grim expression when he entered the kitchen.