mywolfprotector (16 page)
Authors: Unknown
Alexander met Carole Anne. The panther shifter was obsessed with something that she had, and he ended up attacking Wolf Town.”
Taylor gasped, her eyes widening in horror. “Was anybody hurt?”
His face expressionless, he nodded. “Connor was messed up pretty badly. We weren't sure he
was going to make it. Also, there was quite a bit of damage done to some buildings.” Marrok looked everywhere but at her.
A sudden suspicion hit her, prompting her to ask, “What about you?”
He took his sunglasses off and met her gaze full on. “What about me?”
“Were you hurt?”
Marrok shrugged. “A bit, but not enough to kill me.”
She grabbed a small twig off the ground next to her and toyed with it to give her hands
something to do. The thought of Marrok hurt bothered her... Going way beyond the concern she'd naturally feel for anyone injured. “It's all over with now, though?”
He smiled ruefully. “Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.”
At her confused look, he explained, “We got that resolved. The leader of the panther pack died.
We were able to come to a truce with the new leader. Things got peaceful again until we found out about the research facility. The panther attacks weren't anything compared to this. I don't see anyway to ever resolve this peacefully.”
Taylor closed her eyes and inhaled deeply in regret. “I'm so sorry, Marrok.”
He reached out and touched her hand softly. A sizzle of awareness shot through her from the
gentle touch. Never had she reacted to any man like she did him. Opening her eyes, she met his determined dark ones, sadly. “Never say that again, Taylor. I'm not sorry at all. I just wish I'd known before now that you were alive and being held against your will. No matter what it took, I would have found some way to get you out of there.”
“Thank you for saying that. You've been awfully kind to me, for someone that you really only
knew for a night.”
“It wasn't just your average night, and you know it. We have a connection, Taylor. A very deep connection, and a powerful attraction between us.” His eyes were locked on her face, willing her to admit the truth to both of them.
“Yes,” she replied, honestly. “It was the best night of my life. The memory of it got me through a lot while I was held in captivity.”
“Are you hungry?” Marrok asked, his voice tight as he reached for the basket. His body had
tensed at her words, his movements controlled. Taylor was puzzled at the abrupt change of subject, but she let it go.
“Actually I am. With all this great food, I'm not going to be able to wear the clothes I already have for long. It's a good thing I really don't have that many, I suppose. I never did thank you for those.” Carole Anne had brought her several outfits after she'd been brought to Wolf Town. She'd later found out Marrok had asked her to buy the right clothing and paid for them.
He unpacked the basket, while Taylor enjoyed the sight of his lithe body moving around the
blanket. “You needed them. It was no hardship for me.”
He looked back at her and said firmly, “Anytime you need anything, I want to know. I never
want you going without, Taylor. I have more than enough money for ten men.”
She smiled but didn't comment. There was one thing she wanted desperately, but it wasn't his
money. It was him. The more she was with him, the more she wanted. Her skin felt hot, her body needy as she stared at the muscular lines of his body.
He ran a hand through his dark hair, pulling it back from his face. “I'm sorry for being an ass the other day, when Doctor Sanders gave you the test results. I'm not normally like that, but it's no big secret I'm very protective over you. I thought you'd been taken advantage of.”
“Don't worry about it,” she replied, shrugging. “I'm sorry I called you an ass.”
He chuckled. “At least with you, a man doesn't have to worry that you won't tell him how you
really feel.”
She looked off to cover up her embarrassment. “To be honest, I actually don't mind being a
fraction wolf. In fact, I'm just grateful that it's not something worse. The scientists there did a lot of horrible things to others, things that they didn't come back from. I count myself lucky. With all the injections over the years, I'm guessing some of those were part of a test to alter me. That explains why I am the way I am now. Carole Anne told me what a mating is. Believe me, there was nobody there, or anywhere else, to mate me.”
Marrok shot her an unreadable look, his lips tightening into a grimace. He didn't speak, though, so Taylor just ignored it. “Well,” she said, with a forced smile. “The food smells good.”
Marrok laid a filled plate in front of her before getting his own. Reaching into the basket he pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. Quickly, he poured each of them a glass. “I wasn't sure what kind of wine you'd like, so I chose one right in the middle of sweet and dry. I hope you enjoy it.”
Taylor took a sip. “It's delicious.”
They ate silently for several minutes before Marrok spoke again. “This is going to be the last peaceful day around Wolf Town for awhile. I'm sure you've heard about the wolf meeting. We will have pack members arriving from all over the world to discuss our plans for eliminating any and all supernatural research facilities. Things are going to get busy, fast.”
Taylor stilled at the reminder. “I heard about it, and I hope that they can be stopped. Nobody should ever have to be in their hands. They might look like it, but the people that run those are not even human.”
Marrok growled before clearing his throat. “I'd like you to go to the meeting with me. It won't be easy for you, but maybe there is something you can add to it.” His keen eyes watched her sharply.
“Okay,” Taylor replied. It wasn't going to easy for her, but if she could help, she wanted to. At least as much as she was able to. There were some things that were too private to share, burdens meant for her to shoulder alone. “I don't know how much I can add, though.”
“I'd still like for you to be there.”
“All right,” she agreed, her expression bemused. She really needed to be gone by then, but what if their was the possibility that the wolves could put a stop to Carlos? Her mind raced at the thought. If she didn't have to worry about him finding her, what would her life be like then?
Discretely, she watched Marrok. Without the constant threat of being recaptured, she could be
free to stay and explore this attraction between them. At least, until he met his mate. When that day came, she would be out of the picture immediately, even if he didn't wish it to be so. Living in the pack, she'd already seen how powerful it was. There wasn't a force stronger than the bond, nothing that could stand in between two mates. Her heart ached in response.
While she was still deadened to the pain of leaving Marrok, she needed to make her move now.
Time was running out. In his arms, she could feel fully. It was time to enjoy what fate was allowing her to have, at least for a little while.
Taylor could tell the moment he sensed the change in her mood. His eyes were heavy-lidded as
he stared at her, his body tensing with anticipation. Still, he made no move in her direction.
She pushed her plate to the side and sat up on her knees. Clasping her trembling hands together in her lap, she met his gaze. “You said you wanted me to come to you, Marrok. Well, this is me coming to you. Will you accept me?” Her breath hitched as she waited for his answer.
He reached out with his powerful arms and pulled her across his lap. Her hands intertwined
around his neck, seemingly of their own will. Marrok lowered his face until his lips were only inches away. “Are you sure about this, Taylor? I won't have the strength to stop, not once we start. I've waited too long to have you.”
“Marrok,” she replied softly, enjoying the sound of his name on her lips. Her heart was racing in excitement, making her sound breathless. “I've never wanted anything more than I want this.” Her shyness left her as she realized how true it was. With her last inhibition broken, there was nothing between them but pure, sweet lust.
Her eyelids slid closed as her lips met his. There was no way to know who kissed who. The
passion between them erupted into a raging fire, beyond control. Everything faded, as lust and need engulfed her body at the first swipe of his tongue against hers.
Marrok's hands were everywhere, removing her shirt and unbuttoning her jeans while his mouth
kept her occupied. He couldn't get her clothing off fast enough. Taylor moaned, wanting and needing the satisfaction that only he could bring.
Her hands slid down to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling to get them open. He growled as her
fingertips grazed against the flesh underneath. Just the simplest of her touches seemed to drive him wild. His fingers moved up to replace hers. He pulled away from her lips and growled, “I'll get them. I don't want you to do anything but lie back and enjoy this.”
“I want to touch you, too,” she said softly.
He shook his head, his expression firm as he threw his shirt to the side. “Not this time. I don't have the control. I'm fighting like hell to take it nice and slow with you now. One good touch from you, and it's all over with.”
Pure, unadulterated lust shot through her at his words. His desire for her excited her in ways she never dreamed of. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. Her blood pounded through her so forcefully she thought she'd pass out from excitement.
He shoved his jeans down to his ankles before stepping out of them. His dick bobbed enticingly in front of her, throbbing with need. It burnt through her as well. Quickly she reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, her fingertips unable to meet around his width.
“Oh well, taking it slow is overrated,” she replied, her voice nearly unrecognizable with its
throaty tone. “I've waited years for this moment, and I'll be damned if I have to wait another minute.
Make love to me, Marrok. I need you in me now.”
He growled in response to the naked longing in her voice. Dropping to his knees, he quickly
pulled her clothing off. His heated gaze moved over her body as he said deeply, “You're so fucking beautiful, Taylor.” Stopping at the area between her legs, his voice thickened. “I can't wait to bury myself up in this gorgeous pussy of yours. Lay back and spread your legs. I want to taste you.”
She obeyed him willingly, lost in the magic of his seduction. The blanket and underlying grass was soft underneath her. The heat of the air was nothing compared to the heat of her body. Her legs trembled as she slowly spread them to his hungry eyes.
He inhaled deeply, lowering his massive frame down until his face was between her thighs. His
fingers brushed against her nether lips, his air hot as he darted his tongue into her slick folds. Marrok moaned immediately at her taste, going deeper with the next swipe of his tongue. “I could lick you for hours,” he said, tantalizing her with the thought. “And one day, very soon, I'm going to. Right now, though, I'm going to show you how quick your sweet, responsive body can orgasm for me.”
The sight of Marrok's powerful body spread out in front of her, while he pleasured her orally, was erotic. He pulled her legs over his broad shoulders, his tongue moving against her clit with just the right pressure. Her hands slid into his long, soft hair as her eyes closed.
Pleasure spiraled throughout her body, originating from the area where his tongue flicked
against her. Her passage clenched and throbbed, increasing in intensity with every thrust of his tongue.
“Marrok,” she sighed out, his name a plea on her lips. “Oh, please, don't ever stop.”
He groaned against her clit. “This is only the beginning, baby.” Gently, he slid his finger into her clenching depths. With a few perfectly timed thrusts of his tongue, he brought her to orgasm, her body writhing on the blanket as she screamed out his name.
Her first orgasm was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The pleasure was addictive, making her crave more, even while her body was still riding the high. “Now, Marrok,” she panted out, lost in the sensations he created within her. “Fuck me, now.”
* * * * *
His mate had finally made her play for him, and he was damned well ready for it. He'd already
decided he wouldn't push her for forever this time. Once he bedded her a few times, he felt confident the bond between them would pave the way. When it did, she would be more than amendable to
something permanent. The same supernatural forces working on him were working on Taylor as well, and it was explosive.
Marrok pressed inside of her restless, straining body. “You're so fucking tight,” he groaned out, mindless with need. The pleasures he'd experienced in the past paled in comparison to being inside of his mate. The heat between them was indescribable. Her passage clenched him, still contracting from the throes of her orgasm. “If you weren't so wet, I'd never be able to get inside of you.”
He stared at Taylor, amazed again at how beautiful she was... And how right she looked
underneath him. Her long, blonde hair was braided down her back. Some wisps had escaped the loose confines from the ride and their sex play, teasing her chin and neckline. Her skin was flawless, her lips full and plump.
He shoved the blanket out of the way and dug his hand into the ground as he fought for control.
The ground broke at the force of his fingers digging into the hard dirt as he worked more of himself into her. She was impossibly tight, her body unused to a dick of his size. “
Never have I felt anything
better
.”
“You feel so good inside of me,” Taylor moaned out, raising her hips as her body begged him