Happy Hump Day, folks.
I'm joining the mid-week-tease-crew today. A little pick-me-up to get you over that hump. So, without any further ado, I give you a little tease from Under The Alpha's Protection.
Raoul ground his teeth and reined his wolf back with some effort. This close to her, her scent drove his beast wild. Fear and arousal mixed in with the faint smell of roses that was uniquely hers, and meant he could not go past a rose bush without thinking about her. It clung to her skin, and it called him home. Her eyes widened, her breathing grew labored, and her heart beat a frantic thud in his ears.
"Answer me, girl." He dropped his voice further and pinned her with the gaze that had any submissive he'd ever played with blanch. Raoul expected her to bolt, to push against him, but instead, she dropped her gaze further and bowed her head in an unconscious act of submission that had his dick trying to punch a hole through the denim of his jeans.
Her scent increased, and he didn't miss her thigh muscles flex as though to increase the pressure she must be feeling.
"What reputation?" he asked again.
She flinched, and his hands itched to put her over his knee to get the answers he needed, but this was Nikita, his friend, damn it, and the last woman he'd have ever thought would submit to anyone. Yet here, right now, there was no misreading the signals she was giving out, and his dominant side rose to the forefront.
Acting on them was out of the question, however. It had to have been the stress of almost being attacked that made Nikita act so out character. Yes, that was it—a natural reaction to being scared—to seek out the strongest male around to protect her. It was an instinct as old as time, and come morning and with a bit of perspective she would be back to her normal self.
Raoul hooked one finger under her chin to make her look at him, and the vulnerability in her gaze made him want to wrap up and protect her. From the world at large, and especially from his baser instincts.
He smiled at her, and she relaxed slightly.
"Well, you know…"
The most delightful blush stained her cheeks.
"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking, now, would I, squirt?"
She worried her plump bottom lip with her teeth, and Raoul bit back a frustrated groan. He wasn't entirely successful, however, if the shudder that went through her little frame was anything to go by.
"Fine, have it your way. They say you like to tie your women up, that you need to be in charge in the bedroom."
That blush had deepened to a bright scarlet now, and every pore of her body quivered in seeming embarrassment, and God help him, arousal. She also tried her utmost to not look at him, but at a spot far over his left shoulder.
"An interesting choice of words you use. Most folks would call me a perverted bastard."
She flinched and jerked her gaze back to his.
"You're not a pervert, and you're not a bastard. I should know. I met your parents!"
He laughed at her attempt at humor, and she frowned at him.
"I mean it. No one has the right to judge you. They don't know you like I do."
"You think you know me, squirt?" He pulled away from her and stepped back, not trusting himself to not crush her to him, and show her exactly what perverted things his mind was right now conjuring up. He turned his back on her before continuing.
"What if I told you that all those rumors were true?" he asked. "What if I told you that I like nothing more than to have complete control over my sexual partner, and that any misdemeanor will be severely punished. That I enjoy seeing how far I can push my submissive out of her comfort zone. That I like nothing more to see her beg for my cock, and to withhold her orgasms until I see it fit to grant her one."
Fuck. Judging by her galloping heartbeat and choppy breaths, this plan of his was completely backfiring. He turned around slowly, the need to see her, to drink in her reaction overriding all common sense.
Sat on the edge of his couch, Nikita hung to his every word, and that blasted robe had slipped off her shoulder again, exposing milky white flesh that he would just love to mark with his hands, claws, and teeth. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her flesh, and he had no doubt that she would be wet for him. Nikita's eyes had lost their focus again, and he stepped closer so that she could see him. Her gaze snared on his crotch, and she moaned. That feminine sound of need was so erotic he had taken another step towards her before he even realized, and she had to look up to see him.
Raoul almost didn't hear her whispered reply over the rush of blood in his ears. He was surprised he had any left up there and it hadn't all just shot straight to his dick.
"If you weren't my friend I'd think that sounds hot."
What do you think? Will they stay just friends for much longer?
Nikita Ashton and Raoul Saint Germain have been friends for five years, so when Nikita is attacked, there is only one place she can run to—straight into Raoul's arms.
Raoul is the Alpha of his pack and he is furious that the woman he loves has been harmed on his territory. Were it not for the fact that Nikita does not believe in anything even remotely paranormal, his wolf would have claimed her aeons ago.
Nikita is in need of tender, loving care, not his baser needs that are threatening to overtake him.
However, when Nikita admits that she knows about his being in the lifestyle, the Dom in him cannot resist the challenge to make her his submissive.
Blissfully happy in their new Dom/sub relationship, everything changes when Nikita is kidnapped. Can Raoul get to her in time to save her life?
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There are more lovely mid-week teases for you with these awesome peeps, so do check them out.