Read Online Under the Alpha's Protection by Doris O'Connor - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Doris O'Connor
Ads: Link
looking fangs. Her gaze zeroed in on them, and his smile deepened.
"You'll grow your own soon enough, princess, as soon as this transition phase is over."
"What did you do to me?" she whispered, afraid to hear the answer.
"Such worry, princess. I'd expect a little gratitude at least. You'd have bled out like a pig in my dungeon, had I not intervened."
He hooked his clawed finger under her chin, giving her no choice but to look at him. Bile rose in her throat when he wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her close enough to inhale against her neck.
"The stench of that blasted wolf still clings to you, but we'll soon get rid of him. This is not what I had planned, but it will work so much better."
He ran his fangs along her neck and then bit down. Nikita tensed, but instead of pain there was only pleasure, blinding pleasure that took her breath away. Like an avalanche it overtook her being and centered in her clit, threatening to pitch her into an overpowering, mind-blowing release. Her fingers curled in the other man's fine silk shirt, crushing the delicate fabric, and he groaned into her neck.
With every draw of her blood from those fangs buried in her skin her head felt lighter as though he was taking away her memories away with it. It would be so easy to just allow herself to fall into the abyss, to take what he offered. Already her body felt stronger, her vision cleared to such a degree that even without her glasses she could make out the intricate detail of the rose petals on the embossed wallpaper on the opposite wall.
Raoul had lied to her. He hadn't told her who he really was. It was his fault that she was in this mess, that she had this intoxicating stranger pawing her as though she was a piece of meat.
She bit back a groan when Draco's hand slid to her breast and his claws dug into her skin. He released his hold on her neck and licked the pinpricks of pain left behind.
"Hmm, I think I'm beginning to understand what Raoul saw in you. All that extra weight does give you beautiful tits just right for the plucking."
In a blur of air he pushed her flat on her back, and he latched onto her breast. His fangs sank in, and Nikita's world tilted. Closer and closer the stimulation pushed her to blissful release. Her breath came in short agonized pants, and her womb clenched with the first tremors of an orgasm she didn’t want.
She pushed against the vampire's shoulders, desperate to get him off her, to stop this insanity, but he simply laughed. The fist came from nowhere, and black closed in on her again, just as he yanked her thighs open.
"No, no…" In her head she was shouting the words, but she didn’t seem able to project the words with any authority. The slam of the door saved her.
"Draco."
"What the fuck? Can't you see I'm busy here?"
"They're here, Draco."
****
She was close, and it drove his wolf insane. The scent of her fear, her pain, her confusion drove him on. When a half dead Darius had arrived back on pack territory, all hell had broken loose. Raoul knew it was a trap, but he could no more not pursue the trail Darius had left behind than he could stop breathing. Nikita needed him. Darius's halting admission at what he'd witnessed meant there was no time to lose. If he got to her in time, his bite would drive out the vamp's poison. If he didn't and Draco managed to complete the turn, then she'd be lost to him forever. Driven by blood lust, she would only look on him as food, and his pack would be honor-bound to destroy her.
This was war, right here, right now. He hadn't been entirely surprised when his pack rose as one to go into battle with him. What had surprised him were the other packs joining him. Their numbers grew the closer they came to the country mansion Draco seemed to have set up home in.
The limited resistance they encountered on entering his grounds reeked of the trap it was, but Raoul was past caring. His wolf had scented his mate, and there would be no stopping him now. He'd
"You'll grow your own soon enough, princess, as soon as this transition phase is over."
"What did you do to me?" she whispered, afraid to hear the answer.
"Such worry, princess. I'd expect a little gratitude at least. You'd have bled out like a pig in my dungeon, had I not intervened."
He hooked his clawed finger under her chin, giving her no choice but to look at him. Bile rose in her throat when he wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her close enough to inhale against her neck.
"The stench of that blasted wolf still clings to you, but we'll soon get rid of him. This is not what I had planned, but it will work so much better."
He ran his fangs along her neck and then bit down. Nikita tensed, but instead of pain there was only pleasure, blinding pleasure that took her breath away. Like an avalanche it overtook her being and centered in her clit, threatening to pitch her into an overpowering, mind-blowing release. Her fingers curled in the other man's fine silk shirt, crushing the delicate fabric, and he groaned into her neck.
With every draw of her blood from those fangs buried in her skin her head felt lighter as though he was taking away her memories away with it. It would be so easy to just allow herself to fall into the abyss, to take what he offered. Already her body felt stronger, her vision cleared to such a degree that even without her glasses she could make out the intricate detail of the rose petals on the embossed wallpaper on the opposite wall.
Raoul had lied to her. He hadn't told her who he really was. It was his fault that she was in this mess, that she had this intoxicating stranger pawing her as though she was a piece of meat.
She bit back a groan when Draco's hand slid to her breast and his claws dug into her skin. He released his hold on her neck and licked the pinpricks of pain left behind.
"Hmm, I think I'm beginning to understand what Raoul saw in you. All that extra weight does give you beautiful tits just right for the plucking."
In a blur of air he pushed her flat on her back, and he latched onto her breast. His fangs sank in, and Nikita's world tilted. Closer and closer the stimulation pushed her to blissful release. Her breath came in short agonized pants, and her womb clenched with the first tremors of an orgasm she didn’t want.
She pushed against the vampire's shoulders, desperate to get him off her, to stop this insanity, but he simply laughed. The fist came from nowhere, and black closed in on her again, just as he yanked her thighs open.
"No, no…" In her head she was shouting the words, but she didn’t seem able to project the words with any authority. The slam of the door saved her.
"Draco."
"What the fuck? Can't you see I'm busy here?"
"They're here, Draco."
****
She was close, and it drove his wolf insane. The scent of her fear, her pain, her confusion drove him on. When a half dead Darius had arrived back on pack territory, all hell had broken loose. Raoul knew it was a trap, but he could no more not pursue the trail Darius had left behind than he could stop breathing. Nikita needed him. Darius's halting admission at what he'd witnessed meant there was no time to lose. If he got to her in time, his bite would drive out the vamp's poison. If he didn't and Draco managed to complete the turn, then she'd be lost to him forever. Driven by blood lust, she would only look on him as food, and his pack would be honor-bound to destroy her.
This was war, right here, right now. He hadn't been entirely surprised when his pack rose as one to go into battle with him. What had surprised him were the other packs joining him. Their numbers grew the closer they came to the country mansion Draco seemed to have set up home in.
The limited resistance they encountered on entering his grounds reeked of the trap it was, but Raoul was past caring. His wolf had scented his mate, and there would be no stopping him now. He'd
Similar Books
