His to Protect

by Alice Cain

  Adrian lifted Tyler into his arms and carried him into the bedroom, inordinately pleased when Tyler didn't insist that he put him down. Eventually though he had no reason to hold him, so he placed Tyler on his feet at the side of his bed.

  "Sit down on the mattress so I can take care of those bruises on your arm."

  "Yes, Sir," Tyler said as he pulled out of Adrian's embrace and went to do as he was told. Adrian grimaced as he inspected the increased swelling, the lumps clearly getting worse. It was just as well that feeding a vampire created a feeling of rapture because it would have been quite painful otherwise.

  "How long were you a sub?" Adrian asked absently, not really questioning his assumption. There had been a few hints over the past couple of days, but Tyler's automatic, and seemingly unconscious, use of the word "Sir" made it seem obvious.

  "Only a few weeks."

  "Why only a few weeks?" Adrian asked in surprise. It often took months to build up the trust required between a Dom and a sub. Even after the initial training process it was a never ending flow of give and take and adjustment to circumstances—just like any other relationship. To give up after only a few weeks seemed strange.

  "I used my safe word too often and my Dom felt that I wasn't truly a submissive." Tyler shrugged, carelessly, but thanks to his heightened senses Adrian knew he wasn't as relaxed about it as he made out. "He was probably right. I don't really like being told what to do all the time."

  "Did he try to find you a new Dom? One better suited to your needs?"

  "A new Dom?" Tyler asked, sounding as if he'd never considered the possibility. "Um…no he just broke off our relationship."

  "Then he was an idiot. Any Dom with half a brain can see that you're a natural submissive." Adrian carefully licked over the sore spots, watched with satisfaction as they started to heal, and then moved to lift Tyler onto his lap.

  "You think so?" Tyler asked speculatively. "I'm not so sure I agree with you. To be honest, being 'punished' for not doing things his way kind of got on my nerves."

  Adrian nodded his understanding. He'd seen a lot of bullies pretending to be Doms in his time in fetish clubs. Adrian and his siblings tried their best to weed them out of Santutegia but it wasn't always obvious to other Doms. Often they didn't learn of a Dom's inappropriate behavior until a sub broke off the relationship and found the courage to speak up. Very few bullies were brave enough to act that way inside the club in front of people who could stop them. If nothing else, the Alateeka brothers were a very daunting group of men. Hell even their sister Lilly, both the youngest and the only female of his siblings, was capable of intimidating even the most confident of men.

  "Building something as complex as a Dom/sub relationship takes time." Adrian couldn't stop himself from running his fingers through Tyler's hair. He'd tried to ignore the attraction he felt for the pretty human, but learning that he'd been a submissive—and a poorly treated one at that—undermined Adrian's determination to keep his distance. "Tyler, if you felt the need to use your safe word, it just proves that your Dom didn't take the time to earn your trust. Your Dom was at fault, not you."

  "Thank you," Tyler whispered as his eyes filled with tears. "All this time…"

  "It's okay, sweetheart. I won't make the same mistakes."

  "You want me?" Tyler asked, again sounding surprised.

  "Of course I want you. What do you think this"—he moved Tyler slightly so that he could feel Adrian's hard cock pressed against his bottom—"is all about?"

  Tyler shrugged. "I know what I'm hoping it is, but considering the trauma of the past few days I would have settled for fun and sex."

  Adrian tried really hard to hold back the growl that threatened to leave his throat. "I can train you," he said, a little surprised by his own vehemence. He hadn't been looking for a relationship. He sure as hell hadn't considered taking a sub in a long time, but it seemed fate had determined to throw Tyler into his path anyway. The fact Tyler was similarly attracted to Adrian as well was an amazing gift. He didn't know Tyler well yet, but he planned to change that as soon as he could. With Gavin currently looking after Logan it was very tempting to rush things right now.

  "What's it like being a wolf?" Tyler asked shyly, cuddling deeper into Adrian's embrace as he leaned against the headboard so that they could both relax.

  "Technically I'm a lycanthrope. Both man and wolf."

  "You mean kind of like a werewolf?"

  "Yeah, kind of like a werewolf," Adrian said, trying to read his sub's emotions as he absorbed what he was telling him. Adrian was more than just another werewolf. Much more, but a part of him didn't want to overwhelm Tyler with details.

  "So the full moon—"

  "No," Adrian said quickly, cutting off whatever Tyler was going to say. It was the worst part about being a modern werewolf. There was so much information out there, mostly untrue, that he constantly felt the need to correct people's assumptions. It was kind of hard to do considering that his family's more unusual traits were well-guarded secrets.

  Few modern paranormals knew of the Alateeka family and their power, but legend obscured most of the truth. These days Alateeka Protection Services sold security systems and protection to humans all over the country, but that wasn't really what Adrian and his brothers did. Most of their time was spent dealing with the fallout after a paranormal was attacked or, on very rare occasions, when a paranormal attacked humans. To have the murders happening right now in their tiny little town was too much of a coincidence.

  It seemed pretty clear to Adrian that someone was trying to get their attention. They just had no explanation why. Even having lived here for many, many years, few people around them understood just how powerful their family traits really were. The Alateekas weren't "ordinary" paranormals.

  Adrian was so lost in his own thoughts that it took a moment to realize Tyler was watching him worriedly.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

  "No, sweetheart, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm not offended. I'm just not used to talking about this stuff."

  "We don't have to talk about it," Tyler said quickly. "I don't mind."

  Adrian turned Tyler in his arms and took his mouth in a passionate kiss, quickly sparking back to life the incredible attraction he felt for this human.

  "I mind," Adrian said when he finally came up for air. He couldn't resist rubbing his hard cock against Tyler's ass as he tried to explain what he was thinking. "I want you to know who I am." He did, he really did, and that in itself was saying something. He and his brothers and sister had been alone for so long he'd resigned himself to believing that being single was probably part of the plan. How could they fulfill the sacred duties assigned to them if they were tied down with a relationship of their own? But goddess, right now he wanted it more than ever. He said the words that were on his mind, ignoring the small pang of worry that he'd have to explain himself one day. "We can't start a Dom/sub relationship without knowing all about each other."

  "I promise to try and be a good sub, Sir," Tyler said immediately, a wide smile on his face. Adrian was so relieved by his immediate response and obvious enthusiasm that he almost missed Tyler's next whispered words. "And I won't make the mistake of using my safe word too often."

  Adrian moved back slightly so that he could see Tyler's face more clearly. "Let's get one thing straight right now. You will use your safe word, and you will use it as often as you need. If I find that you're not using it when you should, I can guarantee you won't like the result. Are we clear?"

  "But he said—"

  "It doesn't matter what he said," Adrian practically growled as jealousy wormed through him. "My sub will use his safe word as often as he needs." Adrian took a deep breath, trying to drag his emotions back under control. Damn, he'd never felt this level of desire for anyone. "Tyler, it takes time to learn what we each need from the other. Using your safe word when you're being pushed too far helps us to establish limits. If I can't trust you to tell me when somet
hing is wrong, how will I ever learn what you need from me?"

  "I'm sorry," Tyler said.

  "Don't be sorry, sweetheart," Adrian said, leaning in to steal another quick kiss. "Just remember that I'm not him. We play by my rules now."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Perfect," Adrian said, trying to stifle the groan of regret as he lifted the man off his hard cock. He climbed to his feet and then held out a hand to help Tyler up. "Bed time for you, little sub."

  Tyler glanced around the room, and gave him a sexy smile.

  "No," Adrian said with an indulgent grin. Could the man be more perfect for him? "Now go take a shower and get ready for bed."

  "You could shower with me. You know…conserve water and all that."

  "Don't tempt me," Adrian said, only half joking. If the hardness of his cock had anything to do with it, he was going to have a difficult time sleeping tonight. "If I climb into that shower with you there is no way I would be able to resist bending you over and making you mine."

  "Why resist?" Tyler asked with a sassy smile.

  "Because it'll be our first time together and I want things to last longer than a rushed handful of minutes." He leaned into Tyler, whispering in his ear as he wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him closer. "Because I want you to have time to think about everything you've learned about paranormals and werewolves and vampires." He licked Tyler's earlobe¸ drawing the soft flesh into his mouth momentarily. Tyler's moan of need was very satisfying to hear. "And most definitely," he continued as his cock became even harder, "because I want to spank you to orgasm before fucking you into the mattress."

  Chapter Six

  Tyler laughed softly at Adrian's suggestion, even as his lower body throbbed in response. Fuck, could his cock get any harder without causing him permanent damage? Unlike his only other experience being spanked, Tyler felt confident that he would actually enjoy it with this man. Tyler's ex had used spanking for what he'd called "a correction technique" but all it had done was make Tyler physically uncomfortable and emotionally uncontrolled. On their final day together Tyler had actually used the type of language he discouraged teenagers from using to tell his ex exactly what he thought of his methods. When his Dom had taken a step toward him, he'd held up his hand, used his safe word several times, and then fled to his room to pack. It hadn't helped that the "room" the Dom had assigned to him had been barely more than a cupboard. It had made him feel unimportant, unwanted, and unnecessary, and had been nothing at all what he'd hoped for when he'd moved in.

  After that Tyler had simply assumed that he was not submissive by nature.

  But apparently Adrian saw something different.

  Tyler stepped into the shower, moaning softly as the warm water pummeled his tired muscles. It certainly felt natural to submit to Adrian's authority. But then again, nothing he'd been through in the past four days was familiar to him, so acquiescing to a more knowledgeable authority was probably a sensible and normal thing to do.

  Maybe Adrian was only seeing the part of Tyler that had always acknowledged a sensible course of action. What would happen when he really got to know him and realized—as his ex had—that he simply wasn't submissive?

  He shivered as he imagined all of the fun they could have before then. Heaven help him, just the thought of sharing such intimacies with Adrian Alateeka heated Tyler's arousal to boiling point. His cock filled involuntarily in response. He couldn't stop the soft moan as he slid his hand down his stomach, caressing the taut skin, imagining Adrian's hand. The first soft graze over his hard cock made his knees weak. He closed his eyes as his fingers slid up and down his shaft again and again.

  "My subs get punished for such bratty behavior."

  Tyler gasped at the unexpected voice, his eyes flying open to find the man who owned it standing not three feet away. Tyler was fairly certain he wore a full body blush, but decided to brazen out his behavior anyway.

  "Well, it's a good thing I'm not your sub yet, isn't it?"

  "Is that truly what you think?" Adrian asked as he took a step closer.

  Tyler bit his lips, his gaze dropping away from Adrian's. He'd said they were playing by his rules now, but Tyler hadn't truly realized that Adrian considered himself his Dom right from that moment. Adrian had told him to think about everything he'd learned about him, so a part of Tyler had been expecting some sort of formality to signal the beginning of their Dom/sub relationship. Hell, his ex had negotiated every detail, the process going on for several weeks before he'd even considered taking Tyler on as his submissive. The transition from independently negotiating their agreement to suddenly not having the right to an opinion had been very difficult for Tyler.

  "Is that truly what you think? That I'm not your Dom?" Adrian asked again in a voice that compelled Tyler to answer quickly, very, very quickly.

  "No, Sir," Tyler said breathlessly, "that's not really what I think."

  Adrian nodded. "Turn around and brace yourself with your hands on the tiles."

  The six smacks weren't very hard yet the sting was enough to reinforce that Adrian considered himself Tyler's Dom. But it was the hand that slid between his thighs and cupped his balls that had him whimpering with arousal.

  "Who do these belong to, Tyler?"

  "You, Sir," he replied almost soundlessly.

  Adrian pressed a bite to the back of his neck, his possessiveness leaving Tyler's knees shaking violently. "Your orgasms are mine now, brat." Adrian's voice was rough and deep and so delicious that Tyler could imagine climaxing just from listening. "Can I trust you not to try this again?"

  "I d–don't think so," he said honestly. Hell, he was so turned on right now he couldn't guarantee that just trying to dry himself with the towel wouldn't tip him over the edge.

  Tyler yelped as Adrian stepped into the shower, flattening Tyler's chest and face against the cold tiles as he pressed his whole body against him.

  "Fuck, Tyler, you could tempt a saint." Adrian ground his denim covered cock against Tyler's ass. He pushed back, wanting Adrian more than he'd ever wanted a man before. The temptation to turn and drop to his knees so that he could free that hard cock from its wet denim confines and then take it into his mouth was overwhelming. Tyler tried to do just that, but Adrian pressed him harder against the tiles, trapping him in place.

  Adrian's fingers wriggled over his balls, his wrist pressing hard against the cheeks of Tyler's ass as he drove his arousal even higher. Fuck.

  "Who does this body belong to?" Adrian asked in a voice so rough he sounded dangerous.

  "You, Sir," Tyler said again, whimpering as his arousal spiraled tighter.

  "Who gets to touch it?"

  "You, S–Sir. Only you."

  Adrian laughed, the sound grating, almost pain-filled.

  "Come for me, Tyler."

  He was so surprised by the order that he stiffened momentarily, but when Adrian forced a thick finger straight into his ass he practically screamed as orgasm pounded through him. Adrian bit the top of his shoulder, holding his flesh between his teeth as Tyler shook violently, his knees unable to hold him up as wild sensations ran through him.

  Thank fuck Adrian was there. Tyler was still panting, still shivering, still pulsing from aftershocks when Adrian lifted him onto his toes, his finger still buried in his ass, his knee now pressed against Tyler's right thigh holding him up, his other hand sliding around his middle.

  Tyler's eyes flew open as Adrian's fingers found his cock, the swollen appendage oversensitive, Adrian's touch almost painful. "Come again," he growled in his ear. Tyler shook his head, not meaning to disobey, but unable to process the overwhelming sensations. The harsh slap against his cock had him gasping for air at the same time Adrian forced a second finger inside him. He kept thrusting inside Tyler's ass, kept playing with his cock, kept biting his shoulder, forcing his dick to grow hard.

  As the shaking grew, his wild orgasm of a moment ago barely a memory, Adrian did it again, slapping his ass so hard Tyler felt the sensa
tion all the way to his toes.

  "Again," Adrian demanded.

  Tyler jolted away, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations, trying to call a halt to the delicious things this man was doing to him. Fuck, he wanted more. He wanted Adrian's cock. He wanted his domination, but he wasn't sure he had the ability to come again so quickly. He whimpered as Adrian slapped his ass over and over forcing Tyler to come once more. Fuck, he'd been sure that wasn't even possible. He didn't ejaculate as much, but somehow the sensation was even more overwhelming. Electrical pulses flashed through him again and again, leaving him completely breathless.

  He moaned, undulating in Adrian's hold, his body feeling boneless, the rippling aftershocks jolting through him almost painfully.

  Adrian pulled Tyler back under the water, rinsing him off as he finally removed his finger from his ass and turned him around. His touch was gentle now, but he was still caressing Tyler's over-sensitized cock.

  "Who does this cock belong to, sweetheart?" he asked in a deep, soothing tone.

  "You, Sir," Tyler whispered before exhaustion took him and he nearly collapsed in Adrian's arms.

  ~*~

  Adrian couldn't hide the satisfaction rolling through him. He hadn't actually meant to start anything between them tonight, but when he'd smelled Tyler's arousal increase he hadn't owned the strength to hold himself back.

  His intention had been only to stop Tyler, to make him know that climaxing without his permission was a punishable offense, but Tyler had taken his slaps so beautifully that Adrian hadn't been able to resist. When Tyler had come that first time Adrian had realized that if he didn't do something drastic he was going to carry Tyler to his bed and make love to him all night long. Exhausting his sub seemed the safest idea.

  Tyler had seemed surprised that his body was capable of having two intense orgasms so quickly which just proved that the supposed Dom he'd been involved with hadn't known a goddamn thing.