Ada's Protective Mate

by Jo Palmer

It sounded like she didn’t have to wait any longer, Ada smoothing her smile and putting on a displeased expression. The wolf in question charged through the door of her office, nearly taking the door off its hinges and making the brownie office manager, her second or third cousin, who knew which, squeak in alarm.

  “Really, Nathaniel, do you have to make so much noise? We are in the council chambers. There is a certain level of—”

  “Who is he?” The werewolf bellowed, hands turning to claws, teeth elongating.

  “Who is who?” Ada pondered if she had gone too far in stirring an announcement from the werewolf. “Be careful of my desk, it is…” A large clawed hand smashed a side panel. “An antique.” Miffed, she turned up her nose. “Was that really necessary?”

  Snatched out of her chair and held above the ground, she squeaked as his features became much more wolf-like.

  “Nathaniel, take a moment to think clearly.” OK, she may have gone just a touch too far.

  Werewolves were highly possessive, and apparently very sensitive.

  Who knew!

  He was panting in a very aggressive way. “Who is he? I’ll kill him!”

  “Well, that is just a bit too dramatic—”

  The werewolf let out an ear drum shattering howl then snapped sharp fangs at her. Ada caught a glimpse of Nico hovering in the doorway, brows raised in interest. Nate jerked her against him. He was overheated and hard everywhere. Throbbing.

  “You are my mate! You do not date anyone but me!” He snarled in her face, even going as far as to nip her neck a little.

  This of course turned her into a puddle of goo, and she momentarily forgot the conversation.

  “Get out, Nico.” He snapped at the vampire.

  Nico continued to lounge nonchalantly against the door frame, amused expression on his stunning face, eyes watching her.

  That stunning creature, so elegant and amused, was waiting on her. How did he know she had stirred the situation up? Or was he carelessly watching their tussle for kicks and giggles? She glared at him, he merely raised his brows and flicked a look at their werewolf, who was still vibrating with anger and now sniffing her deeply. Umm, perhaps the vampire was ensuring their werewolf did not go overboard. He did seem nearly as protective as Nate over her.

  Well, whatever the reason, she had a man to set straight about a few issues before they could move forward.

  “Yes, I am your mate, and as such, I would expect you to know each and every one of my relatives.”

  The werewolf stilled a moment then she found herself thrust back from him. All this being thrust around was quite exhilarating, a bit of a novel event, but it was also giving her another neck kink. She pursed her lips at him in query.

  “You do know who my relatives are, do you not, darling?”

  The werewolf slowly lowered her to the ground, gently, reverently. He rubbed the bristle on his chin, shuffled his feet a bit, even flushed and peered at her.

  “Uh, you know?”

  “That we are mates? Of course, I knew after the first twenty-four hours of our meeting. It has taken you quite some time to mention this, perhaps you care to tell me why?” Ada gave him a stern look, when really she wanted to pull him down to the floor and strip him. Ooh, yes, she had some rather wild ideas concerning this male. “And you must have found out about my cousin, he was at the land dispute meeting, after all.”

  The werewolf flushed, then gave a broad grin. “Got me, love. Damn, you’re a smart one. I’ll be watching my step from now on.”

  “Unfortunately, our wolf here even forgets who he is related to, and in what order. I will let you two…chat.” Nico left, smiling.

  “You forget who you’re related to?” Ada was surprised. He was the crown prince; he should know all his relatives.

  “Hell, have you seen how many werewolves there are?”

  He had a point. There were hundreds of the fast-breeding creatures. Ick.

  Suddenly, she was on her back on the desk, the werewolf laying on top of her and licking her neck, body heating up. Ada wrapped her arms around him and nipped Nate’s thick neck and sniffed him.

  The big werewolf arched into her, growling in pleasure. “Wanna get out of here? I’ve got a real nice apartment—”

  “Not the werewolf compound, Nathaniel, you werewolves don’t know anything about privacy, always walking in on each other, interrupting, slobbering and humping—ahh.”

  He nipped her neck and licked it. “I have an apartment down the road, real quiet, magically locked—”

  “Let’s go!” She gave a shove, toppling the werewolf off her, then grabbed her coat, his arm, her bag and dragged him out of her office. “I’ll be back…not today, Nina! Hold all calls, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She glanced at the grinning werewolf. “Maybe. Let’s go, big boy.”

  “Sure thing, sultry mate, you’re in charge.” He picked her up and dumped her over his shoulder, caressing her bottom as he did so. “For one or two tussles, I get to be on top for the rest.”

  Nate’s bachelor pad was only a few cobbled streets from Ada’s office, and once there he didn’t give her any time to look around and provide decorating tips. As soon as they were inside, he slammed the door, took a minute to lock it then picking her up went straight into the main bedroom.

  There he slowed down and slowly, reverently, lowered his beautiful, smart, sultry mate to her lovely feet.

  He kissed her quick when those sherry colored eyes narrowed suspiciously on the bed.

  “No one else, just you, only you. I promise. Nico set it up a few days ago, got rid of my old apartment.” He nibbled the corner of her mouth, savoring her sweet taste. “Want you, my Ada. Need you.” He sighed and touched her lips with his, hands raising her head so their eyes met and held. “I love you, Ada Mae Gerritsen Le Garde.”

  She smiled, a true, wide, happy smile and tugged a clump of his hair. “I love you, Prince Nathaniel Le Garde of the werewolves. And no, I’ll remain Ada Gerritsen.”

  Smirking, he nodded. “Sure, sure, I’m sure Ma’ll be fine with that.”

  Laughing at his mate’s huffed sigh, Nate proceeded to show his beautiful brownie just how very much he revered her with every seeking touch and every gentle caress. He kissed and loved on his sassy brownie.

  She wasn’t shy or reserved, meeting his seeking touches with her own, stroking his naked skin whenever a piece of clothing was removed. Normally his liaisons were either heated and rushed, or hot and heavy. This was all of it mixed together. Hot, heavy petting, but lingering and lavishing of needs and exploring with hands, mouths, tongues.

  Ada was beautiful in her responsiveness, and when she touched him, Nate wanted to howl and show her his belly, let her command him, rule him for always. Those beautiful hands tipped with red nails scored him, caressed, learned and mapped his entire body, conquered him with their care and needs. And he returned the same attention, needing to have her, know every inch of her, feel and see what she liked and wanted.

  When they tumbled to the bed, raven hair free and scattered across the forest green silk duvet, Ada opened her arms to him, accepting him fully. Nate groaned as his body shook with need and emotion.

  Nico touched on Nate’s mind, obviously feeling the overwhelming, raw emotion via their link. Nico’s touch was light; Nate could feel the vampire’s loving smile, a gentle caress, and then he was gone, leaving Nate with control and happiness.

  Long nails lightly caressed his biceps. “I am yours to claim, mate.”

  Nate smiled. “And I am yours to claim, my mate.”

  The caresses became more frantic, longer, sweeping every inch. Nate lavished attention on Ada’s beautiful full breasts, the dark nipples against creamy skin, he mouthed and tongued, sucked and nuzzled as one hand mapped her curves and legs. He loved her soft skin and the passion she put into everything she did. She was more than he could ever have imagined, ever dreamed off.

  Her neck fascinated him. He wanted to sink his canines in and leave his claiming
mark, but he loved the slender, pale column and couldn’t stop licking and nuzzling. Nate made his way down her slender, curved body finding lots of places that had his brownie gripping his hair and breathlessly crying out, like the swell of her stomach, her right hip just below the hip bone, and her inner thighs.

  And she wasn’t passive, stroking every bit of his flesh she could reach, pulling him up for kisses when she wanted, and man, he could drown in her lips!

  When he tasted her deep inside he growled at the distinct delicacy, lapping and enjoying the squeal and moans he elicited, the tugs on his hair, long nails digging into his shoulder and scalp.

  His brownie rewarded his talents and attention by coming for him, Nate lapping her up and enjoying every bit of feminine juice she gave. Nate crawled up her body and shared her juices with her, loving how she arched up into him, long arms wrapping around him and holding close.

  Then he growled in approval as she moved their bodies, wrapping her legs around his hips and positioning him at her entrance.

  He sunk inside her tight heat, muscles bunching, straining at the pressure, the exquisite hot silkiness that sucked him and squeezed him till he could barely move. It was the most amazing experience he’d ever felt.

  Panting, restraint lost, he eased inside, watching Ada’s flushed face, her head flung back, that silky, dark hair scattered like a halo around her. He stopped, stunned by this beauty beneath him, the one the Fates had given him. She was spectacular. Amazing. He was one fortunate son of a bitch.

  Then he felt it. A tingling that overtook his body, shaking him, vibrating through him. Ada gasped and their eyes locked.

  “Now, Nate, move.”

  Hell yeah! He did, moving fast and deep inside, groaning and grunting, the tingling sending him higher and higher, both moving together, feeling what the other did, connecting on levels unknown. Every thrust and movement brought them closer to their peak, the tingling filling every molecule of their bodies, binding them and when they came, it was together, Nate snarling and sinking his aching canines into that slender neck he adored. Ada cried out, her fingers clutching him, body convulsing around him and shocking them both into a second release.

  Finally, what felt like hours later, they separated, Nate licking his mark closed. He flopped onto his back but kept a hand on his brownie.

  “Holy shit,” he managed.

  “Hmm…” Ada panted softly. “That was…spectacular.”

  Grinning, he rolled onto his side and cupped her cheek. “Mate, what was that tingling?”

  Laughing, truly laughing, her entire face lighting up, she gently scraped long nails against his hairy chest.

  “Well, darling, that is the brownie mating tingle. Only brownies and their mates are fortunate enough to experience it. We are true mates, soul mates. Our bodies have connected fully, we will experience what the other feels—”

  “No, not if I’m fighting, right?” He didn’t want his mate hurt if he got injured fighting.

  “Yes, but you can close the connection, as can I. We cannot hear thoughts or mind control, but brownies connect emotionally.”

  “OK…so, every time we make love we’ll get that tingling?” He wiggled his brows enticingly.

  “Yes. Again, we can block…or enjoy our connection, feel what the other feels.”

  “I’m voting for leaving our connection wide open.” He pulled her close, tangling his fingers into her long hair. “You feel how much I love you, right? How I see you?”

  “I do, my protector wolf. And you feel this from me.”

  He did, and it was amazing. He was blessed on so many levels. He had a great family he’d always protect and be there for. He had a great bunch of comrades, friends he considered family, and his vampire, his companion whom he loved more than a brother.

  And now he was blessed with this amazing creature in his arms. He’d cherish and protect, follow her, stand by her, admire and run like hells when he was in trouble.

  His hand brushed over a beautiful breast. His brownie sucked in a breath and moved restlessly against him, tugging him closer. He scented her desire, he felt her need. Then felt her hand firmly grip his ass.

  “Yeah, I got ya, my brownie, give you whatever you need.”

  And he would. Forever.

  ~ About the Author ~

  Jo Palmer loves to spend her time writing, travelling and with family and friends. Jo has been writing since she was six years old and enjoys romance, suspense and everything supernatural!

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