Her Lion Protector [The Protectors 3] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Doris O'Connor

  “Fuck this. I’m out of here. I don’t need to stand here and listen to this. I’ve said my piece.” He took a deep breath and held out his hand to Rebecca.

  “Are you coming?”

  Her eyes widened, but she didn’t respond otherwise, and Leon shook his head. Swallowing down the bitter bile of his disappointment he turned around and strode from the room. Fuck them all to hell and back. What he wanted, needed to do was to shift, but it was the middle of the day and the village square was crowded. The humans would freak if they suddenly found a lion in their midst, so Leon kick started his bike instead. He shoved the helmet on his head, and revving the engine took off, dimly aware of the commotion behind him.

  Once he was out of the village he opened the throttle and let his bike go. Best feeling ever, next to shifting.

  Chapter Eleven

  By the time Rebecca got over her astonishment at Leon’s public declaration, he’d already taken off. The deep roar of his motorbike told of his departure, and she raced outside only to see his back end disappear down the bend.

  “Dammit, I need to go after him.”

  Panic made her screech the words, and Eva, who’d followed her outside, winced.

  “No need to shout, girl.” She whirled round to glare at her friend and Eva cocked her head to one side and grinned. “I see how it is. I thought you had the hots for him. I mean, who wouldn’t? But you are his mate, aren’t you?”

  Rebecca nodded, and wanted to scream her frustrations to the heavens.

  “Yes, I am but I keep fucking this up when he tells me. I’ve got to go after him. He’ll never forgive me if I don’t, but I’ll never catch him.”

  Eva grinned and walking up to her own motorbike, opened the compartment on the back and threw Rebecca a helmet.

  “Time to put your skills to the test. You crash my baby, I’ll hunt you down and kill you myself. Go, get your man.”

  Rebecca caught the helmet, and she knew she was staring at Eva openmouthed.

  “You’ll let me use your bike? But, it’s been years since I took my test, and…”

  “And you’ll be fine. I’d give you a lift, but I reckon he’ll go all overprotective lion on you, when he sees you, and my stomach isn’t up to that display. Just don’t crash her, and I’ll get her back later, when it’s safe to approach without seeing a porn show.”

  Eva winked at her, and Rebecca knew she’d blushed bright scarlet at the erotic images that conjured up in her head. Before Eva could change her mind, she fastened the helmet under her chin, and clambered onto the bike. It felt strange, exciting, and oddly comforting to be in charge of the powerful machine, and after an initial wobble she soon got the feeling of it, and once on the open road took off after Leon. She caught glimpses of him when he slowed down for the villages they passed through and took the corners at a much more sedate pace than she did. By the time she screeched to a halt in front of his cottage, and almost slid the bike, she was revved up on adrenaline. Her heart leapt in her throat, when he pushed away from his bike, and stalked toward her, looking absolutely murderous.

  She managed to get her helmet off and it fell to the ground with a thud, before several hundred pounds of enraged lion shifter towered over her. Before she could say anything at all, he’d picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. His lion’s angry growls vibrated through her, and the slap to her ass really, really hurt. It was followed by several more just as ouchy slaps that nonetheless sent her excitement spiraling out of control, as he barreled through the front door, and took the stairs three at a time.

  “What the fuck were you thinking, woman? You could have been killed riding like that. Jesus.” The room spun as he kicked his bedroom door shut, and flung her on the bed with so much force that she bounced. Her throat went dry when she took in the sight of him stood over her. Arms crossed over his massive chest, his nostrils flared and his eyes bled to the golden glow of his lion. She could practically see the animal prowling under his skin, and it was sexy as hell, to see him teetering on the edge of his control like that.

  “I-I…” she couldn’t form the words to explain herself, as her heart turned into a jackhammer. She was too aware of the fact that she was in his bedroom, on his bed, and that he looked as though he wanted to eat her, or spank her silly. His next words confirmed that assessment and Rebecca moaned under her breath.

  “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s red raw. How dare you be so reckless?” He pushed his long hair behind his ears and grabbing her ankles yanked her down the bed until her ass hung off the edge. Before she could even draw a breath in, he’d flipped her over and his hand came crashing down on her butt.

  “But, maybe that’s what you need. Is that it?” Again his hand came down on her ass, and heat bloomed under each of his swats. “I can see I’m going to have my hands full, teaching my girl how to behave.” Another two swats followed and then he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her to look at him.

  “You are my girl, right? To do with as I please? That’s why you came tearing after me?” Rebecca tried to nod, but his hold on her hair made that impossible, so she forced the words out.

  “Yes, I’m yours, Sir.” Heat flared in his eyes at her whispered reply, and emboldened by his reaction, she continued. ”Please, Sir, I’ve been a very naughty girl, and I need to be punished.”

  If possible his gaze grew even hotter, and Rebecca whimpered under the intensity of his gaze.

  “Yes, I can see that you would like that, pip. Tell me how should I punish you?” he asked, and shivers of anticipation rolled over her skin as his voice dropped an octave, and took on that edge of command that made her wet in seconds.

  There he was, the man she needed, craved with every fiber of her being, and Rebecca felt herself slipping deeper into her submissive headspace.

  “Any which way you choose to, Sir. I’m yours.”

  * * * *

  His lion calmed hearing the whispered words from his mate. There was no doubting the sincerity behind Rebecca’s words, and she went pliant under his hands when he stroked up and down her back and then squeezed her ass cheeks. The denim-covered globes called him, and his cock jerked in his jeans at the thought of taking her there, while he claimed her as his. First though they had to establish some ground rules. Putting herself in danger like that was not acceptable, not by any means. His blood ran cold just recalling the moment it dawned on him who the rider behind him was. He should have stopped his bike and given her what for then, but he didn’t think he could have kept his paws off of her, had he done that.

  At least this way he got her in the privacy of his home to do with as he pleased. The fact that she was here—willingly submitting to him—was a heavy aphrodisiac indeed, and he adjusted his rock-hard dick away from the zipper of his jeans.

  “Any which way I please, you say, girl. That’s a dangerous thing to say to a Dom, pip. Has no one ever told you that?”

  Rebecca raised her head to look at him, and he reached across to swipe her hair off her face better to read her expression. The trust that shone out of her chestnut eyes humbled him. Considering all the perverted things he wanted to do to her, he wasn’t at all sure he deserved that. Then again, she wasn’t that shy, inexperienced girl anymore. Unbeknown to her Leon had done his research. The tiger shifter who trained her had sent over a detailed list of her soft and hard limits at Leon’s request. He never would have done so had it not been for their shared past. It certainly helped that Leon had trained under the man himself, when he had first honed his skills. That knowledge had done nothing to curb the raging jealousy Leon had felt at the thought of his mate submitting to someone else.

  “Yes, they have, but I trust you, Sir.” Rebecca offered him a tentative smile, and he grinned right back at her like some lovesick fool.

  “Anything I should know right now, before we proceed?” he asked.

  “No, Sir…please, just make me yours. I feel so wretched about everyth
ing…you know…from before…”

  Her voice trailed off and she blinked away tears, and again he was floored by her honesty.

  “Well, we can’t have that.” Leon murmured the words and unsheathing the claw on his index finger, ran it lightly up and down her neck. Rebecca’s heartbeat went wild, and she held her breath when he released more of his claws, and sliced her shirt wide open. The pale, soft skin of her back called him. Separated by the thin line of her bra strap, it begged for his attention, and with a grin in her direction he bent down to run his beard over the soft flesh.

  “Please…”

  Rebecca’s soft plea made his lion roar as the beast inhaled deeply. Her scent intensified the longer he simply drank her in, and using the remains of her T-shirt he ran them up her arms until he reached her wrists. With a few deft movements he had her arms tied above her head. Leon lifted off her and admired his handiwork. The soft sheen of arousal already showed on Rebecca’s skin, and he knew she would be wet for him.

  “Please what, pip?” He lowered his voice on purpose, and Rebecca moaned when he pulled on her bra strap and pinged it back down. It made a rather satisfying loud snap, and her pale skin marked beautifully. He indulged himself by doing this a few more times, until her hips wriggled in unspoken need.

  He swatted her ass again with enough force to push her up the bed, and Rebecca tried to push up.

  “Oh, no you don’t. You’ll lie there and take this for me, girl, won’t you?”

  Rebecca groaned, but she sank back into the covers, and he grinned to himself. He would have to hurry this along. His beast was far too on edge to string this out, but, by god, he would paddle that ass of hers.

  “I can’t hear you, girl.”

  “Yes, Sir, I will.” She squealed when he pulled her up by her bra strap until she was kneeling on the floor in the front of him. The delicate blue lace barely concealed her pert breasts, and her nipples called him. They hardened further under his scrutiny, and he lifted her head up by grasping her chin. With her arms tied in front of her and gazing up at him she looked utterly stunning, and far too tempting. Her gaze strayed to his groin as he adjusted himself again and she licked her lips, making his lion salivate.

  “I should paddle your ass, until you can’t sit down for a week, but then that’s what you want me to do, so where would the punishment be in that.” A whimper escaped Rebecca at his words, and her eyes widened when he unsnapped his jeans, and released his aching erection.

  He hissed through his teeth at the sheer relief of being free, and stepped closer until his dick touched Rebecca’s face. Her hot breath ghosted across the sensitive tip of his cock, and he swallowed a groan, when she licked across his slit without being asked.

  “Fuck, pip, you better make this good.” Leon yanked his jeans down his legs, pulled his tee over his head and sat down heavily on the bed. Rebecca scooted closer, and nostrils flaring opened her mouth wide to take in as much of him as she could. She whimpered when he bottomed out in her mouth, and she swallowed around his cock.

  Wrapping his hand in her hair he kept her there, gazes locked together. The sight of her lips stretched wide around his girth send his lion wild.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured and her eyes widened when his claws ran out and pierced her scalp, and she renewed her efforts around his cock, as he fucked her mouth.

  His orgasm built in record time, and she moaned and swallowed when the first spurts of his cum ejected out of his prick. His lion roared his completion, and he yanked her off his dick, and let the rest of his cum spurt over her still lace-covered chest.

  The possessive animal in him roared in pride at seeing her thus marked, and using his claws he ripped the bra off her, and threw her back onto the bed. Her jeans and underwear followed the same fate, and dropping on his knees he spread her thighs wide so that he could feast his eyes on her cunt.

  Her inner lips opened for him, and he grinned at the pink, dewy flesh.

  “So fucking wet for me already. I wonder what you’ll do if I do this.” Flinging her legs over his shoulder, he buried his nose in her pretty pussy and inhaled.

  Unintelligible sounds spilled from his girl’s lips when he ran his stubble across her inner thigh, and licked along her slit. Leon groaned and his dick hardened anew when her sweet musk exploded on his tongue. Rebecca’s heels dug into his back, and she ground herself against his mouth, as he licked, and nibbled and thrust his tongue inside her clenching pussy hole. A gush of her feminine arousal was his reward, and his lion alternated between purring and growling as he drank his fill. Grasping her hips to hold her still, Leon took her right up to the point of climaxing before he bit into her inner thigh and withdrew.

  Rebecca swore, and bowed off the bed as far as she could. Her bound hands clenched in his long hair, and she tried to urge him back down, but he laughed and wrenching free of her grasp, took her hands and pulled them back above her head.

  “Oh, no you don’t, pip. This is punishment, remember. You will not come until I give you permission to, and you will keep your hands out of my way, or I’ll tie them so tightly you will not be able to move at all.”

  “Noooo, please….” Head thrashing from side to side and with yet more of her juices spilling over her thighs and running into her butt cheeks, her entire body flushed, she looked just like he wanted her to. A woman on the edge, desperate to come, yet not allowed to.

  “Oh, I think you mean yes, Sir.” He smirked and reached down to grasp her nipples and the surrounding tissue in his hands. Rebecca screamed when he pulled hard, and her back arched off the bed, yet she kept her hands were he’d placed them. The white-knuckled grip she had on the bedcovers made him grin, as did her shallow breathing, and the way her now hugely engorged clit quivered in need. Her pussy hole clenched and released, as she grew wetter still. Oh yes, his defiant little mate was as turned on by this as he was.

  “Did you not tell me I can punish you any way I see fit, girl?” He yanked harder on her tits, and Rebecca’s mouth opened in a silent plea as her breathing grew heavy, and her eyes clouded over. It was almost too easy, the way she sunk into subspace for him. The harder he pinched and kneaded her breasts the deeper she slipped into her happy space, and bending down he bit the side of her breast hard.

  “God, yeeesss. More…please, Sir. I need…” The rest of what she was going to say was lost in a long drawn-out scream when he did the same to her other side and then sunk his cock into her pussy. Like a warm, velvet, fist, her cunt gripped his shaft and he groaned and allowed himself a few shallow strokes, before the ripples along his dick told him how close she was to coming again.

  Rebecca moaned her denial, and he tortured them both by grasping his dick and running it up and down her slit. He circled her clit with just enough pressure to keep her hovering, before he grasped her hips and ran his slick dick all the way up to her anus. Coated as it was in her arousal it wouldn’t take much at all to slip in and his vision dimmed with the need to do just that, but he wanted to torture her a bit first.

  He sunk back into her pussy instead, and Rebecca bucked against him, only to scream when he once again withdrew.

  “Look at me, girl.” Leon growled the words, his voice more animal than human, and when Rebecca opened her eyes and her passion filled gaze sought his, he knew she saw his lion look down on her.

  * * * *

  Caught in complete sensation overload, Rebecca latched onto Leon’s deep voice as he ordered her to look at him. With her legs spread at an obscene angle, even the cold air rushing across her wet cunt hurt. She was so close, so damn close, yet he kept her hovering on that painful ledge. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge, but not without his approval. She so desperately wanted to please him, the need consumed her.

  It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that she stared at his lion when she finally managed to pry her eyelids open. Half shifted, with his eyes softly glowing, and his mouth bearing razor sharp teeth when he smiled down at her, she should have b
een terrified, but the opposite was true. She grew pliant under his heated gaze and her body tingled in need for this man. Leon grew taller, bulkier and her mouth went dry when he reached down and fisted his erection. He had been big before when she had gone down on him, and he stretched her in impossible ways when he’d rammed that cock into her pussy, but he grew bigger and wider in front of her eyes.

  Another whimper escaped Rebecca, and she didn’t know what words were spilling from her mouth. All she did know was that she wanted him desperately, and she needed to come.

  “Soon, baby, soon. I want you so wet for me that you can take all of me, and when I claim your ass, I’ll sink my teeth into your flesh and make you mine. I’ll fill every one of your holes, and mark every inch of your skin, until everyone knows who you belong to.”

  “Please…Sir…please, god, do it already.”

  The most sinful, if not to say evil smile lit up his harsh features and he shook his head. Leon brought one clawed hand into her vision and the bed dipped as he knelt next to her.

  “I told you already. You need to be punished first, and I promised you to mark that skin”

  Her heart threatened to beat itself out her chest, as he grasped her chin and kissed her. His canines grazed her lips and the metallic taste of her own blood invaded her mouth. Leon groaned and deepened the kiss, while he ran his claws down her throat and into the valley of her breasts.

  The action left a path of burning pleasure pain behind, and Rebecca tried to shut her legs to ease the throb between her thighs, but Leon shoved his muscled thigh between her legs and stopped her. Rebecca screamed into the kiss he gave her, as his clawed hand dug into her breasts, and he squeezed her nipple hard. The already sore nub throbbed in exquisite pain, and sent waves after waves of pure sexual need to her clit.