My Protector

Am I in a dream?

So, the rest of the day? How did that go?

I had to question weather or not I was dreaming, when I woke up the next morning.

After our coffee, my parents and I took Alastair shopping for new cloths. I let him choose his own style. He did grow up watching us as Hugo, so apparently he’s been planning for a while.

Very, skater boy, meets Bieber. I have no complaints.

Black jeans, band tees, vans, and button up shirts seemed to be my mates thing.

Alastair also fallowed me into Clair’s, and I convinced him to pierce his right ear.

The more we explored the mall, the more I realized, that Alastair is still the Same Hugo I’ve always cherished. Except without paws.

Hugo has always been right by my side, as I grew up. Every step of the way. Every skinned knee. Every ugly cry, and every birthday.

The best birthday gift I could have ever received, is walking around the mall, with my best friend beside me. On two legs.

That afternoon, mom and dad took us to a local Hawaiian bar and barbecue. It was just like any other night out to eat. We use to bring Hugo, out to eat anyway. He has always been huge, but Hugo was also very well table trained. We would sit outside, and feed him scraps from the table.

The only difference tonight, was that he could talk back to us, and sit at the table. As Alastair, his table manners mimicked my father’s.

“I knew you were watching me eat, all these years. You sly, dog you.” My father joked as he and Alastair pulled chairs out, for my mother and I.

Alastair grinned, rhythmically moving in unison with my dad. They sat down across from us, and unfolded their napkins together with an eerily identical wrist flip.

“Where else would I learn it from?” Alastair grinned.

“Certainly not those two.” Dad laughed, watching mom and I fuss over the drink menu.

“Mom, I have planned this since before I turned 13. Please, please let me get the strawberry Daiquiri.”

“Baby, you can have a Daiquiri anywhere in America. There is only one drink on these islands that is better than in any other state.”

“Why would a Pina Colada taste and different here, than in California, or even North Carolina?”

“Because the fruit comes right off the tree, and into your glass!”

“Why can’t she just get both?” Alastair chimed in.

“I agree, it is her birthday after all.” Dad dittos.

“It is settled than. We will try every liquor mix on the menu.” Mom shouted, slapping the menu back down on the table. Mom liked to drink. Her chaotic, and wide eyed excitmet challenged my father’s disaplined, and orderly behavior, but really I think it excites him.

“What ever you say, dear.” He Replied, slightly hesitant.

“Are… Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Alastair fixed his expression on my mom, who’s wavy shoulder length hair, swayed with anticipation. Mom’s eyes darted from me, to Alistair, and back at my father. All the while nodding yes.

“I want to Get her wasted. She can drink now. I’ve never seen my daughter drunk!” mom exclaimed dripping with enthusiasm.

“MOM! That’s so weird. Oh, my god.” I complained.

“No! I mean... but” mom studdered; trying to find the right words. Our table erupts with laughter.

“I birthed myself a best friend, and I have just waited sooo long, to get drunk with you!”

“You do know I’ve been drunk before, right?”

“NOT LEGALLY!”

Dad Shushed her, and waved his hand to signal her to keep her voice own. She slapped the hand that feeds her away with a half hearted glare.

“I already said you could! Who are you trying to convince? The family dog?” Dad laughed.

“haha. Very funny, Greg.” Alastair chuckled. The sound of his laugh, rang like wind chimes in my head. I want nothing more than to hear him laugh for all eternity. Jeda howled inside my head with desire, and our eyes met. So this... This is the mate bond.

Sparks seemed to pop inside our minds, as we both lost each other from across the booth. It was like time had stopped. Neither of us could pay attention to the conversation after that. My parents bickered and flirted like the old married couple they are. Alistair and I were completely lost inside one another’s eyes.

I can’t wait to mark him. Jeda sighed with adoration.

I couldnt help but to think that the feeling was mutual.

“Well, It’s up to you Tabby. Would you like to try every drink on the menu?” My mother’s voice seemed to pull me out of my trance.

I turn towards her and her face was inches from my own. Awaiting a reply. She reminded me of a puppy sometimes. My silly, mom.

“Oh, yeah… um no. I will have one Pina Colada, one Margarita, and one banana daiquiri. Ok, mom?”

“Alright, sweetheart. That sounds pretty reasonable. I thought it was strawberry though." She chuckled.

Towards the end of dinner, and three Pina Colada’s latter, I was feeling pretty tipsy. My mom seemed to be getting drunk tired, so I switched seats with my dad, so that I was sitting next to Alastair. Father called for the check, and turned towards me.

Alastair had wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I was leaning comfortably into him. it felt as though our bodies were made to fit together.

“Before he comes back with the check. I believe It is time for your birthday present.” Dad announced.

“Time fer, berfday, present.” Mom slurred with a mock stern expression. She waved her finger around the table. My father looked down at her amused.

“Where is it dear?” Dad asked.

“its riiiiighht,” mom moved her finger searchingly around at all of us. “here!” she exclaimed while dramatically pulling a long black box from her purse. It was an intricate little box, with a purple, sequence ribbon. Dad Gently pulled the box from moms hands, and placed it in front of me.

“Go ahead, Tabitha.” Dad smiled.

I pulled the ribbon slowly, and lifted the lid, to find purple tissue paper covering what must be the most beautiful locket I have ever seen.

“We bought it, before your doggo was your manno.” Mom whispered not so quietly. Alistair rolled his eyes.

The locket was white gold, and emerald. It had two crescent moons, framing a full moon. The emerald sat gracefully in the center. I carefully lifted the small latch, on the right side of full moon. Inside the locket, was an old family picture of all four of us. I looked to be about 5 years old, and my cheek rests on top of puppy Hugo’s head. Mom and dad both stood behind us grinning from ear to ear. It was so Hallmark I almost laughed. Happy tears formed in my eyes, and I looked around me at my wonderful loving family.

“omg, thank you!” I cried. “This is amazing. I have to say, the real gift,” I sniffled. “Is being here on this pineapple, paradise, island with all of you.” I started to cry, and I felt Alistair pull me close.

“Well you are a sappy drunk, aren’t you.” Dad laughed. “There is more, Honey.”

I looked under the tissue paper, to find an even smaller thin, back box. I looked at my dad quizzically. Tilting my head to the side.

“I figured, you will need your own place when we get home.” Dad explained, as I opened the box. There were tree keys on one pink bedazzled key ring.

‘After I called the Alpha this morning, and explained the situation, he had a three bedroom cottage set up for the two of you, though I expect Bec will want you in the pack house. The car key is for your own Jeep. You were getting that either way.” Dad explained. I looked at my parents in awe.

“It’s blue, and starts with a BUTTON.” Mom added, booping me on the nose from across the table.

“I don’t .. I don’t know what to say.” I stuttered.

“Thank you.” Alastair said, matching my tone.

“You are welcome. Both of you.” Dad replied. The waiter walked up with the recipe, and dad handed me the debit card. It was then that I realized, the card was in my name.

“From here on out, this card will have your monthly allowance. Just until your done with school. Alistair will be joining our pack, with the elders blessing. We already found you a good job, son.” Dad smiled as he stood and helped my mom out of the booth. Alastair grinned, and stood to help me from my own chair.

“Daddy, I don’t know how to thank you.” I cried.

“Get your degree, kid. That will be thanks enough.” Dad hugged me. “Happy birthday, baby.” He said and kissed the top of my head.

“Yeah yeah, I gave birth 21 years ago, and our kid is great. Let’s go home and chill in the hot tub.” Mom swayed as she walked towards the door.

“Uhh. I think it’s straight to bed with you tonight, hot momma.” My Dad said as he Released our hug.

With that, mom and dad took the black SUV back to the beach house, and Alistair and I decided to walk home via moon lit beach. My hand was on his, and I was just sober enough to appreciate the walk.

“You know. I haven’t kissed you since this morning.” Alistair said out of no where.

“You can kiss me when ever you want.” I answered almost to quickly. He chuckled, and turned me to face him, using his hand to caress my face.

“I… I want you to kiss me all over.” I breathed, while loosing myself in his eyes again. Alastair bent down ever so slightly, and pressed his lips against my own. I bit his bottom lip, and he growled in excitement and delight.

Our mouths opened, hungrily drinking each other in. He tasted exactly how he smelled. Sweet and citrusy. It was far more intoxicating than any of the alcohol I consumed that night.

My hands wandered underneath Alastair’s button down shirt, to feel his chiseled abbs.

“This… isn’t weird for you?” He asked through our kiss. I pulled away and looked at him, tilting my head curiously.

“What? Why?” I asked slightly taken back.

“Yesterday, I had a tail… and I was technically your pet.” He explained.

I laughed, and crashed my mouth back into his.

“It was at first, but now… you are still you. The same companion, I have had my whole life.” I kissed his cheek under his eye.

“And sweetest man. You will always be my pet.” I growled seductively, while moving hands further down his abdomen. His eyes went black with desire, and I could see straight through them to his wolf. I am sure he could see Jeda, through my eyes as well.

Alastair’s hands dropped to my ass, and his lips once again fell upon my own. He lifted me up so that my legs wrapped around him, and I could feel his hardened member through his jeans, rubbing against my panties under my skirt. We both moaned at the friction. That was when Jeda completely took my over with desire. I gripped him with my legs and pushed him to the sand, dry humping his c**k. He steadied my hips, and hooked his finger inside my underwear. I gasped as he inserted his finger inside my lady folds. Moaning, and begging for more, as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“Your so f*****g warm, and wet.” Alastair growled. I cold feel the tip of his p***s, poking out from under his belt, and I used my own hand to gently caress his throbbing manhood.

“Ahh, your still a virgin?” He asked, as he messaged my Hymen with his finger.

“I was waiting for you.” I sighed as I unlatched his belt with my other hand. “and this moment, is absolutely perfect.”

Alistair moaned in approval, as I clenched my fist around his d**k.

“I want you.” He begged, ripping the center of my underwear out.

I gently rubbed the length of His shaft between the folds of my vulva, making us both cry out in pleasure.

“I need you.“ I sigh through my moans.

“You have me, Tabitha. You have me wrapped around your- ooohhh” I cut him of by attempting to slide him inside of me. It did hurt a little, because I have never had a p***s in there before. I could feel myself resisting slightly as the tip of his member stretched my fleshy cushion. Instead of crashing down on him right away, I steadily moved my hips in a slow circle carefully easing myself on top of him. This felt so good, that I barely noticed the stretching pain. Alastair groaned loudly, and held the rhythm to my hips. His head fell back and a howl escaped his open mouth.

I took the opportunity to crash my hips into his, calling out his name, I took in all of him at once. a mixture of pain and pleasure erupted between my legs.

Now make him ours forever. -Jeda

How.

I will take care of it. -Jeda

Jeda took over, and while still syncing with his thrusts, bent down and bit Alastair hard on the neck. Not letting go. In return, I felt Alastair bite down by the back of my neck as well. Overwhelming shick waves released through our entire bodies. Making us bith shake involuntary. We climaxed together, as we became one.

After the earth shattering orgasm, ran it’s course, I released my bite, and licked his wound. I felt him do the same. I shivered as he licked All the way back to my lips. His member still inside me, I opened my mouth and kissed him fully. I could feel him beginning to grow again.

Alistair growled, and flipped me on my back in the sand. He held my hips in the air, and plowed into me, making me cry out. My head flew back and I arched my back. Staring at the stars.

Alastair’s right hand moved from my ass, to my front. Rubbing small circles on my clit with each thrust into me.

The walls of my p***y, gripped tightly around him. Orgasm after orgasm seized my body, until I felt him c*m hard again. Alastair’s body fell gracefully atop my own, in exhaustion. He slipped out of me, and made a tired whine in the base of my neck, where his mark was newly visible.

“Is it time for bed, bud?” I painted, kissing the top of his head.

“That depends. Are you gonna rub me down with coconut oil first?” he mumbled, as he breathed in my sent.

“Only if you want me too.” I laughed.

After about an hour laying beside each other under the stars, we finally got to our wobbly feat, and walked the last mile to the beach house.

We arrived, to find my screan door open, and candles lit around my hammock, and in my bedroom. There was a note on the patio table beside my hammock.

Don’t have too much fun, kids. The beach house is yours for the night. Please keep all heinous activities, segregated to your bedroom and patio. Mom and I will be back in the morning.

-love, Dad

“awwe, dad.” I exclaimed out loud.

“huh.” Alastair shrugged from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“What?” I giggled as he nibbled softly behind my ear.

“I didn’t know I could read.” He laughed back.

The rest of the night we tested each other’s bodies. Pushing our own limits, and finding out what we liked, and wgat we didn't. Laughing and moaning, until we finally passed out on the queen sized feather bed…. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were less feathers in the mattress than before.