The Alpha's Protective Mate

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Charlotte Sanguinite

His c**k springs out, and the sheer girth and size of it has me staring in shock. That can’t fit inside me. I know it can’t.

But Robert is moving, and he guides his c**k to the entrance of my p***y and begins pushing his way inside. It’s an uncomfortable fit. It’s too thick. But I find myself falling back on the counter, supported only by my forearms, my lips apart.

I can feel it.

As it drives deeper inside me, I can feel every inch of it. The pain and pleasure are intermixed, and I feel so helpless and needy as he drives his way in. My p***y is swallowing that huge monster, and I make a broken sound.

When I feel the slap of his balls against my skin, I realize he managed to fit.

“R—Robert,” I moan his name. “Please…Please move.”

I’m so ridiculously full, but I crave the sensation, the burn and the pain, and that wild pleasure that’s just on the cusp.

He does move, and a scream leaves my mouth as he pulls out and slams back inside me. There is no gentleness, no soft words, no reassurances. He’s f*****g me like a man on a mission, and I just open my legs wider for him.

I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

As he pistons in and out of me, my eyes roll to the back of my head, cries spilling out of me. Three pumps and he has me orgasming. He doesn’t stop, f*****g me through it.

“Harder,” I moan, wanting him to be rougher, needing more contact with him.

He seems to know what I’m craving because he scoops me up, c**k still in me, and brings me over to the kitchen table, which is wider. Positioning me on my back, one hand now in my hair again, he yanks my head, making my back arch and reaching a spot inside of me that I didn’t know existed.

This heat between us is explosive.

“Robert!” I sob.

“f**k, you’re tight,” he groans, his mouth on my chest, my n*****s.

He’s biting my skin aggressively, and I can smell my blood where he breaks the skin. But the pain drives me on. It makes me wilder. My legs wrap around his neck, my nails scoring his back, his arms.

I can smell his blood as my nails do their own fair share of damage.

I feel his body tense, and in a fit of passion, he pulls me forward, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck. The pleasure is intense, and my hips are moving against him as I let out a wanton sound. He unloads inside me, and the sensation of him coming has me falling over the edge once more.

My body goes limp as the aftershocks of the o****m radiate within me.

I feel Robert’s arms around me, and we’re moving, but I feel hazy now, my body having been driven to the brink of exhaustion. I’ve never experienced anything this intense, and it’s almost as if my body has decided to shut down for a while. Try as I might, I can’t keep my eyes open.

At some point, I feel him running something like a wet cloth over my naked body, but then I’m warm again, his body pressing against mine, and I let myself pass out.

******

My body is aching when I wake up.

Groaning, I turn onto my side and curl into a ball. Mano chooses that moment to jump on my hip and start making biscuits.

“Dude,” I complain. “Mano, no. Get off me!”

But no amount of protesting gets Mano to stop. She’s purring loudly, and her claws are digging into my hip with each press of her paws. When she realizes I’m not going to move, she decides to take another approach.

Suffocating me by sitting on my face is one of her favorite tactics to get me to wake up.

“Fine!” I shout hoarsely. “I’m up! I’m up! Will you stop trying to murder me?!”

Her mission accomplished, Mano jumps to the bedroom floor and waits for me. I push the bed sheet off, only to find myself completely naked and bruised from head to toe.

For one brief, horrifying moment, I come to the worst possible conclusion. Then, as my eyes raise to survey the room, I see a small, dainty-looking basket of flowers lying on my dressing table.

It takes me less than a second to recall everything from last night, and I feel the blood drain from my body.

Oh, dear God.

What have I done?

I sink back on the bed, the bruises, the aches, everything making much more sense. Why didn’t I slam my head into the wall before I let Robert Montgomery anywhere near me yesterday? Why did I even let him into my apartment? I wasn’t that drunk when we got here!

I turn my head to the right and see that the sheets are crumpled, as if somebody has been there.

He slept here?

I bury my face in my hands. He didn’t get dressed and go home? He decided to spend the night?!

How is this situation progressively getting worse?!

When Mano puts her paws on the bed and nudges me with her head, impatiently, I look at her tearfully. “Do you mind? My life is falling apart here.”

She gives me a judgmental glance before slinking back to the floor and trotting away. Seconds later, I hear the sound of her steel food bowl clanging on the ground, as if to tell me my problems don’t trump her breakfast time.

I force myself to sit up, swallowing my cries as my body aches in new ways. When I see Mano peeking through the doorway, I mutter, “I love you and all, but dang, you can be a b***h sometimes.”

The response is another meow, which is probably her insulting me right back.

I don’t know how I get to my feet. My legs feel weak, and I nearly fall down twice. I have to grip the furniture to walk, my lower body hurting like anything.

“I should have knocked him out with a frying pan,” I mumble to myself. “One smack and none of this would have happened. Should have tossed him out on his ass. Oh, God, he’s going to kill me!”

I grip the door frame, my chest feeling cold with dread now, remembering how I drank from him.

I slump to the floor, the recollection of this little tidbit of information sapping me of all strength. How am I still alive?

I, a vampire, drank an Alpha’s blood. My head shouldn’t even be attached to my body right now.

When Mano comes over to investigate why I’m not responding to her little tantrum, I let out a strangled sound. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about me feeding you anymore, Mano. I’ll probably be dead by tomorrow.”

To an outsider, it may seem like I’m being overdramatic, but wolf shifters never let vampires drink from them. I don’t know why Robert didn’t react the way any other wolf shifter would have. Why did he let me do that? Why am I still breathing right now? And where is he?