Under
The Alpha's Protection by Doris O'Connor
Tags:
Erotic, Paranormal, Romance, BDSM
Blurb:
Nikita
Ashton and Raoul Saint Germain have been friends for five years, so
when Nikita is attacked, there is only one place she can run
to—straight into Raoul's arms.
Raoul
is the Alpha of his pack and he is furious that the woman he loves
has been harmed on his territory. Were it not for the fact that
Nikita does not believe in anything even remotely paranormal, his
wolf would have claimed her aeons ago.
Nikita
is in need of tender, loving care, not his baser needs that are
threatening to overtake him.
However,
when Nikita admits that she knows about his being in the lifestyle,
the Dom in him cannot resist the challenge to make her his
submissive.
Blissfully happy
in their new Dom/sub relationship, everything changes when Nikita is
kidnapped. Can Raoul get to her in time to save her life?
Adult
Excerpt:
"Drink,
squirt."
Nikita
didn't even think to argue, so enthralling was his deep voice, and
she drank the cool liquid eagerly, until he took the water bottle
away and his hot, firm lips touched hers. Her barely banked down
arousal flared into an inferno again, and she moaned when he broke
the kiss and licked along her jaw. His curiously rough tongue
reminded her of her cat at home, and created exquisite friction along
her sweat slicked skin.
"Get
on the bed for me and lie down on your front." The whispered
words into her ear galvanized her into action, and he murmured his
approval.
"Good
girl. I'm going to restrain you now, my sweet girl. Just your arms to
start with, and then I'm going to fuck you."
She
couldn’t stop her moan at those words, and he laughed, the sound so
low and sexy, Nikita was sure she could come from listening to his
voice alone. He ran a hand down her spine until he reached her butt,
and then he scraped his nails along the tender flesh. The burn was
pain and bliss all wrapped into one, and she jumped when he parted
her ass cheeks.
He
dropped a kiss on her anus and slipped a finger into her pussy
causing her to pant, and her internal muscles pulled tight, and tried
to draw the digit inside. Raoul laughed softly and slipped another
finger into her desperately clenching cunt at the same time as his
tongue pushed through the tight ring of her muscle that had never
been breached before. Warmth spread through her as that tongue probed
in tune with his fingers in her pussy. He took her right to the edge
and then withdrew.
"Nooooo."
The high-pitched wail leaving her mouth didn't sound like her voice
at all. Raoul paid no heed to her whimpering. Instead he grasped one
of her arms and pulled it upwards, and then there was the sound of
Velcro and something soft and thick wrapped around her wrist.
He
ran his finger underneath the restraint, and then his face appeared
in her blurry vision. Unlike earlier when her mind had played tricks
on her, this time round all she saw was Raoul in all his ruggedly
handsome glory. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his bare chest. He
must have somehow got undressed when she wasn't paying attention, too
caught up in the myriad of sensations he'd already coaxed from her
body.
If
this was what kinky sex did, then Nikita couldn't understand why more
people didn't embrace this lifestyle. Never in her life had she been
this turned on. Raoul repeated the process to her other arm until she
was tied and couldn't move.
"What's
your safe word, squirt?"
"Red,
but I don't need it. Please don't stop."
"Good
girl."
The
approval in his voice washed over her senses, and Nikita was close to
tears, so overwhelmed was she by the intensity of the moment.
With
her breasts squashed into the bed, her nipples chafed against the
cover, and she bucked when he slid his hands under her and pinched
each nipple in turn. With his naked chest pressed against her back,
exerting pressure on the left-over soreness there, Nikita felt owned,
and used, and she reveled in that feeling, as he rolled each hard nub
between his fingertips and pulled. Darts of arousal shot through her
body to her clit, and she couldn't help her breathless moan.
"Oh,
that feels so good."
He
kissed her shoulder and withdrew again. Tiny stings to her back made
her gasp. Each sting was soothed by soft lips.
"Turn
your head and look at us in the mirror. I want you to see me fuck
you. I want you to see my cock plundering your sweet cunt, so that
you'll know who owns you."
Instead
of appalling her, those words excited her further, and she dutifully
turned to look. Even though her vision was hazy she could see him
towering over her, his body so big and dark compared to her, and
every fiber of her being tensed when she caught the first glimpse of
his cock. Thick and long, it rose from its thatch of dark hair, his
heavy balls swinging underneath as he moved. Raoul took himself in
hand and stroked his dick from head to root with slow measured moves
that had her mewling anew.
"Beg
me for my cock, girl.
Tell me you want it. Tell me you're mine."
"Yes,
anything, please. I need you …. I need your cock … Sir."
The
tagged on address made him growl, and Nikita closed her eyes when he
placed several cushions under her hips until her ass was elevated.
"So
wet, so beautiful. Who owns this pussy, squirt?"
"You
do, Sir."
"Damn
fucking right, I do."
He
slid the thick head of his erection through her pussy lips, and
Nikita held her breath as his heat branded her. He repeated that
process over and over until Nikita wanted to scream and her nerve
endings were strung so tight, she could barely breathe. She yanked on
her restraints, but it was useless. When he finally breached her hole
it was with agonizing slowness that awakened every one of her vaginal
nerves, and she grit her teeth at the sensation of being filled and
stretched to capacity.
Author
Bio:
Glutton
for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least
that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out
that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler
and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children,
pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There
is always something better to do after all, like working on the
latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than
usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters
tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to
get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She
likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes
to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From
contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love
stories are guaranteed.
INTERVIEW
1. Please
tell us a little about yourself
First
off, thanks bunches for hosting me, Dee
What
can I say about lil old me? I'm a multi-published and dare I say it,
bestselling Erotic Author of all things naughty. I still have to
pinch myself at times, when I say that. To think that readers and
publishers alike enjoy the imaginings of my murky mind is humbling
and terrifying and awesome all rolled into one. After, all, this is
just me, doing what I love.
When
I'm not writing, I'm managing a busy household of eleven people, that
is Hubby and myself and our brood of nine. The eldest has now left
home, but that still leaves eight of them, plus two dogs, a cat, and
four gerbils.
We
live in the UK and Hubby/Sir and I recently celebrated our 24th
wedding anniversary. I write both contemporary and paranormal
stories, which nearly always have at least BDSM elements in them—I
can't think why….
*grins*
2. How
did you come up with the idea for your book?
As
so many of my stories this one started from a #TantalizingTuesdays
Flash. From the minute I wrote that flash, I knew it
needed expanding. An anthology submissions call gave me the kick up
the proverbial to get it written, but I very quickly realized that
there was too much story there to fit it into 10K anthology length,
so I wrote a different story for that one, and made Under the Alpha's
Protection a stand-alone.
Ironically
readers tell me they didn't want the story to end, and I've had
requests for a sequel, which I may or may not have to write. We shall
see…
3. When
did the characters first pop into your head?
I
run a regular Friday feature on my Facebook
page called Sexy Man Friday, and my hero Raoul
announced himself then. I took one look at his picture
and knew he was wolf shifter. Nikita popped into my head from the
above flash. They were both very insistent to their story told once I
started, and as per usual, it took on a life of its own.
4.Without
giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for
you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way?
Hah,
I'm a panster so there is no such thing as a straightforward story
for me. My characters always surprise me, none more so than Raoul in
this book. I knew this was a friends to lovers story, but I did not
intend for it to be a BDSM story. However once I started writing
Raoul made it very clear that he was a Dom.
Nikita
too had a few surprises in store for both myself and Raoul. She
turned out to be one of the strongest and most kick-ass heroines I've
ever written.
5. Do
you still find it easy to come up with different stories? You have a
lot of books out now!
Coming
up with the stories is never an issue. Finding the time to write them
is another matter! My muse will typically bombard me with snippets of
ideas all of the time. Some of those linger, others never get past
the oh, I really must write that stage, and others box
themselves to the front of the queue without any shame whatsoever
until I'm forced to sit down and write them.
6.Where
do you like to write?
In
my office overlooking the Mediterranean sea, whilst sipping cocktails
…
Oh,
you mean in real life? I have a desk in the corner of my living room,
but by far the most writing gets done on the settee, or my bed, when
everyone else is asleep.
7. Do
you read a lot?
Oh
yes. I've been reading from the minute I learnt how to, and I dare
say I'll be reading on my death bed. Reading is how I relax. I'm
either reading or writing, lol, and I have a huge TBR pile, which I
am adding to all the time!
8.
Who are some of your favourite authors?
Too
many to mention them all, but the immediate ones that spring to mind
are, Tymber Dalton, Cherise Sinclair, Cooper McKenzie, Ann Mayburn,
Jenika Snow, Tara Rose, Sandra Bunino, Hazel Gower, and many many
more.
9.
And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring
writers out there?
Write,
read, and write some more. Find *your* voice and never, ever give up.
If writing is in your blood, you won't be able to anyway.
Thanks for stopping by Doris :)
STALKING
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