Free Protector: The Elect, Book 1 by Loribelle Hunt

when he was offering her what she’d always dreamed of? She was torn. Would he challenge her and cherish her? Or try to rule her as he ruled the Elect? She knew he would take her in ways she had only dreamed of. Tease her to wanton abandon.  
    “Brax,” she groaned, grinding against the hard cock pressed to her belly. “Stop teasing me.”  
    His leg slid between her thighs again, rubbing against her begging core, as he moved to trail biting, little kisses down her neck.  
    “This isn’t teasing, baby.” Hot breath feathered over her skin, making her tremble. “This is tasting .” Teeth nipped hard. “Savoring.”  
    No, this was agony, and she wanted ecstasy. She was on fire, burning for him, for the pleasure she knew he could bring her. And if he wouldn’t get on with it, she would. Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt. He froze. She was shaking, but she got them undone and exposed his broad, hard chest. Sighing, she leaned in to do some tasting of her own. He was warm, a bit salty, and oh, so male. She could get addicted to his unique flavor, but she wanted more.  
    She slid her hands down his chest, over his rigid abdomen to hover over the button at the top of his jeans. Groaning, he thrust his pelvis against her hand and she unsnapped his jeans, pulled down his zipper, but hesitated, suddenly unsure.  
    “Don’t stop now, angel,” he growled.  
    The yearning in his voice urged her on, and she reached inside the open edges of his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so her fingers moved straight to the rigid flesh of his cock. She moaned as her fingers wrapped around him, stroked him, but it wasn’t enough. He’d tasted her. Now she wanted a turn.  
    She slowly dropped to her knees, dragging his jeans down his thighs as she did, until he jutted out in front of her at eye level. She never would have thought she’d find a man’s erection so beautiful, so enticing. Thick and hard, proud and throbbing. She wrapped one hand around the base and clutched his thigh with the other. A drop of semen pearled on the tip, and she couldn’t resist leaning forward to lap it up, rubbing her tongue over the slit when he jerked in her grip.  
    “Now who’s teasing?”  
    She covered the head of his cock with her mouth and sucked, stroking her hand up his shaft as she did. He gasped, his muscles flexing, and sounded almost as if he was in pain. She looked up at him through her lashes. He watched her with blazing, greedy eyes, and she sucked hard, pulling more of him into her mouth. He was so thick she couldn’t take much.  
    She retreated until he almost popped free, then slid down again, moving her hand at the same time. His hands clenched in her hair, but he didn’t force himself deeper or faster. He let her explore. Let her lick and suck until finally he groaned and pulled her off him, to her feet.  
    The protest lodged in her throat when he growled at her again, almost ripping her jeans and panties off, and lifted her against the wall. Why complain when he was giving her what she wanted?  
    He didn’t give her any warning, didn’t stop to make sure she was ready, but then, she doubted he needed to. She wasn’t shielding her emotions, was doing nothing to hide the fire raging through her. One hard, fast thrust, and he was filling her. She clung to his hips with her thighs, her hands digging into his shoulders, and hoped for a wild ride, but he didn’t move. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze.  
     
    Brax wasn’t sure if he could control the fury of lust consuming him. He’d never experienced anything like this, never imagined it. Part of him wanted to go slow, to shower her with tender devotion. But the other part was primitive and driving. She was fighting him, fighting the mating, and the primal heart of him wouldn’t tolerate it. The only thing that held the predator back was the expression on her face, the look in her eyes.  
    She was dazed. Consumed with the same mating lust he