Mine to Protect

  E.V. Olsen

  Copyright © 2022 by E.V. Olsen

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  The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

  Edited by: Cherie Mathis

  Published by E.V. Olsen

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  Contents

  1. Tropes & Trigger Warnings

  2. Let's Be Besties

  3. Chapter 1

  4. Chapter 2

  5. Chapter 3

  6. Chapter 4

  7. Chapter 5

  8. Chapter 6

  9. Chapter 7

  10. Chapter 8

  11. Chapter 9

  12. Chapter 10

  13. Chapter 11

  About the Author

  Also By E.V. Olsen

  Tropes & Trigger Warnings

  TROPES

  Age gap, MM dark romance, OTT (over the top) alpha male, possessive/protective love interest, praise kink

  TRIGGER WARNINGS

  This book contains some themes that may be distressing to readers including: dubcon, descriptive sex scenes, impact play, violence (not between love interests).

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  Chapter 1

  Sweat glistens against the blue-black tattoo inked into Rex's left forearm. It flexes with each thrust, making it harder for me to study the dumb scrolling letters—something they used before the pandemic—trying to figure out what it says as he fucks my ass.

  I asked about it before, but all I get is that it was from his time in the military. And fuck knows if he’ll ever elaborate beyond that.

  Still, focusing on the words written into the skull and snake image is better than listening to him ramble about how I'm "his" or some shit again. As if his claim over me is gonna soften me somehow.

  Fuck that.

  "Maybe next I tell you to do something, you'll fucking listen for once." Rex shows no mercy as he slams in with each word, making me slide against the table.

  I focus on the wall straight ahead, hiding my smirk.

  It’s been the same shit/different day for the past three months.

  Rex barks orders and I tell him to fuck off. Sometimes he lets me get away with it. Other times, like now, he reminds me "who I belong to” with one of his big-ass hands holding my neck down, pinning me like a bug stuck under glass while his other is planted a few inches from my face.

  I grunt and take it, barely listening to his latest lecture. I love pissing off the bastard, and with the way he’s growling, I must've pissed him off real good this time.

  Except Rex has taken to blue-balling me lately. He gets me hard as stone, leaking, and desperate to finish. Then doesn’t let me.

  Orgasm denial he calls it.

  Hate this shit.

  What’s worse, my feelings are changing. Too fast. And they’re freaking me out. I don’t even understand half the shit going on in my head when it comes to him.

  So, I keep being a defiant prick, telling myself I’m too used to being on my own, on relying on myself. I’ve been doing it for six years.

  Maybe even longer.

  Hell, surviving with my prick of a father wasn’t easy.

  Rex's hand vanishes.

  A loud crack sounds, then fire flickers across my ass like lava. I grunt, biting back the moan trying to escape.

  Fuck yes. Keep spanking me, asshole.

  "You listening?" His fingers dig into the fresh sting.

  "Nope."

  A barrage of harsh smacks rock me into the table.

  I whine and arch higher, begging silently for more. But he won't give me what I want. Rex knows spanking just gets me hornier.

  If only I hadn’t come last week from the impact alone, the asshole might not have figured out how much I really like it.

  He lets go of my neck, then grabs my hips hard enough to bruise as I brace myself against the table. He rails into me, slamming so hard my toes leave the ground.

  I can't stop the pathetic moans bursting out with each thrust or the drool dripping down my chin. Heat pulses through me, but it ain't enough to make me pop. Instead, my aching dick twitches as he nails my sweet spot over and over.

  "P-please. . ." I gasp before I can stop.

  Hate when I slip up like that.

  The first night together, I was lost in the new sensations. I’d never been fucked before. Never touched or sucked. Rex was my first in every way, and I begged like crazy.

  It's why I wanted him gone the next morning. Well, out of the bedroom at least. He’d said something about food, so I thought he’d be cooking, and I was so tired I fell asleep.

  I woke up alone and freaked the fuck out. I fell on the kitchen floor hyperventilating, ribs hurting, head pounding. Shit. I could barely breathe. Even puked.

  It took forever to calm down enough to move, then I grabbed whatever food Rex had left on the table and tracked him down, wanting to stab the asshole for ditching me.

  I cried most of the trek—hated that too. But when I found him, I was scared he'd reject me. My insides were jumbled in knots, so I climbed a tree and watched him.

  Only the bastard caught me.

  My insides are still so goddamn confused. Being away from Rex feels like dying. And I crave his touch. Crave him. But it’s so intense I feel like I’m drowning half the time, which I hate, so up go my walls again.

  Rex stills, panting against my back. "What was that, boy?"

  I clamp my mouth shut, face burning. Don't take the bait.

  "Did you just beg me for more?"

  "No," I grunt out.

  Rex tugs my hair, forcing me to look back at him. "Could've sworn I heard you say please. Sounded pretty desperate too."

  "You're hearing things, old man."

  He chuckles, giving a rough thrust that punches a groan from me. "Nope, I'm pretty sure that was you begging me like a wanton little slut."

  "Fuck you," I grit out, even as my traitorous dick drips.

  His beard scratches my cheek as he bites my earlobe. "Let me hear you beg again."

  I turn my head away, clamping my mouth shut. Like hell I'll give him what he wants when he won’t let me come.

  Rex just laughs, then resumes his relentless pace.

  He slams into me, angling to hit deep, and I bite my lip, stifling any traitorous noises. But when he hits that spot inside, I can't hold back. “Ohhh, fuu….”

  "There's my good boy."

  Warmth spreads through me at the praise, my dick twitching at his words.

  His thrusts slow, his hand sliding down my back. "You want more?"

  “No.”

  He chuckles as his fingers trail lower, brushing my hole stretched around him.

  I whimper, cursing internally. Why do I crave his touch, his approval, as if I need it to breathe?

  I fucking hate this neediness.

  His hand cracks against my ass again. My moans fill the room, and I push back, meeting him with equal force as he grunts, his breath heavy and uneven.

  “Just like that. Arch more for me, good boy.”

  Between the praise and being spanked I can’t help but comply. Rex always knows just what I need, even when I don’t.

  He fucks me harder and faster, his thrusts now wild and uncontrolled.

  The sound of his skin slapping against mine, along with the scent of his musk, is intoxicating.

  He slams in deep twice more before tensing, his cock pulsing as he fills me.

  I reach down to sneak some relief, but he catches my wrist, then pins it back to the table. "Nope. Poor choices don't get rewarded."

  I press my forehead against the table, biting back a whine.

  Only once I've gone soft does he finally pull out and release me. Cleanup's quick. By the time I yank my jeans back up, he has his map spread out.

  You’d think he would bother getting dressed first but, no. Asshole probably wants to fuck me again before we leave.

  "Here's our goal," he says, tapping a spot on the worn paper.

  I've already got our route memorized, but Rex believes in being prepared. We've been separated before, splitting up to hunt or because of Carrionites. So now we plot our routes real careful to avoid those psycho cannibals. And he's always sure I know where we're headed next. A pain in my ass, but it's kept us breathing.

  Beats one of us getting caught by those sickos.

  My gut twists. The thought of them getting their hands on Rex, about waking up and finding him gone for good, it'd gut me deeper than any Carrionite blade.

  I shake my head, then turn my attention back to him, not wanting to think about those cannibals or about him being gone.

  Or about why it bothers me so much.

  Chapter 2

  We eat dinner as we walk south through the mountains. I wish we were back on flat land. However, Rex feels it’s safer going this way. But the damn rocky paths are never-ending tod

ay.

  Thank fuck for the small town up ahead. The sun’s already low in the sky and with the weather dropping, no way I want to be sleeping outside. Plus, my legs burn something fierce from all the uphill walking.

  Most of the buildings are run-down and looted, but at the end of a street is a small house with faded white paint that’s peeling off the wood siding in curling strips.

  Rex grips my shoulder, steadying me when my legs buckle. "This place should do for the night. Looks secure enough."

  I roll my eyes. "Don't need your help walking."

  He quirks a brow. “Sure about that?”

  I huff and head toward the house.

  The musty scent of mildew wafts out of the crooked, half-closed front door. Inside, the floorboards groan under our feet. Moth-eaten curtains hang askew over cracked windows so dirty the last rays of sunlight barely penetrate. Cobwebs shroud the corners, and a fine layer of dust coats every surface.

  While Rex scopes the place out, I collapse face-first onto the lumpy bed in the back room, old springs creaking loudly beneath me as I groan into the limp pillow, every muscle aching.

  Rex's footsteps approach and the mattress dips as he settles in. I grumble as he shifts me to take off my jacket. Once we’re both under the blanket he wraps his arms around my chest, then tugs me close. "No other signs of life. We can rest easy tonight."

  "I ain’t your fucking teddy bear."

  He just chuckles, the bastard, and hitches his leg over mine. "No, you're my psychotic little shit."

  Dammit.

  I ain’t into all the cuddling, especially since the asshole clings to me like a freaking octopus all night, every night. But I can’t deny how I like the way my skin tingles everywhere we connect.

  Plus, I never slept so good before, even when I was a kid. Having him nearby makes me feel . . . safe. Something about his steady presence is soothing. And that scares the hell out of me.

  His breath deepens as he conks out first behind me. My eyes grow heavy, his light snores like a lullaby.

  For once he ain't groping me or whipping his dick out. Just cuddling. I'm kinda glad for the break. My legs and ass are sore as shit.

  Though, I’d love to finally come. I could try to sneak in doing it myself, only I’m too damn tired.

  I yawn big, letting my eyes fall shut. Rex's steady warmth along my back keeps me cozy as I start drifting off.

  Maybe this cuddly sleep stuff ain't so bad.

  Chapter 3

  Wandering hands jolt me awake. I'm barely conscious but my stupid dick is already getting hard. Wish I could say it’s from the orgasm denial, but I swear the traitorous appendage does it for Rex.

  I grumble, then try to wiggle away. "No. Still tired."

  But "no" ain't ever in his vocabulary.

  He drags me back against his chest, scratchy beard brushing my neck as he kisses my jaw. "Rise and shine, boy." His hand is already shoving into my pants.

  "Don't want to." But I’m already hard and throbbing under his palm. "I'm sore as hell from you railing me yesterday morning."

  He stills for a second, then out of nowhere, he reaches around and pinches the back of my thigh hard enough to sting.

  "Ow! The hell was that for?" I try to jerk away, but he's got me locked in place.

  "You know I can tell when you're lying." His voice rumbles low in my ear.

  I huff, glaring at the peeling wallpaper across from me. "Cannot."

  Another pinch makes me yelp, this time right on my ass. Before I can properly cuss him out, Rex has me flipped onto my back. He undresses me and tosses my clothes to the floor, leaving me bare and exposed. "Can too. And just for that, you get a special surprise now."

  I glare up at him even as heat swirls in my gut. "Great. Can't wait."

  "Smart ass."

  A click of the lube bottle cap echoes loud in the quiet room, then he disappears under the blankets, maneuvering me how he likes. I bite my lip, stifling a groan as his fingers tease my asshole.

  "Can't be helped," he says, barely stifling a laugh as he pushes two fingers inside.

  He works them in and out slowly, and the cold lube warms up quickly as he works me open. I grunt, unable to stop my hips from bucking, from visible pleading for more friction.

  He releases another chuckle as he shoves his fingers in deep, then curls them right against my sweet spot. “My boy is so fuckin’ sensitive.”

  “Fuck!” I arch off the bed, but he just keeps rubbing that spot relentlessly.

  "What was it you said yesterday? Something that started with a P?"

  I shake my head, biting into my lip even as intense heat floods my groin like a lava flow from hell. Not begging. No way.

  Too soon, he adds a third finger, stretching me wide, then finger-fucks me until I'm a moaning, trembling mess.

  I’m glad he’s under the blankets, otherwise he’d be watching my reactions. Rex loves eye contact, but I can’t stand it.

  I stare stubbornly at the ceiling, biting back every whimper and plea, wanting to escape.

  He yanks his fingers free, leaving me empty and aching.

  The mattress shifts as he flings the blanket off to get into position, then he nudges his slick cockhead against my hole, exhaling shakily as he pushes inside.

  "Fuck, you feel so damn good." He groans, his thumb rubbing my rim. Another thing he likes to do whenever he’s inside me.

  He rolls his hips slow, letting me adjust before his hands clamp my hips in a vice grip. We rock together, his cock gliding smoother now.

  I choke back a moan, fingers knotting in the sheets. Gotta stay quiet. I can't let him hear how wrecked I already am. But he knows my body too damn well by now.

  “Time for that somethin’ special.” He twists in one quick motion, maneuvering me on top, spreading my legs wide until I bottom out.

  My jaw drops, struggling to breathe for a second, feeling way too full.

  Rex only tucks his arms behind his head and grins up at me.

  Bastard.

  When I don't move, he rolls his hips until I hiss, hands landing on his chest so I don't faceplant on him.

  "Well, get moving, boy. You're steering this ride today."

  I blink down at him. Rex is always the one controlling shit. But now he's letting me take the reins?

  That's new.

  I rock my hips carefully, testing it out. The stretch burns in the best way as I start riding him. I grind down hard to take him deep, then slide back up his long shaft.

  He just lays here there and takes it for once, moaning as he watches me work. The new position is intoxicating. I'm the one using his cock for my pleasure this time.

  I bounce faster, swiveling my hips so that his cock hits all the right spots. I throw my head back with a dirty groan, greedily milking his length with my ass.

  "Fuck, look at you go. Ride me just how you like it, beautiful boy."

  His gravelly praise spurs me onward. My hands roam over his muscular, slightly hairy chest as I really put everything I've got into riding his dick.

  "Fuck, just like that." His palm connects with my ass.

  “More.”

  He obliges.

  My dick is leaking all over his stomach, my fingers digging into his skin. I’m so hot, I’m sure I’m burning from the inside out. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

  It feels so fucking good . . . until it doesn't.

  My father's voice invades my head, cold and snarling as it hurls his usual insults, his words stabbing like shards of ice.

  Any trace of pleasure withers up in an instant until there’s just shame creeping through me, paralyzing my muscles. Even my dick—already way smaller than Rex's massive one—goes soft.

  Whoa.” He curls his arms up around my waist, confusion wrinkling his forehead as he studies my face. “Where'd you go?"

  I try to scramble away, to escape the echoes shredding me from within. I don’t want anyone to ever see, to know—least of all him.

  But his grip is too strong, pinning me on him despite my struggles. “Stay right there.”

  I'm lost, helplessly suffocating under the weight of my father's oppressive presence that still haunts me from the grave.

  Rex searches my face, but he can't see the ghosts clinging to me or hear the hateful words ingrained since childhood. He just sees a freaked out kid going soft at the worst time.

 

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