Lily's Protector - Wolves MC

Chapter 49

Lily

I am finally in Dawson's arms as he carries me up the stairs towards our room. My head is resting on his shoulder and my arms are wrapped around his neck holding on tight for the fear he will soon be gone again.

He releases an arm from around my waist and unlocks the door, opening and kicking it closed behind us. I lean back in his arms and look down into his dark blue eyes as his lips crash into mine. He pushes his tongue through my lips on a desperate search to find mine. When he feels my tongue on his, he lets out a growl in the back of his throat as he begins to devour my mouth. I wrap my fingers in his hair and pull him closer into me wanting more. Needing him to take what he seems so hungry for.

Dawson releases my lips trailing, hot passionate kisses down my neck as he carries me into the bathroom. He releases me as we strip each other's clothes off in a desperate hunger, needing each other so fucking badly. He turns on the shower and pulls me into it, closing the shower door behind us.

He stands under the water, letting it wash away Steven's blood from his body. I watch as the blood makes it way down his body and to the shower floor before it snakes its way down the drain. The sight of it makes me strangely happy. I know it is wrong to be happy to see such a thing. But seeing it... means I'm free.

I will not be ashamed, or feel sorry, for how I feel. To know that Steven has gotten what he deserves, and that Dawson has made this happen, makes me hungry for him. More than I normally am. This gorgeous, beast of a man has taken revenge on the man that hurt me.

"I love you, Dawson." I whisper up to him and he grins that sexy fucking grin of his.

"I love you, Little One, so fucking much." He growls as he gently pulls me into his arms, his lips crashing against mine. I wrap my legs around his waist as he holds me tightly to him.

It's obvious that he has things he needs to tell me, but it will have to wait. Right now, he needs me, and I need him. Whatever he has to tell me, whatever happened during the interrogation, will wait until our hunger for each other, has been fed.

His kiss deepens as his hunger for me grows, he moans into my mouth gently pushing my back against the shower wall. His lips leave mine as he bites at my lower lip and sends a hungry trail of biting kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I moan loudly as I feel his finger teasing the outside of my pussy.

"I need you so fucking bad, Little One" he growls against my skin as he shoves his finger deep inside of me. I let him take me. Whatever my protector wants, whatever he needs, it is his. I am his.

"Fuck, Dawson" I moan loudly as he pumps his finger hard inside of my pussy pressing his thumb hard against my clit. I feel my orgasm pulse through my body as I scream his name.

"I fucking love it when you scream my name, Little One." He growls as he stares deeply into my eyes. His lips are just inches from mine as he repositions his body and I feel his cock press against my wet pussy. I feel my pussy throb needing him inside of me. My body is fucking craving him.

"I need you inside of me now, Dawson" I growl against his lips, and he devours my lips once more. His tongue finds mine as he braces his hands on my hips thrusting his cock deep inside of me.

"Fuck, you feel so good. I feel your pussy stretching for me every fucking time." He growls, as he releases his attack on my lips. I gasp as he pushes himself deeper and deeper inside of me with demand until I can feel him balls deep inside of me.

"Dawson" I scream as he thrusts his long, thick cock deeper and harder inside of me. He has a hunger to feel me, to claim me.

"I'm yours, Dawson." I moan wrapping my arms tight around his neck as I feel another orgasm begin to rip through my body at the thought of being completely his. I am all his. He can take whatever he wants from me.

"That's right, Little One. You are mine. Now, come for me." He growls into my ear as he shoves himself harder inside of me.

I lean my head back still holding onto Dawson for dear life as I ride out my orgasm moaning at each thrust. Dawson's thrusts become even harder, as his grip on my hips tightens.

"Dawson, fuck you feel so good." I look down into his dark blue eyes and am instantly breathless by the way he is looking at me. This gorgeous, tattooed, sexy as hell, massive beast of a man, fucking loves me and wants me. I'm so fucking lucky.

I place a hand on his cheek feeling the wetness from the shower on his beard. I need him. I need to feel him come deep inside of me. I need him to claim me again and again.

"Come inside of me, Dawson." I moan against his lips, and he does as I tell him to. He shoves himself one last time so deep and hard into me that I scream his name once more. He holds me, pressing hard against me as I feel the warm heat of his come inside me.

I grin wondering if he is wishing for a baby again. I know we've only been together a short time, but we both feel this. We both feel the pull we have, like are souls are drawn together like magnets. Like, there's no one else but us.

"I fucking love you, Lily" he whispers against my neck as we try to calm our breathing.

"I love you, Dawson" I whisper through heavy breaths. He kisses my neck bringing his lips up to meet mine. His cock is still buried inside of me as he refuses to let me go too soon.

Dawson finally eases out of me and sets me down so he can bathe. He makes me stay with him and when he's finished, he sits down on the shower floor, leaning his back against the wall and pulls me down into his arms. I curl up against his chest while the water sprays our legs keeping us warm.

"There are some things I need to tell you, Little One, and I want to do it here, where the shower muffles our voices." He says as he pulls the hair off my shoulder before placing a gentle kiss on top of it. I keep quiet as he continues, "He is not dead yet, but he is close. He has not sold you and I do not believe the cartel are after you, Little One."

"That's good." I search his eyes wondering why he isn't as happy about this, as I am.

"Baby, there's an offshore account with over five million dollars in it." he says calmly as I search his eyes for answers.

"I don't understand" I shake my head. What the hell does this mean?

"It is owned by Anthony and Courtney Smith. Fake aliases for you and Steven." He tells me and I'm unsure if I heard him correctly.

"No" I shake my head not wanting to believe what I'm hearing.

"He had passports made six months ago. Him with blonde hair and you with long, dark red hair. The timeline matches up with the time you told me about. He was planning on kidnapping you, Little One." The words send me over the fucking edge.

I recall the red wig. We had gone to an LA wig shop where he insisted on purchasing a few of them for me, along with himself. A week before he forced me to quit my job.

"No" I shake my head as the tears pour out of my eyes. He was going to fucking kidnap me. The mix of anger and sadness for what Steven has done, and for what he was planning, is too much. I cry hard in Dawson's arms as he holds me against his chest trying his best to calm me.

Steven was going to kidnap me. If Dawson hadn't come for me, there's no telling where I would be right now, or what I would be doing.

When I finally calm down, I tell Dawson about the wig shop which confirms for him how that happened. He tells me about the deposits and where they were made, which I confirm they were places I had been with him but that I never went to a bank with him. Not once. Even in the states.

After we finish talking about everything, we make our way out of the shower. We dry off and Dawson pulls me into bed with him and holds me until I fall asleep.