The Protectors: Slade Part 16

Training had been brutal, but Jill welcomed it. Of course, Dillon gave her s.h.i.t for not telling him about her and Slade, but in all honesty, she hadn't really known. Or at least she wasn't for sure. d.a.m.n him. He confused her and she had no way of talking to him during training.

Stepping out of the shower, Jill toweled off quickly. Tossing the towel on the floor, she walked out of the bathroom determined to get dressed, find Slade and ask him if he'd lost his mind.

"You need to start locking your door." Slade's voice snapped her head up, making her jump.

Slade stood against her wall in old ripped blue jeans, no shoes and a white sleeveless tank that fit him like a second skin. Holy s.h.i.t' was all that came to her mind. She knew her nipples automatically reacted to the sight of him. Turning, she started to go in the bathroom.

"Don't!" His command stopped her.

Slowly, she turned back around and stood before him. His eyes roamed her body, setting her on fire. She wondered briefly if she could actually b.i.t.c.h him out while standing before him completely naked.

"What in the h.e.l.l was that all about in Sloan's office?" Yeah, she had no problem with it. "Sloan is probably clapping in glee just waiting to see me so he can throw me out. Did you tell him we...you know...also."

Slade lifted his eyes to hers and smiled. "First of all, I don't think Sloan has ever clapped in glee."

"I don't find any of this funny, Slade." Jill frowned at his joking. She did turn then, went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and walked out, her body covered.

Eyeing the towel wrapped around her body, Slade frowned. "Oh, Sloan found it really funny."

"No, he didn't." Jill's tone clearly called Slade a liar. "And why did you act that way toward Dillon? He's just my friend."

"Dillon was not looking at you as a friend at the bar." Slade took a step toward her. "He needed to know he had no chance with you. If you would have hooked your little finger at him, he would have followed you in the back and been b.a.l.l.s deep inside you in a heartbeat."

"Okay, that was crude." Jill held the towel tighter against herself. "I don't look at Dillon that way."

"Crude but absolutely true, and good thing for him you don't," Slade growled, his eyes narrowed. "And no, I didn't tell Sloan anything other than you are mine."

Jill's eyes widened. "You told him that?"

"I also told you that. My exact words to you were, once you are mine, it will be body and soul','" he reminded her.

"But I didn't know if I was yours or not, Slade. You're a very complex man and..." Her stomach dipped as she shivered. This man had such an intense stare, as if he could see into her soul. "... you confuse me." She swallowed hard.

Slade smiled without humor. "Oh, you are mine, Jillian." He held his hand out, the towel ripping away from her body. "Never doubt that."

Jill made a grab for the towel, but missed. Again, she stood naked before him. "It's hard not to doubt when you run after touching me."

"I didn't run." Slade took a step closer, but still didn't touch her. "And I did a h.e.l.l of a lot more than touch you."

It was so hard to hold a conversation with him while she was naked and he looked like a s.e.x G.o.d with his muscles bulging out of that d.a.m.n shirt. She was a sucker when it came to tight white muscle shirts; there was nothing s.e.xier. He looked so at ease standing in her room, like he was ready to relax on a Sunday morning with his faded jeans unb.u.t.toned. h.e.l.l, she didn't notice that before, and his bare feet.

"I thought nothing was going to happen between us until after the initiation?" Jill dragged her eyes up to his, the smile on his lips was pure male.

"I lied." He reached out, grasping her waist. Slowly, he pulled her to him. His grip tightened as he lifted her up his body.

"Thank G.o.d," Jill sighed, loud enough for him to hear. She put her hands on his shoulders as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing.

His eyes left hers as he lifted her above his head, his mouth hovering over her breast. When his tongue snaked out to lick one nipple, she thought she had died and gone to Heaven. Throwing her head back, she hissed in pleasure. He continued to torture her, going back and forth from breast to breast. He lowered her, making Jill want to cry; she didn't want the sensations to stop.

"Wrap your legs around me." His demand sent a shot of desire through her core, turning her on more, if that was even possible. She was more than happy to follow orders. As soon as her swollen lips made contact with his hard stomach, Jill moaned, her head falling back.

His large hands moved down to her hips, sliding her down so she rested against his hard c.o.c.k. More moans escaped Jill's throat. Slowly, his hands moved her hips up and down his hardness, pressing her swollen lips against his jean-covered c.o.c.k carefully, but with enough pressure to pleasure her. Her breath gasped out; she gripped his shoulders, riding him with the help of his hands. She managed to look at him, his eyes, black with pa.s.sion, watched her intently. He slowed her down, before speeding up. It was enough to drive her f.u.c.king insane. All she wanted was sweet completion.

"You like that, don't you?" His voice was harsh. His hands tightened on her hips and a.s.s. "Come on, Jill. Let go." He dipped his head low enough to bite her nipple, sending Jill over the edge.

His mouth crashed over hers, swallowing her scream, one hand held her against him, the other found her swollen nub and he worked it with expertise, prolonging her pleasure to the point she thought she was going to faint. Slade's hand moved from her nub, up her stomach to cup her breast, before making its way to her neck and then to the back of her head. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her mouth from his and smiled. "Good girl."

Jill opened her eyes and did her best to focus. Blinking repeatedly as she tried to catch her breath, Jill's body shuddered once more. "That was..." She couldn't even find a word to describe what her body just went through.

"Yeah, it was," Slade responded, the pride in his voice unmistakable. "And there will be more of...that...after you feed."

Unhooking her legs, she tried to slide down, but he shook his head. Licking her lips, her eyes moved to his neck. "I know you said you're in charge, but I have a request." Jill didn't know exactly how this dominance thing worked, but it was so worth a try to ask.

"And what would that be?" Slade c.o.c.ked an eyebrow, an amused grin playing against his lips.

"I mean, I'm not sure how this works." Jill felt stupid. She needed to do more reading, more research.

"I'm not a practicing Dom, Jillian. I am demanding, but my main purpose in the end is to make sure you have the pleasure you desire. I may smack your a.s.s red if you need it. I may tie you to the bed and make you beg as I torture you with pleasure until you scream, but you will always be taken care of in every way, in and out of that bed." Slade's eyes became intense. "Now, tell me your...request."

Yeah, like she could actually form words after having Slade tell her his main purpose was to give her the pleasure she desired and torture her with pleasure. Hot d.a.m.n, she almost came again by just listening to his words. Clearing her throat, she glanced at his neck again. "I want you inside me when I feed." Her eyes shot up to his as soon as her desire was spoken aloud. The heat in his eyes seared her.

Slade slid her down his body. "Undress me."

Before he even finished those two words, she was already working off his shirt. Glancing up at him with lowered lashes, she placed a kiss against his hard stomach making her way up to his chest. Her lips following the progress of his shirt. He didn't even flinch, but stood still as stone. Her mouth found his nipple and with a quick lick, she nipped lightly, making him hiss. He was so much taller than her; she had to tiptoe to bring the shirt over his head. He kept his arms down to his sides so the shirt just went around the back of his neck. Now, that was f.u.c.king hot as h.e.l.l. Deciding to leave it like that, she ran her hands slowly down his body, loving the sensation of his muscles beneath her hands.

His jeans were already unb.u.t.toned. Slowly, she unzipped them and his c.o.c.k sprang forward as if thanking her. Never having performed oral s.e.x before, Jill had an overwhelming urge to start now. Without thought, her tongue flicked out.

"Ah, G.o.dd.a.m.n woman!" Slade jerked away, pulling her up.

"But I..." Jill looked back at his hardened c.o.c.k, disappointed.

"And you will, believe me, you will." Slade lifted her chin. "But not yet." He leaned down, kissing her as he managed to take his jeans off the rest of the way.

Jill tried to keep her eyes up, but they had a mind of their own and traveled down the path to paradise. His hands grasped her waist again, but one made the journey down, touching her as he slipped one finger inside her and then another. Her legs wobbled. His other hand held tighter so she didn't collapse to the floor. Her eyes closed in sweet surrender.

"You are more than ready for me." His harsh spoken statement sent chills over her body.

Opening her eyes, she took one more look at his length. "I could say the same to you."

He chuckled as he picked her up. "Honey, I'm always ready for you."

Slowly, to the point of actual torture, he lowered her on his hard c.o.c.k. A hiss of erotic pleasure escaped them both. Jill wrapped her legs around him once again, and used her strength against his tight a.s.s to bring her all the way down his length, but he wouldn't allow it. He continued his slow pursuit of filling her. Jill had been looking down between their bodies watching the erotic play until finally he was deep inside her. Raising only her eyes, she looked into his and knew she could no longer lie to herself; she loved him, truly loved this man, yet the courage to say those words escaped her.

"Feed." His quiet demand shook her to the core.

Lowering toward his neck, she placed a soft kiss where she would take his blood. Slowly, she opened her mouth and gently sank her teeth into his hard flesh, taking long sweet pulls. He let her feed for a few short seconds before he started pulling her off him. Then with more force, he lowered her back onto his rigid c.o.c.k, causing erotic sensations to pour over her. When Jill moved against him, Slade once again stopped her.

"Feed and feel, Jillian," Slade whispered, cupping her a.s.s as he set a rhythm of true bliss. "Let me do the work for you."

Oh, and feel she did. Every sensation seemed tripled as she drank his Warrior blood. On and on it went. His rhythm went from gentle and slow, to hard and pounding, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Drinking her fill, she pulled away after licking the two small puncture wounds closed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she licked her lips and let go. She had to move, her body wouldn't stay still any longer, which he allowed. With everything she had, she met him thrust for thrust. It became almost violent in their need.

In three strides, Slade walked to the bed and lay her down without crushing her as they kept their frantic rhythm. Picking up one leg, he kissed her calf as he brought it over his shoulder. Jill knew she was close, but tried to control her release, not wanting the connection to end, ever.

"What are you doing?" Slade smiled down at her as he slowed.

"Isn't it obvious?" Jill eyed him, moving against him, but d.a.m.n, even his chuckle was s.e.xy.

"You trying to hold out on me?" He plunged in harder, and then held still, fully inside her.

"Maybe," Jill sighed, trying to get him to move, but he wouldn't budge. "I just don't want it to end."

"I can make you explode any time I want, Jillian." Slade pinched her nipple, sending that delectable zinging sensation straight to her p.u.s.s.y. Slade hissed as she tightened around him. "And it just means we can start all over again."

"I like the sound of that." She gasped when he pulled all the way out only to plunge back in. He repeated the motion relentlessly, moving her up the bed by pure force.

His fingers found her sensitive nub, and with a few strokes, he pinched, sending her past the point of caring about anything, not even the scream that surely shook the compound. Slade kept pounding, not even trying to hide her howl of ecstasy. His search for release ending only seconds later.

Slade collapsed, using only his elbows to keep his weight off her. Tilting his head, he ran his tongue slowly across her soft lips before kissing her breathless. "You okay?" He lifted, looking down into her eyes.

Before she could answer, someone pounded on the door. Fear of what happened the last time shadowed her face.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, kissing her on the forehead. "But I'm seriously considering getting us an apartment."

"Jill, is Slade in there?" Sid pounded again.

Slade jumped up, pulling on his jeans. "Cover up," he warned her before walking over to open the door, enough to shield Jill from being seen. "This better be good and not you trying to be a f.u.c.king hero," Slade sneered at Sid.

"Someone took a shot at Jax." There was no humor in his voice. Sid was in full Warrior mode. "We need you and Jill downstairs, now. Bring your sketch pad, Jill," Sid called out before heading down the hall.

Jill was already up and getting dressed. Slade pulled his shirt over his head. Grabbing her sketchpad, Jill followed Slade out of the room, practically running to keep up. He reached back and grabbed her hand. One thing she knew, having a Warrior shot at was serious business for the VC Council. Dread and a tinge of fear crawled up her spine as she held tightly to Slade's hand.

Chapter 16.

Jill's hand in his felt right. Even when they walked into Sloan's office, he didn't let go. Everyone stood, looking tense.

"Were you hit?" Slade looked Jax over as well as Caroline, who sat, looking pale.

"No," Jax responded as Caroline shook her head.

"What the h.e.l.l happened?" Slade asked, ignoring everyone staring at their hands. He held her tighter. He knew Jill kept shooting Sloan nervous glances.

"We stopped to grab something to eat and took it to a park," Jax responded, his voice hard with anger. "We had just sat down and started to eat when Caroline flew across the picnic table tackling me to the ground. In the next second, I heard a gunshot, so I rolled over onto Caroline to protect her when the tree behind me exploded with splinters, right where my head had been."

"His sister screamed in my head," Caroline answered the unasked question. "I just reacted, not really knowing what was going on."

"Guess you're a believer now." Sid's eyes opened wide with a holy s.h.i.t' look.

"I can describe the shooter." Caroline looked toward Jill. "Can you draw him?"

"Yeah," Jill replied, opening her sketchpad as Slade fetched her a chair.

"You saw the shooter?" Jared's eyes narrowed, ready to go after the b.a.s.t.a.r.d now.

"No, I didn't, but Jax's sister did." Caroline looked at Jax, then down to the floor.

"You didn't go after him?" Steve asked Jax with a frown.

Jax looked his way. "I was not leaving Caroline unprotected," he replied as if Steve should have known the answer to that.

Caroline looked at Lana. "Can you see her?" she asked Lana. "I'm still pretty shaken up and don't want to miss anything."

Lana nodded, walking up closer. "You sure you feel up to this right now?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Caroline answered, looking toward Jill, who nodded that she was ready to go.

Slade watched Jill work as Caroline and Lana threw descriptions at her. To many, this would seem strange, but to him and the other Warriors in the room, it was the norm. They had seen so many f.u.c.ked-up things; that two women talking to a dead woman and a half-breed vampire sketching a profile pic for them to go on was pretty much the norm.

"Was his moustache bushy or thin and did he have a beard with it?" Jill looked up from her sketch.

Caroline looked at Lana. "Like a p.o.r.n stash?"

Lana nodded and looked at Jill. "No beard."

"p.o.r.n stash?" Steve snorted. "You even know what a p.o.r.n stash is, Jill?"

Jill focused on her sketch a few more minutes before looking up at Steve. "Yeah." She pointed at him with her pencil, moving it back and forth. "Kind of like what you're trying to grow there."

Steve's hand flew to his mouth, covering his puny moustache. "That was cruel. This is not a p.o.r.n stash."

Jared looked closer when Steve dropped his hand. "I had an aunt who had a fuller moustache than that."

"Where is all the stash hate coming from?" Steve frowned, using his finger to smooth it down while looking at Jared. "You're just jealous you can't grow one."

Slade grinned at their back-and-forth bulls.h.i.t. It actually broke the tension and had Caroline smiling, which seemed to put Jax more at ease. Everyone waited patiently for Jill to finish. Jill stood, walking toward Caroline and Lana.

"Is that him or at least a good resemblance?" Jill stood back, crossing her arms, waiting.

Caroline and Lana looked at each other. "Alisha said it's identical to who she saw. She also said...you are very talented."

Jill's eyebrows rose. "Oh, well, tell her..."