Forgive your poor father, I told them. For that necklace, I told them. I know they will be here soon, but at least, now, my child, you will live. You will heal. A father’s heart is now at peace.
But a wolf’s heart is now in turmoil. I am sorry. Forgive me. I must go into battle. There is a very good chance I will not be coming back. But I will die taking as many of those wretched humans as I can.
Forgive your father. I love you. Never forget that, my Isabella. I love you.”
The letter ended and Isabella sat there, tears streaming down her face. It was all for her, that her father had done something like this. She felt sobs overpower her and she burst into tears. The door opened and Dominque stood there, looking at her.
“Isabella. I woke up and I couldn’t find you, so I came to look for you. What’s wrong?” he whispered, walking over to her. She handed him the letter as she clutched the necklace to her heart. “I love you, Dad,” she whispered.
Chapter 15
Dominque
As Dominque read the letter, he felt his heart going out to Isabella. Everything Gerald had done, he had done to protect her, and he had died feeling guilty for what he had done. Dominque looked up and saw Isabella quietly sobbing, her face buried in her hands. He moved forward and pulled her into a tight hug, softly stroking her hair.
“It was all for me. I was the reason he was forced to betray his own pack. He died believing he was a traitor,” Isabella said, sobbing into his chest. Dominque hugged her tighter, hoping to somehow take all her pain away.
“It’s alright. It’s not your fault,” Dominque whispered, kissing her hair.
“My Dad was a hero,” Isabella said, pulling away, looking in his eyes.
Dominque slowly cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. He whispered, “Your Dad was a hero. I will engrave his name in the memorial stone with the other warriors, myself.”
He pulled her in his arms and hugged her tightly. A sudden breath escaped from Isabella’s lips as it shocked her a little, but when she felt his warm arms around her body, she relaxed. It was so comforting to be in his arms as her head rested on his bare chest. They stayed in each other’s soothing embrace for a long time.
They were completely lost in each other when Dominque’s hands slowly moved on her back and reached her waist unconsciously.
Isabella suddenly jumped when she felt his warm manly hands on her waist. She stared at him for a minute, frozen.
Dominque took a step back. “I am sorry, Isa…” Before Dominque could say anything, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him passionately. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks, and Dominque pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. She kissed him as if her life depended on it, as if this was the last time they would ever kiss.
“Thank you, Dominque,” she said, pulling away and looking into his eyes. “Before I met you, I lived like a body without a soul. I lived because I had to. Now that I have you, I want to. I want to live. My heart feels alive, Dominque.”
Dominque felt such a rush of powerful emotions through his heart, he didn’t know how to explain it. He kissed her again, hungrily, hoping to convey his feelings. Feelings, he didn’t have words to explain. She moaned softly into his mouth and Dominque groaned, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Her hands started to slowly unbutton his shirt, her fingers tracing his chest, as more and more of it got exposed.
Dominque let out a soft growl, breaking away from the kiss. He pulled her body close and she smirked, getting up. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her bed, where she made him sit down. She kept on smirking, looking mischievous as she sat down on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. She winked at him, sticking her tongue out, running her hands through her hair, seductively. She arched her back, teasing him, gyrating in his lap.
Dominque growled again and then attacked her neck with kisses, licking her skin, nibbling it gently. She moaned his name and Dominque trailed kisses down her shoulder and then onto her collar bone. Isabella pulled his face up and kissed him again, as she hungrily pulled his shirt off. She placed kisses on his chest, licking him as Dominque struggled to get her shirt off.
“Isabella.” He groaned, as she pushed him to lie down on the bed. She straddled him and start to grind against him, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. She leaned over and started to tease him by placing kisses on his chest. She trailed them down his stomach, reaching the waist band of his shorts, where she slowly licked teasingly.
Dominque growled and then suddenly flipped her over. He heard her gasp as he mounted her, and he hungrily kissed her. His hands found her bra, and he quickly took it off, throwing it away. He trailed kisses down her neck, going down to her chest, where he slowly ran his tongue along her cleavage.
His hands cupped her breasts as he gently teased her nipples in his fingers, making her moan. Dominque pinned her down, grinning, and hungrily attacked her breasts. He lightly grazed his tongue on them, feeling her nipples erect under his ministrations. He took them into his mouth, sucking and licking them.
“Fuck, Dominque.” She gasped and Dominque’s tongue trailed down her stomach. He reached her jeans. He unbuttoned them and slid them off, till she lay there in nothing. She was beautiful, her skin smooth and milky. He kissed her again and her hands started trailing down his chest, teasing him.
He felt her fingers pull his shorts down and take his throbbing member in her hands. Dominque gasped; he had never felt anything this good in his life. Isabella softly stroked him as she continued to kiss him. He trailed his fingers down her stomach and slid his finger in between her lips and found her completely drenched.
“Dominque,” Isabella moaned. Dominque searched till he felt her clitoris and slowly rubbed her, teasingly.
“Fuck, Dominque. Take me,” she whispered. Dominque swallowed. She looked so beautiful, with her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. She placed himself at her entrance. He gently thrust into her, groaning as he felt her tight walls.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Dominque said, groaning. He started to thrust into her, as his fingers found her clitoris. He rubbed her, watching her moan and thrash.
She arched her back and said, “Don’t stop. Oh please!” Dominque continued to thrust into her faster, as she withered on the bed. He knew he couldn’t hold off for long, she felt so good. Isabella started to moan, as an orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching and unclenching around his member.
“Fuck.” Dominque groaned; he knew he couldn’t hold off anymore. He felt his own orgasm wash over him, as he filled her up with his seed. He collapsed next to her, and they both lay their panting. After a few minutes, Isabella made her way over to him and laid down on his chest.
