"It is."
12
CARMINE
As soon as the door closed behind me, Dom's mouth was on mine. He had me pinned up against the wall, gentle but firm. He held my face still as he devoured me with his mouth. His tongue delved deep into my mouth and tasted every bit of it. I let it happen. I wanted his body on mine, just as much as he did, and for this moment, I was excited to let him take the lead.
"It was so hot seeing you work," he said. His mouth barely left my skin as he murmured the words. He nipped at my earlobe and the sensitive skin of my neck. “You’re fucking sexy when you’re teaching assholes a lesson.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. Those were not the types of compliments I ever expected out of an alpha. Especially one who was in the same line of work as me. We were nothing if not competitive.
My experience with other assassins was contempt and competition. Everyone knew I was the best, but no one admitted it out loud. Dom saw my talents and appreciated them. He wasn’t threatened by me.
The crazy thing was, based on his expertise, he was probably the only assassin I’d ever met who matched me in skills.
"Yeah? I'll bet you're just as sexy when you're on a job. Like how you were the night you sat in your car watching me."
"I couldn't walk away from you. I can't walk away from you. Ever."
His words from earlier echoed in my mind. The ones that had shaken me to my core.
"I love you." I cupped his face in my hands. My legs were around his waist now, my back against the wall. The steel hardness of his cock pressed against my belly. The way he held me showcased his strength and the danger that surrounded him, and both things only drove me more wild with need.
"Show me," he said.
I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. How he had pegged me as a man who craved sucking cock, I didn't know, but I wouldn't lie to him. It was my favorite thing. I loved the weight of a thick, hard cock on my tongue. And when that cock belonged to Dom, my mate? Even better.
"Take me to the bedroom, Dom. I'm not a cheap trick you brought home for the night to fuck against the wall. I deserve better treatment than that."
His lips curled into a smile. "You do, omega mine. You do."
Dom hefted me into the air. His hands gripped my thighs, and he walked us to the bedroom. I kept my arms wrapped around his neck.
“I’ve never brought anyone here, by the way. You are the only omega I’ve had in my space.”
That thought shouldn’t have thrilled me, but it did. We weren’t saints. Both of us satiated our desires with others, but not now that we’d found each other. We’d met our match, and we were enough for each other.
In his room, he tossed me to the bed. I bounced on the mattress. I let out a squeal of laughter while I scrambled not to fall off the bed. His smirk told me he did that on purpose.
He stripped off his shirt and worked at the buckle of his pants. I followed suit and removed my pants and shirt.
I lay naked on the bed, with my mate standing at the foot of it, looking down at me. The sunlight caught his face, and his eyes sparkled with lust. His abs rippled, and his pecs bounced as he looked down at me. He had a faint scar on his left ribs.
He put a hand over it when he saw me looking. “I spent three weeks in jail weaseling out a rat. He got the jump on me.” He shook his head, and his lips twitched like he was fighting back a smile.
“And now he’s dead?”
“And now he’s dead.”
“Good. So I don’t have to hunt him down and kill him. No one touches what is mine.”
I smiled, then rotated around until my face was near his pelvis. I opened my mouth and waited. I looked up at him and met his heated gaze.
Dom grabbed his cock at the base and placed the tip at my lips. My eyes rolled back as the taste of him exploded on my tongue. There was a tiny bead of precome on his slit, and I licked it off. Then I closed my mouth around him, his cock thick and heavy on my tongue. The taste of him consumed me, and I became like a man in the desert finding water for the first time in days. I lapped and licked at his length, swirling my tongue around his mushroom head. I lay on my belly on the bed, and gripped the backs of his thighs to hold him against me.
His hands tangled in my hair, and he held my head. He didn't hold it still, or guide it, he simply stroked my scalp. His fingertips lightly scratched against my skin.
"Oh fuck, Carmine." His hips thrust forward, and I knew his release was as close as mine.
