He grabbed her hands and held them tight until he could feel the bones in her slender fingers. He was ready to tell her that everything was fine, that this tormenting, but oddly pleasant feeling was totally normal. But she stopped him with a kiss.
As spontaneous as the one last night, she surged forward and seized his lips with her own with exacting force. He didn’t fight his lust this time and let his arms encase her, his hands exploring her curves as the kiss deepened.
Every rule that had been drilled into his head by his father, Hank, Cole, and every other mentor who tried to teach him what was right and what was wrong for the Prime Alpha of Tolstone, completely fell out of his head. The world beyond this house didn’t exist. All that remained in this universe was him and Erica, and this undeniable need.
He slid her up onto the counter as he had wanted to do earlier. Dominic would give in to every temptation, every desire, as long as she didn’t resist him. But by the way her hands groped for the hem of his shirt, he knew that she wasn’t likely to refuse him again.
His shirt hit the tile floor in a bundle of sopping fabric. The chill that crept along his skin was nothing when he pressed himself against her warm, supple body. His cock throbbed harder in his jeans, and he slipped his way between her legs to ease the tension. It was like they were picking up right where they left off the night before, almost in the exact same spot. With his phone turned on silent in his pocket and Cole’s word that he would cover for his Prime Alpha, they wouldn’t be interrupted.
Erica let out a sigh against his mouth as he could almost feel the heat of her arousal seep from her crotch and onto his. His hands found their way to cup her bottom and prop her up higher. Her legs wrapped around his waist, instinctively knowing what he wanted. The mating bond helped fuel the fire between them so they could rock in perfect synchrony.
But there was still more he wanted, more he needed from her, more he needed to give her.
*
The moment their hands touched, the dams within Erica’s heart and mind ruptured. Every desire, every aching need for Dominic came forth in a rush that consumed her and culminated in that tender place between her thighs. Trapped within the confines of her jeans, she could feel a gush of wetness that she never thought she’d feel this soon.
Dominic found his way beneath her blouse, the roughness of his palms tantalizing against the skin around her ribs and down the slope of her back. She shivered and bucked against him, unable to control herself any longer.
She forgot about everything. The fact that Dominic was a wolf shifter didn’t so much as touch the wealth of feelings she held for him. She still couldn’t give a name to this fiery need for him. As long as she could feel the ridges of his abs and the way his gliding arm muscles held her close while he rocked against her, she didn’t care. None of it mattered except this burning, insane passion that she couldn’t understand.
He broke away to kiss down her jaw, his lips caressing the slope of her neck. Erica gasped when she felt the hard edge of his teeth.
A thrill of fear shot through her chest. “Don’t turn me.”
The rumble of his chuckle only intensified the carnal hunger that possessed her. “It doesn’t work that way, Erica. It’s a lot more complicated.”
Oh, the way he murmured her name. It made her ignore her curiosity about what he meant. She moaned when he nipped at that delicate, sensitive patch of skin. Her legs tightened around him, begging for more contact, more touching, more of this pressure that slowly intensified low in her core.
With one hand gripping his hair, feeling the slick strands laced between her fingers, the other explored, unable to see his incredible form as long as he was pressed against her. He pulled away for only a second, just long enough to rip her shirt over her head and let it join his on the floor.
There wasn’t anything in the world that could compare to the feel of their skin, smooth and hot, sliding together.
Erica felt herself be lifted away from the counter, his massive hands cradling her ass as he carried her out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the stairs. Lips found one another again. Their tongues met and wove around one another, ravenous and addicted to each other’s taste. She’d had sex before, but never had it been this fluid, so in sync as if they could predict one another’s movements.
With her eyes closed, she was vaguely aware of him climbing the stairs, but the sensation was blurred by the already light-headed, dizzying feeling that had taken over her. Somewhere in the earnestness and preoccupation with his delicious mouth, they were in her bedroom, and Erica was on her back on the mattress. The cool cotton of her comforter eased a bit of the fever she had contracted from his touch.
In the darkness, she could see the silhouette of his form. The rain clouds parted just enough to allow the silvery moonlight to highlight the curves of his torso. He was as sculpted, trim, and utterly masculine as the great Greek statues carved from marble. Only, Dominic was alive, soft, and totally hers. He was ready to give himself to her completely, and she to him. Her heartbeat slammed more forcefully in her chest, the connection between them humming with such energy that it made her quiver.
He crawled from the foot of the bed and prowled toward her, his lithe body making the mattress dip under his weight. Erica heard several of the springs groan in protest, having neverreceived a man his size before. If they were careful, maybe they wouldn’t break the equally old metal bed frame.
Eager to see the rest of him, her fingers darted to the front of his jeans and tugged at the zipper. Dominic caught her wrists and held her back. “I’ll do that.”
Her body purred in response to his whispers. “This is one thing I don’t need your help with.” She shot him a sly smile before sitting up to kiss him. Thoroughly distracted, Dominic let her push him upright until they were both on their knees.
She undid his jeans and tugged them down his firm thighs. It was only when her fingers hooked around the elastic band of his briefs that he seemed to come back to himself through the haze. Instead of resisting her, he reached out and broke the claps of her bra.
Erica let out a long, rapturous sigh as the fabric grazed her taut nipples on the way down. With this move, Dominic forced her to let go of his underwear so she could slide through her straps. The sound of her bra being flung across the room was indistinguishable from the rain that pounded heavier and heavier on the roof.
Before she knew it, Dominic’s palm caressed one of her breasts. She held his arms and bit her lip, stifling a bit of the moan that wanted to leak through.
Dominic bent closer to her ear, his breath tickling her the same way it did at the festival. “I want to hear you.”
Obeying, she freed her lips for him and let any and every sound of pleasure pour out. Their bellies touched as his free hand drew her back into an arch. Unable to reach his waist, she settled for combing through his hair again. Fire and electricity coursed through her, and she could feel her heartbeat between her legs where his hardness struggled against the fabric of his briefs.
Erica refused to be inactive, to simply receive all this tender love that he so willingly gave. She wanted him to enjoy this too. Squirming one arm under his, she slipped her hand down his underwear to wrap around his firm, silky shaft. Against her neck, he let out a low, pleased growl that heightened her own ecstasy.
She rubbed up and down his cock, savoring the way it felt in her hand, both soft and yet solid. Her thumb tenderly stroked the tip, and Dominic shuddered before all motion ceased, lost in the way she drove him mad.
