He kissed her neck, working his way down to her breasts. He cupped her breast in his hand and suckled the ruby tips, nipping at them just hard enough.
“Oh,” she gasped. “That feels…oh.”
“Yes, it does, doesn’t it?” He kissed his way down her soft stomach and for the first time in her life she had no temptation whatsoever to suck it in.
He slid down so his face was between her thighs, and spread her legs apart roughly. “Mine,” he growled into her pussy, and claimed it with a long, slow stroke of his tongue. She sucked in a gasp of pleasure as he lapped at her, her thighs quivering under the strong grip of his hands.
Hot pleasure swirled through her body, filling her so that she felt light as air. Was that her voice, urging him on, shamelessly? It must have been. And he responded, thrusting his tongue right up inside her and fucking her with it as he moved one hand so that he could stroke her stiff, aching clitoris.
Her fingers tangled in his silky hair as he pleasured her, and sensation built inside her until she was ready to peak…and he slid away, all that heat and sweetness vanishing.
“Dominic!” she cried out.
“Are you my mate?”
“You bastard!”
“Are you?” he moved up, straddling her so she was trapped between his thighs and his cock rested on her pubic hair.
“Yes!” she choked out, and he grinned in triumph and moved his hips so the thick head of his cock nudged her entrance. He rammed into her tight tunnel, and she cried out. He was too big, he was stretching her, and she loved it.
He pumped into her hard, and fast, his breath harsh and guttural in her ear. Several times he paused, and she grabbed his butt cheeks with her hands and urged him on. He laughed quietly.
“Just need…oh God…to be sure that you want it as much as me…oh, you’re so fucking tight and wet for me, oh my God…”
And then the dam broke and the waves of pleasure washed over her in a tsunami of sensation, and she came hard, her muscles spasming and gripping his cock. His answering cry of pleasure sent a jolt of triumph through her and they were so tightly wrapped up in each other as they came that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Chapter Twelve
Waking up to the smell of coffee and pancakes? Not the worst way to be greeted by a new day, Zoey mused, as she padded into the kitchen. She’d dressed in the extra set of clothes she carried in her messenger bag – jeans and t-shirt, her usual work uniform. Dominic was ridiculously sexy in plaid boxer shorts, flipping pancakes onto a plate, and he turned and smiled at her when she walked in.
She grabbed a coffee mug and poured a cup from the coffee pot, added some cream from the pitcher, and took a sip.
“You do make a mean cup of coffee,” she told him. “My friend Danielle would like you.”
“Danielle’s a woman, right?” That jealous tone was back.
“Is that a serious question?” she laughed.
“I don’t know. It could be French. Like, the French pronunciation of Daniel.” He set a stack fluffy pancakes in front of her. They were swimming in maple syrup.
“You do hear yourself, right?” She sipped deeply from her mug. “You’ve apparently dug into my background and my entire life. You should know by now, I’m a one-man-at-a-time kind of girl.” And she dove into her pancakes.
“And I’m that one man,” Dominic said firmly.
She winked at him. “For the time being.” She enjoyed his groan of frustration. He was really fun to torture.
“By the way, I meant to say, love the tattoo,” he said. “Right next to my mate-bite scar. ‘Love bites’? It’s like it was meant to be.”
“Huh,” she said. “Never thought of it that way.”
After breakfast, she got her phone out of her messenger bag and called the dispatch center to let them know she was available.
Dominic looked disappointed. pushed his chair back and strolled over to her, gathering her into his arms. “You could stay a little longer.”
It sounded so tempting…which was why she had to leave. She’d never meant to spend the night, wonderful as it had been. Yes, he was great at sex, and he made her feel really good about herself, and he was a gentleman in all things. He held doors open for her, he made sure she came first, and often, he brought her snacks in bed, he was all about her pleasure and comfort.
But she still felt as if he were a mystery wrapped in an enigma, as if she didn’t know him at all. And more important was the fact that the Blood Oath pack were still a criminal organization, and he was one of their highest ranking members.
