She moved her head in rhythm, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. His breath quickened, and she stroked his balls with her fingers, lightly scraping her nails against the sensitive flesh.
“Zoey!” he cried out, and she felt his balls tightening. He tried to pull out of his mouth but she grabbed his hips and held him there, and he came, hard. She swallowed every drop of the thick, sweet cream, and he stood there shuddering and panting, stroking her head.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned finally, and then grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
“Hey!” she squealed, as he carried her into he bedroom.
He grunted out two words that let her know she was in for a world of pleasure and maybe a little bit of delicious pain.
“My turn.”
Chapter Twenty
“Oh, God, so good,” Zoey moaned. “More. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Dominic!”
Dominic looked down at her empty plate. “You really like my cooking, don’t you?”
She jammed her fork into the pancakes and flashed him a grin. “Just keep feeding me the deliciousness, and nobody gets hurt.”
She was glad they had the apartment to themselves. Romano, under great protest, had been sent packing last night, so that Dominic could molest Zoey without Romano hearing and yelling his approval. He had gone back to pack property, but insisted he’d come back in the afternoon so they could talk about their future. It didn’t matter how much Dominic had tried to argue that Romano was no part of his future.
Dominic slid his spatula under the pancakes on the frying pan and expertly flipped three more on to her plate.
Then he joined her at the table. Zoey poured on syrup and slathered on butter. She took a bite of fluffy pancake and groaned in appreciation.
“That’s right. Eat up. You’ll need your strength. I’ve got plans for you.” He waggled his eyebrows lasciviously.
“I’m about to get married to an insatiable pervert,” she said - happily. She licked butter off her lip, then realized that his gaze was suddenly, intently focused on her mouth.
“You’re going to lick me like that after breakfast,” he assured her. “And I’ve got some creative ideas for the maple syrup.”
“It’ll get the sheets all sticky!” she protested.
“True,” he conceded. “Okay, we can do that part in the bathtub. Don’t try to argue with me,” he added sternly. “Arguing with your mate is a spanking offense.”
She ran her tongue around her lips, and was rewarded by hearing him suck in his breath.
“But how will you punish me?” she teased him. His lips curled up in a smile, which quickly faded. His gaze flicked to the left. Towards the window.
“What?” she asked. He’d been very distracted this morning.
“Did you hear that siren?”
“Not this time, no. But now that you mention it, I have heard more than the usual amount of sirens this morning, headed north.” Their gazes met across the table. North. Towards the area where she’d lived up until very recently, where a lot of her friends still lived.
They had both turned their phones off last night. They hadn’t watched television either. The entire city could be burning down.
“I’ve heard a lot more sirens than you have,” Dominic said. “I wasn’t really paying attention at first. But…” his brow wrinkled. “I am going to call Romano,” he said, and hurried over to his cell phone, charging on the counter. He pressed the power button to turn it on. “And I will have him watch over you, and I will go North. I don’t want to leave you, but I have an obligation to the city.”
As he spoke, sirens blared.
Zoey hadn’t heard those sounds in months, and never this far south.Shelter in place. Magical emergency.
Zoey’s heart stuttered in her chest. A city-wide alarm? She’d actually never experienced one of those. That was bad. Ok, so some of her friends were still at Arturo’s, which was built like a fortress and could probably even withstand dragon-fire, but a lot of them were still in District 17.
What could it be? Trolls, ghouls, dragons, ogres? It could be anything.
And someone started pounding on the door. Dominic sniffed the air as he hurried to answer.
