“You know I am. You can smell it.”
His hand stroked over her stomach. Teased along the waistband of her pants. And she pushed against his erection, ground against it, needing more as Cable stripped Kiziah of her skirt and panties and pressed his face to her cunt. Kiziah’s cry of pleasure scraping over Dakotah with razor-sharp talons of need.
“You liked the feel of my mouth on you in the woods,” Domino said, tormenting Dakotah by unzipping her jeans, his fingertips sliding inside her panties, tracing the line of her pubic hair.
She tried to turn in his arms, to turn the tables on him, but he held her in place with his superior strength. Buried his face in her neck, seducing her with the feel of lips and fangs, so that she very nearly begged him to bite her.
Lust burned through Domino. Sparked by the sight of Fane with Kiziah and Cable, fed by Dakotah’s willing participation.
The scent of her arousal inflamed him, tested his control. Both The Heat and the wolf urged him to take her, to bury his cock in her, to spend the rest of the night fucking her. But the man wanted to savor these moments. To use them to ease Dakotah into his world. To get better acquainted with his bride.
The word no longer felt awkward on his lips or unexpected in his thoughts. Domino grimaced—no doubt his grandmother would chortle with pleasure that her predictions had come true.
But there was nothing to be done about it and he wouldn’t change it if he could. Dakotah was his bride, she would be his kadine. Already he craved it as much as he’d once craved his freedom. The desire for it was hardwired into him, but her earlier actions had made it more than what he’d always imagined it would be. He’s seen it as a trap. Now he saw it as a doorway. And the need to go through it was overwhelming. She was already everything to him.
He kissed along her spine. Inhaled her scent as he smoothed his hands over her hips and down her legs, pushing her clothing in front of them. Following with his mouth, licking the base of her spine, gently biting a sleek buttock before moving lower, to torment the back of her knees with his tongue as he removed her shoes so that her jeans and panties could fall to the floor.
She was muscle and tawny skin, lean and feminine. Her lines like the wolf’s, beautiful to him. Arousing.
Domino stood, shimmering into mist in order to shed his clothing, returning to human form in the blink of an eye so he could press against Dakotah. So he could drink her in through his skin.
In front of them Cable was scrambling out of his jeans, the firelight dancing off his flesh. Stark need written on his face as he took his cock in hand, its tip glistening with arousal.
With a groan Domino rubbed his cock against Dakotah, covered her mound with his fingers and rejoiced in her wetness, in the stab of her clit against his palm. She pushed back against him, spreading her legs and leaning forward, trying to draw him into her depths.
He resisted. Pressed her more firmly against the back of the chair so he could withstand the temptation she presented for a few moments longer. “Have you really seen this show before?” he asked, returning to their earlier conversation, his lips pulling back in a silent snarl. “Have you experienced it?”
Dakotah’s cunt clinched as Cable pulled Kiziah on top of him. She whimpered when Cable thrust upward, his face a mask of pleasure as his cock slid home. And then Fane joined them, forging into Kiziah’s back entrance, the three of them going still, as though they were savoring the instant when they first joined, as though they were so closely bound together that they were one person.
“No,” Dakotah said, answering Domino’s question. Longing filling her as she looked at the three people making love in front of the fireplace. “No, I’ve never seen this show before.”
Domino brushed his fangs against her neck, the need to dominate pressing in on him along with the wolf’s urge to cover its mate. The desire to erase any memory she had of other men, other lovers, was a burning ache in his gut. “I will kill any man who tries to take you from me.”
“You already have,” Dakotah said, thinking about the two men who’d followed her into the woods. Shuddering as she thought about Victor Hale—a man she’d never met but who was determined to see her dead. “There will be more of them.”
“And they will die too,” Domino said, his voice without inflection. His absolute confidence filling her with a security she’d never known before. A shimmering vision of safety that she was hesitant to believe in.
Already Domino could sense something of her emotions, and already it wasn’t enough. He found himself longing for the second blood exchange and then the third—so he could touch her thoughts at will, so he could know who she was.
He kissed her shoulder, cupped her breast while the fingers of his other hand pushed into her sheath. He gloried in how wet and slick she was, how the muscles of her channel clamped down on him, tried to hold him inside of her. “Do you want me to take you now?” he asked, his cock full, pulsing, leaking as both Fane and Cable began moving in and out of their bride’s body.
Dakotah had never wanted anything so badly. Never thought that anything sexual could touch the deepest parts of her—that she’d allow it to reach her. But seeing Fane and Cable and Kiziah, being with Domino…
She hungered like a beggar at the edge of a feast. Felt starved as though she’d lived through a lifetime of famine. The pain of her need was soul-deep, wrenching, squeezing her chest so the only thing she could say was yes. Her voice whisper-soft, her answer triggering a fierce possessiveness in Domino, a driving desire to see to her safety and happiness.
He positioned her so her hands were braced on the back of the chair, teased her by sliding his cock back and forth along her cunt lips, stroking over her clit as he coated himself with her arousal.
When she would have impaled herself on him, he resisted, tormenting them both by delaying. Pushing the need higher until her skin was coated with a fine sheen of sweat, until his testicles ached for release and his cock screamed for the feel of her wet channel and feminine heat.
Only then did he give in to what nature demanded, thrusting all the way into her in a forceful stroke meant to claim, to dominate, to reach her heart and take her soul. She moaned, a husky sound that had his nostrils flaring, his muscles tensing, fighting against the urge to piston in and out and spew his seed within seconds of mounting her.
“Watch them,” he growled, subduing the fierce urge to rut by focusing on the rhythm in front of him, by matching what Cable and Fane were doing with their bride.
And Dakotah watched, soaking in the raw emotion and passion as she breathed the heavy musk of arousal, became consumed by it. Wanted it for herself. And Domino.
She looked away, tilted her head so that dark eyes met obsidian ones, in challenge, in demand, and he answered her call, snarling with need as his thrusts became more aggressive, as their awareness of what the others were doing faded until the only thing that mattered was finding release and pleasure in each other.
Domino took her to the ground with his penis still embedded in her, the wolf demanding a closer contact, a true covering of its mate. Dakotah’s wolf wanting the same, so that she readily went to her hands and knees, readily lowered her upper body, enabling Domino’s cock to thrust deeper.
He wanted to sink his fangs into her as they fucked, but settled for gripping her shoulder with his teeth, pressing his chest against her back and pinning her with his weight, taking her as a man though the movements and instincts were those of the wolf. He wanted to consume her, to be so closely melded that they were one body, one mind, one being, the ancient stamp of his ancestors so strong that there was no thought to resist. No point in denying it.