Domino settled more heavily on her, a show of strength and dominance, and she responded by yielding more of herself. Accepting all that he had to give, letting him take her as no man ever had, letting him touch her heart and soul where the others had gotten a body devoid of feeling, a hollow vessel to sate their needs with.
He didn’t allow either of them a release until they were both panting, writhing, burning, the sweat pouring off them, their bodies closely attuned, his thoughts pressing into hers. Pounding into her with each thrust. Mine! Mine! Mine! The presence and fierceness of his words as overwhelming as the rush of orgasm that took her, leaving her dizzy, shaken, trying to pull back, to retreat to safer ground.
Domino wouldn’t allow it.
He scooped her up and carried her from the room, though not before Dakotah saw Fane and Cable and Kiziah wrapped in a cocoon of love, holding one another tightly as they basked in the afterglow of their own pleasure. The flames in the fireplace not nearly as bright or as hot as what they found in each other.
She expected Domino to toss her onto the bed, but instead he moved through the bedroom and into the bathroom, depositing her in the shower stall and joining her there, making her scream then laugh when a blast of cold water hit them both before steamy hot water followed in a soothing caress. He pressed her against the wall, eyes dancing, lips trailing wet, sucking kisses along her neck and shoulders, her breasts, playful now where only moments before he’d been intense.
It was a welcome relief to Dakotah. A different type of seduction. And she responded to it, petting him in return, nipping and kissing as she slid down his body. His mock growls making her smile against his slick skin, filling her heart with a lightness she’d never associated with sex.
She stopped to torture tight male nipples, reveled in his honest moans of pleasure, in the way his body shuddered, pressing and rubbing against hers, enticing her to lick and suck, his cock already hard again, thick and full and waiting for her attention.
But she refused to be hurried despite its pulsing insistence. She grasped his nipple between her teeth, tugging as he’d done to her earlier, teasing it with her tongue as his fingers clenched and unclenched in her hair.
Only when his head was thrown back, his body arched, tense, did she slip lower, cupping his testicles in her hand, measuring their fullness and weight as she nuzzled his cock, inhaled his scent, the wolf inside shivering with joy, urging her to taste him, to know him through all her senses.
Domino’s growls turned into moans, and then became her name. Repeated over and over again as she let him press through her lips. Her hands and mouth controlling the depth of his pleasure, the length of it, driving him higher and higher, until there was no hint of their earlier playfulness. Until there was only fevered need and the satisfaction of giving and receiving beyond anything ever experienced with another partner.
She was a heady addiction for Domino. The end result hardwired into him. Each taking fed The Heat and erased the memory of those who had come before her. Bound him more tightly to Dakotah until his reality centered on her. On what she would become for him. His kadine. His mate. The mother of his children. And he rejoiced in her presence in his life.
He took her to the floor of the shower stall, pinned her there, testing his control by burying his face between her thighs, the hot rush of her arousal warring for his attention with the wild thundering of her blood. He wanted to sink his fangs into her inner thigh but thrust his tongue into her cunt instead, fucking in and out, consuming her, lifting his head only to suck her clit, to attack it with his tongue as she writhed and strained against him, her voice husky then hoarse as she begged him for more, and he savored the sound, enjoyed the erotic retribution for what she’d done to him. Ignored her pleas as she’d ignored his until his own needs matched hers. Only then did he swallow her release—jerking away when the temptation to take her blood became too great—and with a growl he levered himself over her, his eyes capturing and holding hers as he pierced her with his cock, fucked her as the hot water rained down on them.
CHAPTER 6
Dakotah woke up with Domino pressed tightly against her back, his arm draped over her side, insurance that she’d stay put.
Or maybe she woke up pressed tightly against his chest, snuggled close as though needing Domino’s warmth and intimacy.
Either way, it was a first. To wake up in someone’s arms.
She lay still for long moments, savoring it, thinking about it, wondering if it was an illusion. Wondering if the night before had really been about more than sex.
It was daytime now. She could feel it even though heavy drapes covered the windows.
Dakotah turned in Domino’s arms, surprise filling her when she realized that she could see him as clearly as if the room had been flooded with sunlight. The knowledge that she’d gained another edge, one she might need to survive, pleased her, but it also made her wonder what other changes had occurred from taking his blood.
Uneasiness skittered along her spine when she thought about how difficult it had been for her to leave him and go to the campground. How she’d almost felt relieved when it became obvious that Fane and Cable intended to take her back to Domino, whether she was willing or not.
And yet despite her misgivings, her doubts, Dakotah’s womb fluttered as she looked at Domino’s ultramasculine features. Her body grew heavy as need and lust gathered, pulsing through her veins in thick, slow waves, like blood-red water pulled from a deep internal well.
She had so many questions. Questions she needed answers to.
Dakotah shivered, remembering the nightmare days after surviving Anthony Hale’s attack. The lost memories. The lost periods of time. Waking up naked and covered in blood. The terror she’d experienced, wondering if she’d learn that the wolf had killed a child or an innocent. The relief each time there’d been no whisper of lives lost.
There was so much blood on her hands. But none of it coated her conscience.
There were so many things she’d had to do in order to survive. Choices forced on her and she could live with them, burying them in the darkness of the past as she kept moving into the future.
She’d made the decision to return to the clearing, to help Domino back to the house. And yet she still had no idea what that decision had cost her.
She needed to know. Needed to deal with it.
The smell of bacon and coffee drifted in, diverting her thoughts, drawing her attention away from the man next her. Her sense of smell and her hearing expanded so that she knew there was only one person in the kitchen. Kiziah. The footsteps were light, and there was a faint, feminine smell underneath that of the bacon and coffee.
Dakotah slipped from the bed and dressed, taking her backpack with her as she left the bedroom. Kiziah looked up from the stove when she walked in, her face turning pink with embarrassment before she ducked her head and mumbled, “There’s enough for two if you want something to eat.”
It took Dakotah a second to realize what was causing the other woman’s face to flame with color. She almost laughed. Though the sound of it would have held more pain than amusement.
Fuck. There’d been no room in her life for shyness or sensibilities when it came to sex. No room for shame unless she wanted it to destroy her.
Dakotah moved to the counter and retrieved a coffee mug from the cabinet, feeling suddenly awkward, her mind scrambling for something to say to put Kiziah at ease. Finally deciding to part with a measure of truth, even if the words tasted bitter on her tongue. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. At least what you’ve got with them is real. Most of what I’ve seen and done isn’t.”