Chapter 35
Dominic spun around, jerking me by my wrist as he tromped back towards the others. His threat heating the back of my neck, I pulled hard at my trapped hand. His strong grip was immovable where it locked onto me.
Within a few minutes, we arrived back in the glade. I had been running in a circle, I realized. I wanted to go to Grayson but had unknowingly been returning to Dominic.
Dominic spun me around and planted me next to Jax, who still leaned against a log chucking knives into wood. The ground down rocky blades wedged into the same holes he made before I left, his precision astounding me.
"Where’d you run off to?"
They all seemed so calm and relaxed, like they hadn’t been hypnotized while I had disappeared for almost an hour.
"I took a stroll," I told him with a touch of sarcasm.
A mischievous grin spread across his face.
"How long have I been gone?" I tested.
He shrugged, "dunno, a few minutes."
"Did you guys.... see me leave?"
"Nope, you’re getting good at being sneaky," he snarked.
I hid my surprise. My secret had given me the upper hand but my mission had failed. Grayson would have to wait, for now. But my hope was renewed at my ability to call on my power at will, while also keeping it hidden.
"Let’s go," Dominic decreed. "We’ve had enough fun for today."
No one argued and slowly rose from their resting places. Dominic picked up the pack that held the remains of our lunch and strapped it to my back. I jumped at the contact before he turned me by the shoulders and directed me towards the trail.
Holding onto the back of the pack, he guided me like a dog all the way back to base. The walk was quiet as the others gave me pitiful looks. He was treating me like a child in trouble and I fought the urge to stomp my feet as we walked back.
Once we arrived, he continued pushing me from behind as the others headed towards the pit. I turned to protest but his hand grasped my shoulder, leading me to his hut.
Fear coiled tight around my throat. He wasn’t serious about tying me to the bed, was he? The door swung open and he shoved me inside.
Turning, he grabbed a rope and wrapped it around the wooden-rod door handle and tied it to an anchor that had been built into the clay wall. He’d locked himself in here before.
Sometimes it was hard for me to picture him on the island all alone for so long before Julien and Marek arrived. It made me wonder what dangers would make a werewolf install a lock in his deserted island hut.
He twisted around, the door secure from allowing others in and letting me out. Panic took over then and I backed up to the wall.
A predatory look crossed him as his breathing became heavier with lust. I tried making myself smaller as he approached, again too close for comfort.
I looked down as his heaving chest came closer to my own. A hand came up and I flinched. He paused before wrapping it around the back of neck, pulling at my hair to make me look up at him.
"Good girl," he smiled.
It felt as though hundreds of bees had formed within me, buzzing and vibrating their wings against my insides and honey dripping from below.
His other hand gripped my waist, pulling it towards his crotch. My eyes darkened and I held my defiant look as he bent down towards my ear.
"Do you want me?"
"No," I said firmly and meant it.
His smell slipped past my guard, a warm cedar musk that played on my senses like a violin.
The hand at the back of my neck shifted towards my throat, his thumb tracing the edge of my jawline. The sensation sent a heated shiver through my chest.
His hand rested at the base of my neck and his lips grazed the side of my earlobe, voice low and soft like a whisper.
"You’re fighting it. I can feel what you feel. You want me to make you want it, don’t you?"
The question felt wrong, yet it tilted in my mind as I argued with the urges of the bond.
He pulled back slightly, hands falling away. The wall was cool at my back, but he was all warmth in front of me. Solid, patient. Waiting.
"You’re not a prisoner here," his voice low.
His eyes drifted to my mouth and I licked my lip, unintentionally, as I imagined the taste of him.
"But the longer you deny this bond," he continued.
"The harder it’ll be for you. Though..." he paused. "I wouldn’t mind seeing you struggle." A dubious smile forming.
My lips parted at this and his thumb instinctively went for my bottom lip, tugging it down slightly.
I was fighting it. Hard. My mind screamed at me to close the distance and wrap my legs around him, begging for him to take me. But another part told me to bite his finger and kick him between the legs.
Deciding which one to follow was becoming more and more difficult, yet I held my ground.
"Pity," he said with a raised eyebrow, sensing my turmoil. "There’s so many things I want to teach you."
Teach me? My stomach pulled. I could practically feel the pulse of my heart between my thighs. That feeling deep down calling to him, betraying me as a slickness formed beneath me.
"Wha...what would you teach me?" The quivering voice didn’t belong to me, but it came from my mouth. It was too high pitched and breathy.
He leaned closer. I tilted my head up and raised onto my toes. My hands pressed against the wall behind me for balance. I was losing control.
He leaned even closer. Every fiber of my being wanted this now, wanted him. I made a small noise, not quite a whimper and not quite a moan.
That was all he needed. His restraint broken, he could no longer hold back and neither could I.
Our mouths crashed together, starving for each other.
His mouth pressed harder as tongues swiped across teeth. Mynarms wrapped around his neck with a desperation. A hand traveling up the open skirt and gripping into the skin behind me.
A drew my leg around him and he lifted me up, turning to the bed. He broke the kiss only to shove me backwards into the blankets, following me down before I could even catch my breath.
Hands groped and kisses trailed as I succumbed to the inevitability of Dominic’s claim.
His hands looped around mine and pulled them above my head. The roughness of his pants rubbed against my inner thighs as he ground his hips against mine.
I moaned as his mouth moved against mine before moving to my neck, his hands working above me.
His kisses moved down my collarbone and my breathing became irregular. When his fingers trailed down my arms to my breasts, I pulled at where his hands had been.
Something tight wrapped around each wrist, holding me in place in the bed. He moved lower, lips tickling the skin around my belly button.
I bucked my hips at him, tugging at the ties. He gripped each side of my inner thigh, just above the knee and forced me open.
"Tell me to stop." His voice teasing as he leaned between my legs and blew a heated breath against my panties.
My hips lifted towards him, drawn to the source of air. I couldn’t say it and he knew it. His teeth gripped my underwear, pulling them over to expose me.
"I want you to beg for it." His voice so close, it vibrated between me.
"Dominic," I pleaded.
He kissed every place around me except where I wanted most.
"You can do better than that,"
I pulled at my restraints, wanting to escape and wanting more of him at the same time. A tension gathered in my core, a sharp and breathless pause. Like my blood was leaning towards him.
"Please," I breathed, "Don’t stop."
My body begged for more, begged for him and he obliged. His mouth connected with the parts of me that had never felt such a sensation.
I could feel his taste buds slide over me, bringing me to the edge. I gasped and moaned as his tongue moved like a being of its own against me.
His hands wrapped around my thighs and he pulled me closer to him, slipping the tip of his tongue inside just enough for a burst of pleasure to leave my mouth.
He didn’t stop and the stir beneath my skin deepened. Pulling up for air, he breathed.
"That’s it, cum for me."
I buckled beneath him as his mouth returned to me. A sucking feeling shattered me, and I surrendered myself to him, trembling as I came undone.