Page 133 of Dominion

Rip. Roll.

In the next second he’d buried himself, balls deep, without a thought to preparing her.

She gasped, her muscles tightening around him.

“Christ, did you just come?” His choked voice sounded far away.

“Yes,” she panted. “I’m good. Go on.”

He didn’t need any encouragement. With a surge, he rocked back and in. Her fucktastic ass was hot and soft underneath him, her channel so deliciously tight, wet, and warm.

She made the cutest little grunts every time he plowed into her, but they were pushing him over the edge.

He reached around and covered her mouth with his palm. “Hush, baby. Stop making those sweet little sounds or I will come unglued.”

She tongued his palm.

His teeth elongated.

No.

He lifted his head back and twisted his neck to turn it away from her, squeezing his eyes shut. “Don’t move,” he panted. “Don’t make a fucking sound… I just need… to finish.” But sliding in and out of her was too much. Her scent surrounded him, engulfed him. He roared, leaning on his knuckles beside her head, pounding his hips against her ass, hard and fast. His balls contracted. Stars danced before his eyes. The desire to sink his teeth into her shot through him as cum surged down his shaft. He opened his jaws wide, serum dripping from his teeth.

Somehow, he found the control to rear back, pulling out to stand on his knees behind her.

She whimpered at the loss.

“No sound,” he whispered hoarsely, fisting his pulsing cock. He pumped it twice before flicking off the condom and spilling his seed all over her beautiful red ass.

They panted together as his vision returned to normal. His lust had not diminished, but the urgency to mark her had eased. He reached down and smeared his cum over her ass, parting her cheeks and working it down into her anus with his thumb.

Her throaty cry had him hard again in seconds. He wanted to take her ass, but knew better. He had no control—he’d certainly hurt her. So he settled, instead, for working her back hole, massaging the ring of muscle until it relaxed to let him in.

She gasped, tensing, but he brought his middle and index finger to her soaking pussy and slid them inside. The moment he began finger fucking both holes, she began moaning. She arched, rubbing her face on the bed, twisting her bound hands around each other.

He pumped faster, dizzy from the satisfaction of pleasuring her. When he reached his free hand beneath her hips and rubbed her clit, she went off. Her scream pierced the air, echoing off the walls, nearly making him shift so he could join her howl.

Her internal walls squeezed his fingers, milking them over and over again. When she, at last, went limp, he eased them out and worked to untie the knot on the ropes.

“Beautiful girl,” he croaked, releasing her hands and moving to her feet. He bent and kissed the back of her calf as he freed one ankle, then the other.

She didn’t move.

He pulled on his jeans so his cock couldn’t get any smart ideas while they slept and crawled up beside her, tugging the pillows out from under her hips. “Come here, baby.” He pulled her against his chest.

She rolled into him, resting her head on his shoulder with a sweet little sigh.

He stroked her long, beautiful mane and kissed her forehead. The actions were foreign to him—he’d never cuddled a woman in his life—yet they seemed so natural and right. The awareness of the soft lushness of her naked form tucked against his crept in like prickles of fire, disturbing the tender moment. His palm sought her breast and the prickles burst into full flames.

“I need to get some clothes on you,” he said gruffly, somehow managing to tear himself away from her. “Or I’ll have your legs spread all night.” He picked up his t-shirt from where he’d thrown it on the floor earlier and pulled it over her head.

Her expression stalled his heart. There was an openness there, a trusting wonder in her the way her big blue eyes gazed up at him. She’d surrendered to his care. The impact of it nearly dropped him to his knees. His hands shook as he tugged the covers up and climbed in beside her.

He cupped her face and ran his thumb down her cheek, marveling at how soft her skin was, how perfect and smooth.

“It must be hard to lead a pack.” Her words startled him.

He settled onto his back and pulled her up against his side, her head on his shoulder. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Half the time I wonder what in the hell I’m doing. I started out as the anti-leader. I was alpha because of my size and strength, but I had no interest in leading. I didn’t want to be like my father.” He couldn’t help the note of bitterness that came into his voice when he mentioned his dad.