Page 141 of Dominion

She wobbled on her feet. “Cody,” she whispered hoarsely, “my legs won’t hold me up.”

He couldn’t help it—he was back in explicit crude mode. “Maybe because you belong on your knees.”

He expected to see irritation or disgust on her face, but she held his eyes and lowered to her knees. He sucked in a shocked breath. Her fingers unfastened the button of his jeans and urged the zipper down until his cock sprang free.

She wasted no time fisting the base of his cock and taking it into her mouth.

He shuddered with pleasure.

She sucked hard and bobbed her head on and off fast. Then she slowly, deliberately, took him all the way to the back of her throat and out again.

His thighs shook. “That’s it, baby. Show me how sorry you are.”

She came off and licked a long line from his balls to the head of his cock, then around the rim.

He twined his fingers in her hair and pushed her forward.

Her eyes widened in surprise, so he stopped short of hitting the back of her throat. Gripping her head with both his hands, he held it still and pumped his length into her mouth, using her like a fuck hole.

She liked that. He caught another waft of her beautiful musk.

He closed his eyes, his control slipping. Her fingernails dug into his thighs.

“I’m going to come,” he warned before he came like a space shuttle hurtling to the moon.

She kept her lips closed around his cock, took his seed and swallowed it down.

Damn.

“Melissa, that was incredible.”

She came off and bit his thigh.

His vision domed immediately, teeth dropped. Female wolves bit and scratched during sex and it fully activated the beast within him.

To keep from marking her, he whirled and walked several steps away, shoving his cock back in his jeans and zipping them.

When he turned, Melissa looked lost on her knees alone and he felt like an asshole. He strode over, picked her up by the armpits and tossed her over his shoulder, yanking her skirt back down and picking up her panties from the floor.

“It’s time for your ass-fucking.”

“Cody.” She sounded slightly alarmed. “Please.”

He shoved her panties in his pocket, picked up the work tray and marched out the front door, locking it behind him.

“Cody, put me down! This is unseemly. Please don’t carry me like this.”

Hearing her desperation, he dropped her to her feet, then swung her back up in a cradle position. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Better?”

She hesitated, then nestled her head onto his shoulder, against his neck in a move that turned his insides to liquid. “Yes.”

He made it to his house in less than a minute and unlocked the door, still refusing to put her down. He carried her into the bedroom, where he dropped her on her feet, spun her around, and unzipped her fitted yellow skirt. It dropped to the floor in a pastel puddle.

“Cody, I don’t think this is a good idea. I mean, do you think it’s safe?”

He decided not to take her blouse and bra off, to assist in keeping control. Placing his hand on her back, he bent her torso down over the bed.