Page 33 of Dominion
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, her heart still galloping as she enjoyed the bliss. She thought Ben would return, perhaps with a condom, but she heard the sound of the shower turning on.
Kicking off her panties, which were now tangled around her ankles, she padded to the bathroom and pushed open the door.
The shower curtain stood open and Ben leaned against the tile wall of the stall, eyes closed, his fist closed around the largest cock she’d ever seen. The muscles in his sculpted chest and arm rippled as he pumped his manhood with an urgency that made her lightheaded. She watched for a moment, transfixed by the sight. But then confusion clouded her exhausted brain. Did he not want her? Why was he in here taking care of his own needs without her? Insecurity crept in and she started to back out of the bathroom, ready to pretend she’d never seen it, when his eyes opened and their gazes tangled. His eyes glowed amber, his dark lashes rimming the gold and making them pop. She saw anguish in his face.
She took a breath and stepped forward. “May I join you?”
“Get out,”he gritted through clenched teeth.
She flinched, but didn’t move. “I’d like to help you with that,” she said, her eyes flicking to his aching cock. Her nipples stood out in pebbled tips, her naked form almost too beautiful to take in.
He bit back the groan of longing that rose in his throat. His vision was razor-sharp, teeth elongating. He took several breaths to get control. “Get out,” he croaked. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I like fire,” she said softly, taking another step forward.
“Ashley,” he bit out, “you don’t know what I would do to you.”
“What would you do?” Her gaze was soft, swimming in desire. Soft waves of rich brown hair fell in around her flushed face, and the blue eyes were almost all pupil. Jesus, that look… his flesh prickled with needles and pins, the need to mark her overtaking him. He imagined claiming her, taking her roughly from behind as he sank his teeth into her…
He gripped his cock, squeezing it hard as he pumped his fist up and down. Jesus Christ. He’d never been so out of control before. His climax came like a torpedo, shuddering through him. He shot his load onto the tile, his cum hot where it splattered on his hand and thigh.
Ashley stared, her blue eyes huge. She dragged her tongue across her lower lip, sending him into a second blinding orgasm. When it passed, he leaned against the shower wall, his knees weak. “Get out!” he barked.
She froze, looking uncertain.
“Go,” he said, panting to regain his breath.
Her face flushed and he knew he’d hurt her, but he couldn’t help it. She had no idea what would happen if he let his animal self loose with her. She’d be marked within seconds, possibly bleed to death, and if she survived, she’d be mated to a loser wolf with a death threat hanging over his head. Which meant she’d never be safe again.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled as she turned and slipped out the door without looking back.
He closed his eyes in frustration. He was such a jackass. He punched the shower wall beside him, cracking the tile. The pain eased a little of the need pulsing through him. The orgasm had only brought him the mildest relief. The pressure to claim the intoxicating female in the next room still pulsed beneath the surface. It was going to be a long night.
He turned off the water and toweled off, putting his boxers and jeans back on. He needed as much of a barrier between his cock and Ashley as possible. When he emerged, he found the lights off and Ashley curled up on the bed in fetal position. He could hear by her breath that she wasn’t asleep, but her eyes were closed as if she were pretending to be. Guilt washed over him. How could he explain himself?
He couldn’t.
He grabbed a pillow from the bed and settled in the armchair by the window. He’d sleep there, as far away from the beautiful human in his bed. No, it wasn’t his bed. And she wasn’t his female.
“You can share the bed with me,” she said. She sounded hurt.
“No, I don’t think I can,” he said.
She sat up, peering through the darkness at him. He knew her human eyes couldn’t make out much, but he saw every line of her pinched face. “Please?” she asked in a small voice.
If his insides were a dishtowel, she’d just twisted them and wrung him out. How could he deny her anything? He unfolded his long frame from the chair and crawled over the bed.
Rolling her to face away from him, he settled at her back, draping an arm around her waist. “I’m right here,” he murmured in her ear.
She gave a contented sigh and laced her fingers through his, pulling his hand to her chest. He willed his brain not to think about the heat of her body or the rightness of the way she fit against him. Surprisingly, despite her proximity, he did relax and sleep overcame him long before he expected it.
7
He dreamed Ashley was leaning over him, murmuring something seductive in his ear. She unbuttoned his jeans, her hand sliding into the opening and gripping his shaft.
He groaned out loud and the sound of his voice jerked him awake. He blinked, still in a haze from the dream. Light filtered through the motel room curtains.
His cock was hard and… oh, God.