Page 50 of Dominion

“Ashley,” he murmured, his body already painfully close to marking her. “Ashley…” He was trying to think of some words to explain why he couldn’t give her what she seemed to need, but his body had another idea entirely. He had already yanked her against him, her soft, naked form melding to his.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her naked pussy hot against his belly. He walked her to the bed and laid her on her back where he bit and sucked his way down her neck to her left breast.

“Fuck me, Ben,” she begged in a guttural tone.

“I can’t,” he managed to croak, crawling down between her thighs. He spread her knees up and licked into her.

The taste of her arousal hit him like a bolt of lightning, a shock shuddering through his body, screaming at him to claim her.

Mark her. Mark her now.

Her fingers twined in his hair, pulling it roughly as she rolled her pelvis up and down, sliding her slit over his tongue.

She yanked his hair. “Why won’t you fuck me?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Ash,” he managed to say, sliding two fingers inside her to distract her.

The walls of her vagina tightened immediately around his fingers, clenching. He shoved them up further, seeking her sweet spot. Finding it, he curled his fingers to stroke it, feeling the tissue thicken under his fingertips.

“I know you’re huge, but I think I’ll stretch,” she panted.

He choked back a laugh. “You think I’m huge? No, don’t answer—that’s not what I meant. It’s… wolves are rough, really rough.”

She moaned wantonly and he closed his eyes. Her scent filled his nostrils, taking over all his senses. He needed to cool down or he would lose control and mark her.

But Ashley was rocking her little pelvis, thrusting her breasts toward the ceiling. Her willing submission to both his punishment and his pleasure made her undeniablyhis. His need to please and protect her, to cherish her, to care for her in every way rose up so fiercely it almost blinded him.

Heat suffused his body, not the heat of the shift to mark her, but of something else. Something deeper and more emotional. He had never in his life acted with anyone else’s needs ahead of his.

His dad had modeled selfishness, and he’d followed suit. Leon had gone the opposite direction, caring for his hundreds of employees, his pack, and his family, all without complaint. Now, as he watched his female flushing with pleasure, her sensuous mouth falling open on a moan, he knew he’d do anything for her—even if he never found satisfaction himself. Giving her pleasure had become more important than receiving.

He circled her clit with his thumb as he continued to slowly penetrate her with two fingers, then three.

“Turn over,” he instructed.

She rolled to her belly, looking over her shoulder at him with glassy eyes. He found her slit from behind and slid inside with his two fingers, working his thumb against the little rosette of her back hole. She cried out, the muscles of her pussy clenching around his fingers.

He gathered some of her natural lubricant on his thumb and circled her anus, massaging the quivering hole as he continued to push in and out of her pussy.

“Please,” she whimpered, humping the bed.

He pushed more insistently on her anus. “Open for me,” he ordered, the timbre of command threading his voice. Her muscle relaxed and he breached the entrance. Massaging around the opening, he entered her to one knuckle, then the next.

She cried out, arching back like a bow. He finger-fucked her, rocking his fingers between her back hole and her pussy. When she began to thrash against him, he thrust harder, somehow miraculously able to keep his mind off his own body’s reaction.

Sliding his free hand underneath her, he rubbed her clit. She came, her entire body bucking, her internal muscles squeezing his fingers in a pulsing release. He groaned, his cock throbbing painfully for release. He continued to pump into both her holes until her muscles relaxed and she collapsed in a limp heap beneath him.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed.

He eased his fingers out of her, trying not to think about how badly he wanted to take her with brutal force.

She rolled over and gazed up at him, a contented smile playing on her lips. “Why do you do that?”

“What?”

She blushed. “You know. Put your finger there.”

He grinned at her embarrassment. “Because I like to see you come undone.”