Page 77 of Dominion

As always, the scent of his mate’s tears subdued him, even though rationally, he knew they were a sign of her imminent pleasure, not harm. Still, his instincts screamed for him to fix it, and he flicked off the anal vibrator as well.

Her moan was one of disappointment this time.

“I know,mi amor. I’m going to take care of all of your needs as soon as I get you home.”

She turned her head and blinked at him as if seeing through a haze. “I love you, Ben Stone,” she murmured.

Something more powerful even than lust rocked him, puffing up his chest with warmth. “I love you, too,mi reina.”

When he pulled up in the driveway of the house they’d rented while they had their dream house built, Ashley opened the car door and bolted for the house. He chuckled, throwing open his own door and giving chase. He caught her fumbling with the keys. Yanking them from her hands, he managed to open the door and half-carried, half-dragged her inside, tearing her clothes off as he went.

He flicked on one vibrator, then the other. He’d stripped Ashley out of her sexy skirt and jacket and had her blouse halfway unbuttoned as he pushed her backward toward the bedroom. Blouse off. Bra unhooked. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, pouncing over her.

Panties down.

He pulled the pussy vibe out of her dripping cunt without bothering to turn it off.

She reached for the button on his pants and undid it, freeing his length as he claimed her mouth. He wanted to devour her, eat her alive. His teeth had lengthened, his vision had sharpened, which meant his eyes had changed from green to gold. He licked into her mouth, holding back the growl of domination that rose in his throat.

Not that Ashley ever protested when he took her roughly.

Ashley thoughtshe would die if she didn’t come. The vibration in her ass had turned her to jelly, her body quivering for Ben. “Please,” she whispered when he broke their kiss. She had his shirt in her fist, and she pulled it toward her, trying to drive despite the fact that she was on the bottom.

Thankfully, Ben let her. He took her with one penetrating stroke, entering to the hilt and staying there while she squirmed under him. She wrapped her legs around his back to pull him in deeper, lifting her hips to move him inside her.

Ben palmed the place where her neck met shoulder, holding her in place as he withdrew and entered once more, with force.

She moaned wantonly. “I need you… I need you, please.”

Ben’s mouth stretched into a wolfish grin, his teeth gleaming dangerously. He backed out and slammed in again, his eyes glittering gold, his expression hungry. He reached toward his pants still around his legs and she thought he would pull them off, but instead he retrieved a small electronic device.

Suddenly, the rate of vibration in her ass increased. She screamed, shoving her pelvis against him, trying desperately to get relief. Ben thankfully began to thrust inside her, shoving all the way in with a bone-jolting force.

“Oh, God, yes. Please…”

“I love it when you beg,” he murmured, his voice thick. He slammed into her again and again, taking her with the violence she craved, each stroke too much, too hard, each withdrawal too soon.

It seemed her entire body split open to him, her heart burst wide, her body completely his. She no longer squirmed or writhed or tried to direct the action, because working against him would have painful results. She gave herself over to him completely, his ragdoll, his marked mate, open for his seed.

“Come for me, Ashley,” he said in a guttural tone and slammed deeply inside at the same moment he tugged the cord for the anal vibrator, pulling it through the tight ring of her sphincter muscles and leaving it halfway out, stretching her wide with its buzzing girth. She shattered, her pussy clenching, her internal muscles contracting in wave after wave of mind-blowing release. It seemed to go on forever—both his orgasm and hers. She swore she felt the searing heat of his cum inside her, sensed the way her body joyfully received it, milking his cock and propelling it deep inside her. When at last, her muscles stopped their fluttering, Ben eased the vibrator the rest of the way out, but left his enormous cock inside her.

Without a doubt, this was the perfect way to make a baby. It had been a nearly religious experience and the euphoria flowing through her now was only interrupted by one thought: she’d screwed everything up.

Because of her deceit, there would be no wolf pup conceived that day. The pill would prevent it, and her soon-to-be husband had no idea of her sabotage.

She turned her head to the side as hot tears leaked from her eyes.

Ben kissed them away, the tenderness of his response only making her feel worse. He thought they were from the incredible orgasm, not the wracking guilt that darkened her chest. Easing out and settling beside her, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her face and hair, nibbling on her ear. “Te quiero… te amo.”

More tears. “I love you, too, Ben.”

He held her until her body stopped trembling and their temperature returned to normal.

“I’m going to go to the restroom and then I’ll make us some lunch,” she murmured, slipping out of his embrace. In the bathroom, she unzipped the cosmetic bag where she hid the pills and stared at them with disgust. Her stomach clenched and she wanted to throw up. If only she could throw up the half month’s worth she’d already taken. She wondered what would happen if she stopped taking them today. Was there still a chance for pregnancy? And if so, would the baby be healthy, or would the pills cause some abnormality?

The sound of the door opening behind her made her jump and gasp, yanking her hand with the pills behind her back as she spun to face Ben.

He froze.