Page 98 of Dominion

“I’m thinking, maybe something like this.” He brought his hands to her waist and turned her, then picked up her small, smooth hands and placed them on the wall, one at a time. Like before, just touching her bare skin fired his inner wolf. He stroked his palms up her arms to her shoulders, savoring her soft skin. He slid them down her sides until he reached her hips, then he lifted one hand and brought it sharply down on her ass.

Her sharp intake of breath made his cock throb. “I think your sister warned you about me,” he rumbled in her ear, his voice deeper and more gravelly than usual.

The silly girl didn’t know wolves have excellent hearing. Walking to the other side of a room didn’t preclude him from hearing every word of their conversation.

She didn’t answer, but appeared to be frozen, listening intently, waiting. He caught no sign that he’d intimidated her. No, all he got was interest. That’s what he’d smelled when she was on the phone, too. Good, that was the way he wanted it. He’d feel like a douchebag if he genuinely scared her.

“If you try to leave here, I’ll spank you until this perfect ass is pink and your sweet little pussy is dripping wet.”

Pink stained her cheeks. Her exhale sounded shaky. She didn’t look at him, but remained in the position he’d put her, staring at the wall. The heady scent of her arousal told him he’d already achieved the second goal. And damn, he’d never wanted a human this badly before.

“Let me know if you want me to take care of that ache between your legs,” he murmured, then stepped back. His voice sounded rough and deep. “I’d be happy to fuck the princess right out of you.”

He shouldn’t have said it. Not when he’d just gotten her to warm to him.

She drew herself up, yanking her hands away from the wall and spinning on him, cheeks flushed red. “Nice. Real nice.” She lifted her chin and marched right for the front door.

“Don’t do it,” he warned.

She took a final look over her shoulder at him and threw the door wide, taking off running the minute she stepped outside.

His inner wolf took over. Before he could rein himself in, he charged after her, vision domed, the thrill of the hunt upon him. No, the thrill of mating. In a flash, he was upon her, the animal in him roaring to…

Could it be?

Mark.

His inner wolf wanted to mate with her—permanently.

He caught her and carried her back into the house. Her scent filled his nostrils, making it impossible for him to regain control. His body wouldn’t obey the command from his brain to put her down. She was his she-wolf and he needed to claim her, to make her his, to embed his scent in her, forever. With one arm wrapped around her waist, his free hand went under her skirt straight to her core. His lips went to her neck. Without any permission from his brain, his fingers rubbed her clit over her lacy panties.

“Cody!” she choked on his name and the shock in her voice brought his senses back.

“Fuck.” He released her like she was on fire and backed away. “Christ, I’m sorry.”

She whirled, her eyes widening at what she saw. His irises had to be ice blue, showing his wolf. Fuck, were his teeth out, too?

That didn’t make sense. Why would he want to mark a human?

He shook his head, trying to recover his human self, his rational mind.

He held his palms up in surrender. “I didn’t mean to lose control. That was… unexpected.”

As his vision returned to normal, he scrubbed a hand over his face and drew several deep, cleansing breaths. Melissa’s cheeks were flushed, her erect nipples showing through her bra and blouse.

He couldn’t think what to say, except the first thing that popped into his head. “You nearly got fucked within an inch of your life.”

She let out a shaky exhale.

He touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue. They felt normal now, but he knew he’d been about to mark her. The sweet secretion he would’ve embedded in her skin pooled in his mouth.

He glared at her, as if it were all her fault. “Never run from an aroused wolf. Especially not an alpha. It triggers the instinct to claim.”

She blinked.

Way to blame the victim, asshole.

Fucking hell. He’d screwed this situation up royally.