Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
DOMINIC
G ianna stares at me for a long moment, her gaze serious. She’s holding the ruby choker I bought for her. I’d spent the evening after meeting her getting stupid-drunk with my cousin because I needed him to convince me that kidnapping and keeping a human was wrong. Instead, he suggested I wait to see what happens, to see if Gianna might also be interested in me, and I’ve been doing that for almost a year.
But every time I saw something that made me think of her, I bought it. If she chooses to stay with me, I have birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmases covered for years to come, but she doesn’t need to know that yet. I want to spoil her every day—without freaking her out.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I nearly swallowed my damn tongue when I saw her outfit at the party, but she’s even more gorgeous now, sitting naked on top of me, her dark hair a wild cloud. A pulse of satisfaction goes through me at the knowledge that I was the one to muss up her perfect curls.
Finally, she offers me the necklace. “Will you help me put it on?”
I take it from her, then pause, needing to make absolutely certain we’re on the same page. “Does this mean you don’t mind the obsession?”
She lifts her hands to my face and leans in to kiss me. “Dominic. You bought me a necklace worth thousands of dollars because it matched my scrunchie. It’s not like you murdered my ex-boyfriend or something.” She grins, dimples popping in her cheeks. “I’m okay with your type of obsession.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Is there an ex-boyfriend I need to murder, though?”
She shakes her head. “No one important. And there will never be another one if I can help it either.”
Her brown eyes get shiny with unshed tears, and even though I think they’re tears of happiness, the sight makes my chest hurt, so I kiss her instead, tangling my tongue with hers. Then I sit up to put on her necklace, which has her shifting in my lap, rubbing all over my thick cock. Gianna clutches my chest as I brush aside her hair so it doesn’t catch in the clasp, then touches the choker reverently with her fingertips.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “I love it. It’s very beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” I run my gaze down to her perfect breasts, still pink from my earlier attention.
She bites back a sigh when her slick pussy slides over my length. “We should probably have a shower.” But she doesn’t move to climb off my lap.
I grip her hips, careful not to pinch her with my claws. “Is that what you want?”
The rosiness of her breasts now spreads all the way up her neck and into her cheeks. “No,” she admits.
“Then show me,” I demand.
She glances between us, to where my cock strains up against my belly. “How are you still hard?”
I let out a rough chuckle. “It’s always like that when I’m around you. One quick peek at your dirty mind, and I get like this.”
Gianna scowls at me. “Dominic.”
And already, I know exactly what she wants. This little human will rule my life from now on, and I will do everything in my power to make her the happiest woman alive.
“You need me to tell you my dirty thoughts?” I purr, cupping her tits and swiping my thumbs over her nipples.
She gasps but doesn’t waste time. Reaching between us, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and gives it a good squeeze. “Let’s make a deal. If you check my thoughts, you need to tell me yours. Otherwise, it’s not fair.”
I capture her lips with mine and thrust my tongue in her mouth, fucking her with it, exactly how she likes it. She tastes divine , and my cock kicks in her grip, already leaking creamy precum.
“I want to fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me for days,” I growl. I bite her lower lip, then soothe the sting with my tongue and add, “Or I could stay inside you all the time. You make me so hard, and your pussy feels like bliss.”
Gianna moans into the kiss, then breaks away, eyes round. “That would make our lives complicated, wouldn’t it?”
I shake my head, holding her face tenderly. “Nothing is complicated when I’m inside you. It’s all so very clear.”
I don’t say the words yet, but I will, soon. I want to be the first to tell her I love her, then repeat it every single day of our lives, so she’ll never doubt it.
Gianna’s eyes glimmer again, but just when I think her tears might spill over, she surprises me instead by gripping me more tightly. She gives my cock a firm stroke that has me fighting back a snarl, especially when she thumbs my piercings. Then she lifts her hips and positions the cockhead at her pussy and meets my gaze.
She doesn’t break eye contact as she slowly sinks down on me, her sweet, hot pussy enveloping me like a fist. She’s slick from before, and at the thought of us pushing all my cum deeper into her, my control nearly snaps. I know she said she was on the pill, but suddenly, I want nothing more than to fill her up with my seed and watch her grow big with our young.
Would she want that? Or would the thought of having Krampus children be too much for her?
She rocks her hips and sinks lower, almost taking all of me. I want to grab her hips and take over, but she puts her palm over my heart, and her eyebrows pinch together as she studies my face.
“What are you thinking?” she murmurs, pausing her movements.
I bring my forehead to hers. “It’s too soon to tell you.”
She brings her other hand to my nape, digs her fingers in my hair, and gives me a light tug. “I want to hear it.” Her lips brush my cheek, then she whispers in my ear, “If something was bothering me, wouldn’t you want to know?”
I shiver as her breath fans over my skin. She’s so small and so much weaker than me, but she has captured me, body and soul, and I can’t deny her anything.
“I was thinking about children,” I admit. “Feeling my cum coating your pussy is doing strange things to me, little mouse. I want to see you round and pregnant, but this is a conversation for another day.”
But Gianna grins at me, then lets out a small laugh. “God, you scared me. I thought something was wrong .”
I frown at her. “So…?”
“I want children,” she says firmly. “Not for a while, because we’re so new, but I like thinking about it, too. And until we’re both ready, we can practice.”
Relief floods through me, and I don’t even mind that she’s still grinning at me.
“Practice, huh?” I fit my hands more firmly around her waist.
I ease her up over my length, then slowly bring her down, impaling her on my cock. When her ass meets my thighs, we both groan. Then Gianna pushes at my chest, indicating I should lie back down. I obey her, eager to see what she has in mind.
She rocks her hips, finding a steady rhythm. Her tits bounce with every movement until she cups them in both hands and pinches her nipples. The sight is so erotic, I buck up my hips without thought, startling a cry from her.
“Fuck!” I pin my ass to the mattress. “I’m sorry. Best warn a guy before you do something like this.”
She grins at me. “That felt amazing . I thought your piercings would only work in the other position because they hit my G-spot, but I love them like this, too.”
I look up at her slyly. “Imagine how good they’d feel if you wore a plug up your ass.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and she gasps. Her rhythm stutters, so she puts one hand on my chest to steady herself.
“You like that idea?” I let my purr rumble through her chest, watching for her reaction. “It would slide so deep inside you and resonate with my purring.”
“Dominic!”
Her blunt fingernails dig into my skin. The pain is so slight, I barely feel it, but I relish it all the same, because it’s proof of her passion, and I want more of it. Holding her ass in both hands, I guide her down over me, meeting her thrust for thrust, sliding so deep inside her. She fits me perfectly, her body soft in all the right places. She’s a fucking dream , and I don’t want to wake up.
Then she moves her hand from her breast to her clit and strums her fingers over it. Her pussy clenches around my length, and her mouth falls open on a long moan.
“I’m so close,” she whines. “Please, please…”
I love that she’s begging even now, when she’s on top, making me lose my godsdamned mind. And I want to be the one to tip her over the edge. So I grip her ass cheeks tighter and spread them rudely, then bring up my tail and brush it lightly over her hole.
Gianna’s eyes fly open in shock, and in the next second, she comes, screaming my name. I grit my teeth and let her ride out her orgasm on me, using my cock as she wants it, slamming her hips down my length over and over.
I want to give her another one before I come, too. She should always have as many orgasms as she can take.
Gianna lowers herself on top of my chest, her hips still rolling, her hand trapped between us to keep pressure on her clit. I love how she draws out her own pleasure, shuddering over me. Her lips brush over the skin of my neck, and I fight off a full-body shiver. I don’t want to come yet, but her pussy is so fucking tight and I don’t think I can?—
She sinks her teeth into my skin, clamping down hard. I shout in surprise, pleasure crashing over me. A snarl tears itself from my throat, and then I’m flipping Gianna over, spreading her creamy thighs and rutting into her until she cries out in pleasure again, coming all over my still-hard cock and milking more cum from me.
“Fuck!” I dig my claws into her flesh and hold her exposed to me, watching my shaft tunnel into her pussy. “Gianna!”
She grins up at me, a drop of my blood staining her lower lip, and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, trying to pull me closer. I’m unhinged, feral for her, but so is she—she’s not cringing away or regretting this. Instead, she lifts her hips for every one of my thrusts, her tits bouncing, and simply holds on.
I let go. It’s the most freeing, most intimate moment I’ve ever experienced, to meet a woman who takes me exactly as I am—claws and horns and all—and accepts me. I lower my head to kiss my blood from her lips, and she sucks my tongue into her mouth, making my eyes roll back. I pick up my pace, our bodies slamming together, creating obscene, wet sounds from all my cum and her slickness.
“Again,” I snarl, my whole body vibrating with the force of my satisfied purring. “I need you to go again. Give you all my cum.”
Gianna nods, her voice hoarse as she answers, “I’m almost there. Just…”
I lift my weight off her and slide my hand between us. Careful not to scratch her, I pinch her swollen little clit between two fingers and press down on it.
She throws her head back in a silent scream and contracts around me, all her muscles locking up. I roar my release, shoving balls-deep inside her, then wrap myself around her small body to keep her in place as my cock pumps out a continuous, incredible stream of cum.
After a while, she goes limp in my arms, her limbs softening, her hair spread across the pillows. I raise my head enough to peer into her face and find her lying there with her eyes closed, a blissful grin stretching her full lips. I drop a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth and lick off the last drop of my blood. Its coppery taste has me shuddering again, and my cock twitches in her pussy, forcing out the last of my seed.
“Wow,” Gianna murmurs. “Biting really does it for you, huh?”
I can’t hold back a pained groan. “Yes, but do you know what you’ve done?”
She pops her eyes open, her gaze half-lidded. “What did I do?”
I shift us to the side so I’m not crushing her, and lift her thigh over my hip, refusing to slide out of her pussy yet. Then I brush my hand over the bite mark I’d left on her neck earlier.
“I told you this would fade,” I say reluctantly. “But now that you’ve bitten me, too…”
Her eyebrows climb up. “Yes?”
“Now it’s done,” I growl. “The bond is complete.”
“Oh.” She touches the mark she left on me, sending a shiver through my body. “So it’s permanent?”
I duck my head, focusing on her other hand. Her fingers are so delicate compared to mine, her skin so soft. What the fuck have I done tonight?
Regret slams into me. I might be obsessed with her, but I wanted to give Gianna a chance to get used to all of this, to learn of my life and my people’s customs before tying her to me.
“It is,” I admit. “We’ll wear them always. They’ll fade to silver, like scars do, but they won’t ever go away.”
Her small fingers close around my chin, and she tips my face up until I look her in the eyes. Her gaze is serene, her lips tugging up in a sweet smile.
“I like that,” she says. “I like that I’ll have my mark on you.”
I frown at her. “You don’t understand. This is…” I try to find the right words to describe what happened. “To me, this is more serious than a marriage. It’s a life-long bond. I’m sorry I bit you tonight. I should have told you what it meant, too.”
She’s quiet for a long time, then yawns deeply, covering her mouth with her palm. Finally, she snuggles closer to me. “Are you upset because you think I’ll hate it or because you don’t want the bond in the first place?”
I peer down at her, incredulity forcing out some of my regret. “After everything I told you, you still doubt me?”
She purses her lips. “I told you all the same things, and you’ve been in my head for months, and you still doubt me . So. Will you stop moping now?”
I show her all my teeth. “Krampus do not mope.”
“Okay.” She pokes my chest firmly, unafraid. “Could have fooled me.”
I catch her wrist and bring her hand to my mouth to kiss her knuckles. “Brat.” Then I trap her palm against my chest and ask, “So you’re really not bothered by it?”
“Really.” She yawns again. “Now I need some rest before we do this again. I’m human, you know.”
I allow myself to smile. This is my life mate, my future wife, and she’s a demanding, bossy little thing.