Chapter 11 #2
Boone had spent the entire night shadowing him, leaving his side only when Sammy had retreated to his bedroom. Even then, he’d heard him pass outside his door a little too often to be coincidence.
Given their proximity for the past several hours, of course he smelled like the wolf. He doubted Dominic wanted to hear that, though.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted.
For what, he didn’t know, but it felt like the right thing to say.
Apparently, his mate disagreed.
Lifting his head, Dominic stared back at him, brow creased and lips turned down at the corners. “Why are you apologizing?”
Catching the tip of his tongue between his teeth, he looked away and shrugged.
“You can’t help it, right?” Dominic suggested, his voice soft and persuasive as his fingertips fluttered over Sammy’s cheek. “You can’t control it.”
Sammy snapped his head up, his eyes locking with his mate’s. “Not always, no,” he murmured, trying and failing to read him. “It’s harder if I’m distracted.”
Dominic bent close again, forcing him back until his shoulders pressed against the mirror. “Is it painful?”
His heart crashed inside his chest, and his lungs burned when his next breath stuck behind the lump in his throat. No one had ever asked him that before. Normally, people only cared what he could be for them, not what it cost him to become it.
“Not exactly,” he answered honestly. “It can be a little uncomfortable, though.”
Arching into him, Dominic brought their mouths together, slow and purposeful.
“What does it feel like?” He nipped at him again, his canines scraping over Sammy’s bottom lip. “Tell me.”
Sammy’s breath stuttered, and a flash of heat crept down his stomach to pool between his legs. His cock hardened, the length throbbing with his pounding pulse. Thoughts scattered and evaporated.
If the guy wanted a coherent answer, he really had to stop kissing him like that.
“Pressure.” The word burst free, high and breathy. “Pressure in my head. It kind of burns sometimes.”
“Mm hmm,” Dominic hummed. He rubbed their lips together, then dropped lower to nuzzle the side of Sammy’s neck. “What else?”
Quivering, slowly coming apart at the seams, Sammy squirmed, trying to get closer. “Pins and needles under my skin.”
“Anything else?” Dominic murmured, his lips whispering against the hollow behind Sammy’s ear.
He tilted his head back, giving his mate more access as his eyelids fluttered closed.
“I g-get a knot in my s-stomach,” he stammered.
“What about now?” Reversing, Dominic trailed kisses across his throat and over his jaw, making his way back to Sammy’s lips. “Do you feel like that now?”
He kissed him once, twice, the barest touch that made him shiver. Sammy whimpered, chasing Dominic’s lips when he pulled away, but his mate held him pinned to the mirror, waiting for his answer.
“No,” he breathed. He still hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or not. “I don’t feel like that now.”
He didn’t feel anything related to being a changeling, nothing to signal he was responding to Dominic’s unspoken wants. Just the tightness of anticipation in his muscles and the throb of need in his groin.
“If this is too fast—”
Sammy shook his head quickly and reached for him. “It’s not.”
Dominic studied him, his eyes drinking in every subtle change in his expression. Then he nodded.
“But if you change your mind—”
“I won’t.” Fuck, he had never wanted anything more in his life. “Just touch me.”
His mate groaned, the sound choked and almost pained as he gathered him into his arms. Somewhere between the vanity and the shower, their clothes disappeared, vanishing in a whirl of magic and lust, as Dominic carried him beneath the spray.
Warm water rained over them from the showerhead in the ceiling, washing hours of fear and doubt down the drain. Sammy clung to his mate, ankles locked behind his broad back, his pulse thrumming until it practically vibrated.
Their eyes met, locked. They teetered there for what felt like a lifetime, suspended, the air between them stretching taut and thin.
Dominic growled.
Sammy gasped.
And the tension snapped.
Their mouths crashed together in a frenzy of lips and teeth. Tongues pushed and glided, tangling in a brief power struggle Sammy was only too happy to forfeit. They ate at each other, desperation making them clumsy, sloppy.
Dominic’s hands roamed his body, grasping and stroking, mapping every angle, every curve, and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He spun, pressing Sammy into the cold tiles and pinning him there with his hulking frame.
Tanned skin pulled tight over heaving muscles, and shards of light pulsed through his veins, the magic within him barely contained. Canines elongated. His chest expanded. The lines of his face grew sharper, shadowed, and his cooper irises flared with a brilliant amber glow.
“Don’t freak out.”
Sammy traced the ridges of his mate’s cheekbones with his fingertips. “I’m not afraid.”
Dominic still looked like himself, just…more. Bigger. Harder. His muscles more defined. The bones in his face more prominent.
“Is it a mystic thing?”
Dominic shook his head. “It’s a wolf thing.”
Then he attacked Sammy’s mouth again, plunging between his gasping lips with an almost silent rumble. Reaching between them, he gripped Sammy’s erection, lining it up against his own, and rocked into him, pushing both their cocks through the circle of his fist.
Sammy’s eyes screwed shut, and his head fell back, his hips jerking with each languid stroke. Then lights burst in the darkness when Dominic traced the ridge of his crown, every nerve ending alive and raw now.
Water continued to crash over him, pricking his oversensitive skin, sensations bleeding together until he couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended. He felt stretched, like a guitar string pulled too tight, body vibrating from every kiss, every touch, every growled breath from his mate.
Suddenly, his world slanted and started to spin when he found himself on his feet, his chest pressed against the tiles while his fingers scrabbled for purchase. His back bowed, hips tilted, and he was dragged up on his toes as a slick finger slid between his cheeks to tap his entrance.
The digit penetrated, starting with the tip and working deeper, stretching the tight muscles. Dominic breathed kisses across his shoulders, his back, his nape, encouraging him to relax as he stroked inside him.
“Still okay?” he murmured against Sammy’s ear.
He nodded rapidly. “Yes.”
“If it’s too much, tell me.”
It was definitely too much, but not how Dominic meant it. More overwhelming, but in a way that still left him wanting more. He loved that his mate checked in with him, though, never making it feel like they had crossed some invisible line of no return.
“Keep going,” he panted, arching back to grind against him. “Please don’t stop.”
Dominic’s hands disappeared, and more gel spilled down his crease, warm and slippery. Then his mate grabbed him again, his fingers flexing around his hips, and planted his feet wide as he lined up with Sammy’s fluttering hole.
The pressure was immense.
Gritting his teeth, he breathed through his nose, his fingers curling against the tiles, nails scraping over the grout. He tried to relax, to accept the invasion, but the sting sent a flash burn across his entire body.
Dominic sank into him, slow and controlled, inch by inch, until his hips pressed against Sammy’s upturned ass. Coarse hairs scratched against his skin, and Dominic’s heavy scrotum nestled at the curve of his cheeks.
Sammy clung to those little sensations, using them to ground himself.
“That’s it, colibrí,” his mate murmured. He caressed Sammy’s back and flanks in long, soothing lines. “Breathe.”
They stayed like that—Dominic encouraging, Sammy shaking—for what seemed like years, but eventually, the bite of pain faded, easing into something enticing, thrilling. His belly tightened, fire raced up his spine, and his cock hardened as he felt Dominic throbbing inside him.
“Move,” he breathed, pushing back against his mate.
Dominic set a measured pace, every thrust of his hips unhurried and deliberate. Leaning over him, he blanketed Sammy’s back, his lips resting against the edge of his ear.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel amazing. So soft. So damn tight.” He punctuated each statement with a sharp roll of his hips, pushing his cock deeper.
Sammy responded with a strangled moan, his head spinning and his lungs scorching as he struggled for breath.
Little by little, he felt the wolf’s control crumble as the beast crawled to the surface. His grip on Sammy tightened, his tempo increased, his thrusts coming harder, more punishing.
Sammy reveled in it, meeting every push and pull in a silent plea for more. Harder, faster, deeper, it didn’t matter. He would gladly accept anything his mate gave him.
Need consumed him, his body aching for a release that felt just out of reach. The muscles in his back knotted. His legs trembled. Pressure built again, the world narrowing to where their bodies joined.
Then Dominic palmed his length, squeezing him roughly, and Sammy shattered.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and a guttural cry ripped from his throat as he detonated, his orgasm dragging him deep beneath a wave of shimmering lights.
Dominic thrust harder, faster, plowing into him without restraint.
A grunt. A rumbling growl. Then his rhythm faltered.
A deafening roar filled the room and shook the shower panes, his body shuddering against Sammy’s. He collapsed forward, catching himself against the wall, his arm encircling Sammy’s waist to keep him upright.
Still riding the high, Sammy sighed and sagged into him.
Goddess, he had never felt anything so intense. Maybe it had something to do with the mating bond. Or the magic. It might have been the natural release after a night filled with apprehension and uncertainty.
“Okay?” Dominic asked, voice quiet and filled with gravel as he nuzzled his cheek.
Sammy grinned.
Or maybe everything felt different simply because it was Dominic.