Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Sammy gasped when Dominic grabbed his face and dragged him into a blistering kiss that set every nerve in his body on fire.
It wasn’t hesitant or coaxing, not patient like the other times. The wolf took what he wanted, shoving between his lips in a scorching brand of ownership. Low and continuous, the growl that rumbled in his chest sounded almost like a purr as it spilled from his mouth to fill the room.
Dominic crowded against him, forcing him back a step, then another, walking him across the library. Sammy braced, but instead of the hard edges of the bookshelves he expected, his shoulders collided instead with the flat expanse of his mate’s bedroom wall.
Sammy had hardly noticed the jump. In fact, for the first time, it felt more like he had moved with the space instead of against it.
Or maybe he’d just been too distracted to notice.
Dominic leaned into him, anchoring him to the wall, every hard muscle pressed against him. His hand slid up Sammy’s chest and over his collarbones, his fingers curling around his throat.
He held him gently, almost reverently, a gesture of possession rather than control. His other hand dipped below the hem of Sammy’s sweater, his rough palm spanning across his stomach. His touch burned, the fire spreading inward, igniting the embers that smoldered there.
Of desire, but also something more, something deeper.
Love.
Dominic loved him. Not for what he could do. Not for something he could become.
The wolf wanted something real.
At the time, he hadn’t understood what that meant, but he thought he got it now. Especially because he had never felt more real than when he was with Dominic.
He didn’t have to perform. He didn’t have to guard himself. He didn’t have to make himself smaller to fit into someone else’s box.
With Dominic, all he needed to be was…himself.
“Real,” he whispered. “You. Me.”
“This,” Dominic growled back, taking Sammy’s hand and cradling it over his heart. “Us. This is real. And not because fate or the universe willed it. It’s real because we chose it.”
Sammy’s breath hitched, and the threat of tears stung his eyes, but he didn’t look away. In his mate’s gaze, he saw not only the truth, but a future he hadn’t dared to hope for. In those shining copper depths, he found acceptance and a sense of belonging he had never imagined could be his.
“I choose you,” Dominic told him, sincerity ringing through every syllable.
They weren’t just pretty words either. He had proven them with action over and over again. He had made the choice to help him. To bring him to La Madriguera. To believe him, protect him, and trust him, even when he’d had every reason not to.
“And I choose you.” He offered a shaky smile, his eyes brimming with moisture now. “I will always choose you.”
A quiet growl was his only warning before Dominic dragged him into another scorching kiss. Their mouths crashed together, hard and hungry. Hands grasped, pawed, pulling at flesh and rending clothes in their urgency.
Gripping the back of his thighs, Dominic lifted him from the floor and spun him away from the wall, their mouths still fused together as he carried him to the bed. There, he knelt, one knee on the end of the mattress, as he lowered Sammy into a nest of blankets in shades of deep green.
He followed him down, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down Sammy’s neck and chest. He scraped blunt teeth over his skin, then soothed with a swirl of his tongue, every nip sending jolts straight to Sammy’s aching cock.
What few clothes remained vanished, and the bedside lamps surged to life. Across the room, the last golden beams from the dying day spilled through the window and across the bed. It bathed Dominic’s face in its warm glow and glinted off skin that undulated with rippling muscles.
Amber light flared in his eyes, burning like fire, and his cheekbones sharpened into hard ridges. His chest expanded, hips widened, and his thighs thickened like tree trunks, forcing Sammy’s legs farther apart as he fell into the cradle of his hips.
The changes that came over him were more intense this time, a reminder of the raw power he contained, of the beast that prowled beneath the man. Yet there was a terrifying beauty about him that made Sammy’s pulse flutter and his cock throb.
He hissed in a breath through his teeth when a sharp fang raked over his nipple. Then Dominic sucked the bud between his lips and tugged roughly, drawing a tight moan from his throat and sending sparks dancing through his veins.
Tangling his fingers in his mate’s hair, Sammy bowed up from the bed and arched into him.
He rolled his hips, grinding their erections together, desperation making him bolder.
His entrance spasmed in anticipation, his body empty and aching, but he had no practice when it came to asking for what he wanted.
“Dom, please,” he panted.
“So polite,” the wolf teased before lapping at his nipple again. “What do you want, colibrí? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“You,” he tried, hoping his mate would understand.
“You have me.”
He shook his head, his hair whipping across the blankets. “More.”
“More what? More of this?” Dominic rolled his other nipple between his fingers with enough pressure to send a flash of heat straight to Sammy’s groin. “Or this?” He rocked into him, rubbing their cocks together. “Or do you want more of this?”
Rising over him, he gripped Sammy’s jaw and slanted their mouths together with a possessive growl. Dominic licked inside his mouth, tracing every hidden contour until Sammy was breathless and half mad with need.
“Or is this what you wanted?” Sitting up, he pushed Sammy’s knees back to his chest and skimmed a slick finger down his crease, entering him with just the tip.
Sammy groaned, the sound strangled and filled with both frustration and demand. But Dominic didn’t continue to tease.
He pushed deeper, filling and stretching him. He pumped his hand slowly, almost lazily, and no amount of pleading or writhing from Sammy would hurry him.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head when his mate inserted a second finger and plunged into him.
His cock jerked, slapping against his belly and smearing clear lines of precum across his skin. His muscles coiled, his balls drew tight, and his heart beat a frantic rhythm in his throat.
He hovered in the space between pain and pleasure, between too much and not enough. Still, he craved more, needed it, wanted to feel his wolf pressed against him, moving inside him.
A whimper bubbled from his lips when Dominic pulled free, leaving him empty once again, prepared but unsatisfied. He had no time to mourn the loss, though, before he was dragged up from the bed and draped across his mate’s lap.
His legs stretched wide, almost uncomfortably so, to accommodate Dominic’s powerful thighs, and he clutched at his neck and shoulders to balance himself. Winding an arm around his hips, Dominic held him easily so that he hovered over his mate’s glistening length, the crown lodged against his hole.
“Go slow,” Dominic warned, jaw tight and teeth clenched, clear indications he wasn’t as in control as he pretended to be.
Overwhelmed by sensations, drowning in his own desires, Sammy was too far gone for caution. Taking a deep breath, he held it for a second, then released it slowly as he sank over him.
He thought he was ready for the immense pressure and the burn that accompanied it this time, but that didn’t make it any easier. There was nothing he could do about it either except ride the wave and wait for it to pass.
His tight muscles strained around the invasion, making his legs shake and his stomach quiver.
Perspiration beaded across his brow, and heat swept up the back of his neck.
But just as he bottomed out—his backside pressed into Dominic’s thighs—he found that magical place where the pressure eased and discomfort shifted to indescribable pleasure.
He could feel every ridge, every vein, every beat of his mate’s heart throbbing inside him. Emotions and sensations converged, flooding him with everything all at once until he felt dizzy and weightless.
At first, he moved slowly, experimentally, but with Dominic’s guidance, he eventually found a rhythm that had them both racing toward the precipice. The muscles in his thighs screamed as he rose and fell, twisting his hips on every downward stroke, but he kept going.
Trapped between their sweat-slicked bodies, his cock rode the grooves of Dominic’s abs, the head swollen and red. Every thrust created more friction, more heat, and his body curled tight, ready to detonate.
Nearing the summit, his tempo stuttered, his movements wild and jerky, and strangled pleas spilled from his lips in a continuous litany. Dominic took over then, holding him immobile as he pistoned into him, his growls and snarls joining Sammy’s cries in an erotic symphony.
Head thrown back, eyes squeezed closed, he sensed rather than saw Dominic lower his head. Lips brushed against his neck, his collarbone, before clamping down on the apex of his shoulder. Canines pierced his skin, the sting sharp but not painful, flooding him with warmth and radiance.
Sammy screamed, the sound ripped from somewhere deep inside him. Every muscle turned rigid as fire raced southward to pool between his legs. Then he was falling, tumbling over the edge as he painted the space between them.
Still floating, he gasped in surprise when fingers tangled in his hair, jerking his head up, and Dominic’s mouth crashed over his. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and tinged with something metallic.
Blood.
Light burst inside his chest, unfurled, the threads of fate snaking outward, searching, connecting him to Dominic in ways that could never be undone.
His mate grabbed him, muscled arms locking around his torso, as his roar reverberated around the bedroom. Teeth bared, eyes glowing, he shuddered through his release, his gaze intense and locked with Sammy’s.
Lights flickered. A gust of wind swept across the bed. A thin, electrical whine filled the air, and the closet door rattled in its frame.
Then, for the span of a single heartbeat, everything went still, quiet.
Before Sammy could say anything, though, pressure built again, swelling instead of fading, and he shouted his mate’s name as another orgasm tore through him. Breathless, head spinning, he sagged against Dominic with a low groan.
“What the hell was that?”
“Mating knot.” Dominic tightened his arms. “Try not to move. It’ll pass in a minute.”
But Sammy didn’t know if he’d even be conscious in another minute.
“I feel weird,” he murmured, nuzzling against the side of Dominic’s neck.
“I’m not surprised. Your body is going through a lot right now.” Dominic stroked his hair and ran a hand down his back. “You have mystic magic coursing through you.”
Sammy tensed. “I have magic?”
“Not exactly. You can’t access it directly, but it still flows between us.” A sigh billowed from his lips. “It’s hard to explain.”
“Hmm,” Sammy hummed, his eyes drifting shut. “Sounds complicated.”
Dominic chuckled. “Rest, colibrí. We’ll talk about it when you wake up.”
He nodded sleepily and burrowed in closer. “Don’t move.”
His mate hugged him tightly and rested his head on top of Sammy’s head. “I’m not going anywhere.”