Chapter 13 #2
“Fuck,” he breathed, and I felt his cock twitch against my thigh. “We’re definitely exploring that later. But right now…” His fingers dug into my hips as he positioned himself and thrust back inside in one smooth motion. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”
The new angle was devastating. He was deeper like this, hitting spots that made me nearly blackout with every thrust. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks as he set a relentless pace, all that pent-up fury finally unleashed.
“Mine,” he growled, one hand sliding up my spine to press between my shoulder blades, keeping me bent over the worktable. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, alpha,” I cried, as pleasure exploded through my body again. My release splattered across the scarred wood of my worktable.
Dominic came with a shout, driving in deep one final time. His teeth found my shoulder in a claiming bite that would definitely leave a mark, his release spilling hot inside me.
We stayed like that for long moments after, just breathing. Eventually Dominic pulled out carefully, and I made a soft sound of loss.
“Come on,” he said gently, helping me straighten on shaky legs. He swept down in a single fluid motion, one powerful arm hooking beneath my legs, the other cradling my back. My weight seemed inconsequential as he hoisted me up against his chest in a princess carry. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
My small bathroom seemed so much smaller with my alpha occupying it. The vintage clawfoot tub had been here since my great-grandfathers renovated the shop after combining their businesses.
I leaned against the sink, still catching my breath as Dominic ran the bath—testing the temperature, adding the vanilla and honey bath salts I preferred, making sure everything was perfect.
“In,” he commanded softly once the tub was full.
I climbed in gratefully, sinking into the warm water with a sigh. The heat immediately soothed muscles I hadn’t realized were tense.
Dominic stripped off his remaining clothes and climbed in behind me, settling so I could lean back against his chest. His arms came around me immediately, pulling me close.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much better.” But I couldn’t seem to stop touching him—fingers tracing the strong lines of his forearms, following the path of water droplets on his skin. The need for contact, for reassurance, was suddenly overwhelming.
I trembled against his solid form, my body betraying me with involuntary shivers despite the steam curling around us and fogging the small bathroom window.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I whispered, my voice catching as his arms tightened around my frame.
“Post-orgasm clinginess,” Dominic said, warmth in his voice. “Completely normal. I don’t mind.”
I traced patterns on his chest, the question burning before I could stop it. “Have you… done that before? The spanking?”
I felt him tense slightly. “A few times. Nothing serious.”
“With who?” The words came out sharper than I intended. Something hot and ugly spiked in my chest—possessiveness, jealousy, the desperate need to know I was different, special, his.
“Leo.” Dominic’s voice was carefully neutral. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.” I turned in the water to face him, not caring that it splashed over the tub’s edge. “Who were they?”
His steel-gray eyes studied my face, and I watched as understanding dawned. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m not—” But my scent betrayed me, going sharp and bitter.
“You are.” Dominic’s hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones. “You’re jealous of people who don’t matter.” His forehead pressed against mine. “There were a couple of people over the years. Betas. Casual relationships that never went anywhere. One liked rough sex sometimes. That’s it.”
“Betas?” Something about that made me pause. “Not omegas?”
“Too complicated. Omegas want to eventually bond.” His eyes held mine. “I wasn’t looking for forever. Until you.”
That sent warmth through my chest, easing some of the jealousy. My hands slid up his arms, needing the contact. My eyes traced the strong column of his throat, lingering on the sculpted curve where it met his powerful shoulder.
I want to bite him.
The urge swept through me—primal and deep—despite knowing I lacked the alpha’s bite.
My blunt omega teeth couldn’t imprint him the way his fangs had claimed me, but need overrode logic.
I pictured the indentations of my teeth stamped across his golden skin, visible evidence for anyone to see. Dominic Steele belongs to me.
“You’re thinking awfully hard, baby.” His voice pulled my gaze upward, away from the constellation of water droplets clinging to his skin.
“Did they… did you let them bite you?”
“No.” The answer was immediate, firm. “Never. I didn’t bite them either. That felt too intimate for what we were.”
“And now?” I asked, my teeth grazing his shoulder experimentally. “Would you let me bite you?”
Darkness flooded his irises, swallowing the silver until only a thin metallic ring remained.
“Yes.” He hissed, his voice roughened, hands tightening on my hips. “Mark me. Show everyone I’m yours.”
The permission—the invitation—ignited a wildfire in my veins.
I pressed my lips to the curve where his shoulder met his neck, my tongue darting out to taste the water droplets clinging there.
Dominic’s breath caught sharply in his throat as I bit down on his shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark.
His shuddering exhale and the way his cock twitched against my thigh told me exactly how much he liked it.
“Mine,” I said against his skin, licking over the bite mark before moving to leave another. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” he agreed, and I felt satisfaction roll through our bond. “My jealous, possessive, perfect omega.”
I bit him again, harder this time, right over his collarbone where anyone could see. The thought of other people knowing he was taken, claimed, mine—it made me half-feral with need.
“Fuck, baby.” Dominic’s hands gripped my hips harder.
“Now I’ve claimed you,” I said, pulling back to admire my work—several clear bite marks blooming across his golden skin. “So everyone knows you’re not available.”
“I haven’t been available since the moment I met you,” Dominic said seriously. “But I’m gonna love seeing your marks on me.”
His thumb traced my swollen lower lip. “About earlier. Do you want to talk about it?”
My face heated immediately. “I didn’t know I’d like that.”
“Mmm.” His smile was soft as his thumb traced the curve of my lip. “There’s nothing wrong with discovering what you like. I’m more than happy to help. And if you want to explore it, we will. Slowly. Carefully. But you need to promise me something.”
“What?”
“If anything ever feels wrong—if I go too far, if you don’t like something—you tell me immediately. Just say ‘stop’ and everything stops.”
I nodded. “I promise. But… I trust you.”
“I know.” he confirmed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Which is why we communicate. Always.”
I shifted in the water, suddenly very aware of his body against mine, the way the bath had made everything slick and warm. My hands slid up his chest as I moved to straddle his lap, water sloshing dangerously close to the tub’s edge.
“Leo?” Dominic’s voice dropped, his hands automatically coming to steady my hips. “What are you—”
“I need you again,” I whispered, settling my weight on his thighs. His cock was already half-hard between us, responding to my proximity. “Please.”
“We just—” But his protest died as I rolled my hips, grinding against him. His head fell back against the tub’s edge with a groan. “Christ, you’re insatiable.”
“Blame the pregnancy hormones.” I leaned forward to bite his throat, gentle and teasing. “And the bond. And you, for being perfect.”
“I’m not—” Another gasp as I bit the shell of his ear. “—perfect.”
“You are to me.” I pulled back to look at him, taking in his flushed face, the marks I’d left on his skin, the way his pupils had blown dark with renewed arousal. “Now are you going to help me, or do I have to do all the work myself?”
Dominic’s laugh was rough, but his hands guided me into position, one sliding between us to prepare me even though I was still loose and slick from earlier.
“Greedy omega,” he murmured, but there was so much affection in his voice. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me,” I said without thinking, then froze as the words registered.
We both went still, the water settling around us. Through our bond, I felt something surge—too big to name, too intense to examine.
Too frightening to confront at this moment.
“Leo—”
“Don’t,” I said quickly, pressing my fingers to his lips. “Don’t say anything yet. I’m not… I can’t…”
I can’t hear it without saying it back, and I’m not ready. Even worse, I couldn’t bear hearing our connection was nothing more than the primal link of our bond.
Understanding flickered in his eyes. His hand came up to cover mine, pressing a kiss to my fingertips. “Okay,” he said simply. “Later.”
“Later,” I agreed, the promise settling warm between us.
Then I sank down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the slick, perfect slide. This was different from the intensity on the worktable—slower, more deliberate, face-to-face with nothing hidden.
“You feel so good,” Dominic breathed, his hands guiding my hips as I set a rhythm. “So fucking perfect.”
I rode him slowly, savoring every sensation—the stretch, the fullness, the way his cock hit that perfect spot inside me with each roll of my hips. Water splashed over the tub’s edge with each movement, but neither of us cared.
Dominic’s hands were everywhere—sliding up my sides, thumbing my nipples, splaying over my small baby bump with possessive tenderness. His eyes never left mine, that silver gaze dark with something I wasn’t ready to name but felt humming through our bond anyway.
“Mine,” I whispered, leaning down to bite his shoulder again as my rhythm increased. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” Dominic agreed, his voice strained. “Always yours, baby.”
The pleasure built slowly this time, a gradual crescendo rather than an explosive peak. When I finally came, it was with Dominic’s name on my lips and his hands holding me close, my teeth buried in his shoulder.
Dominic followed moments later, his release spilling hot inside me as his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks. “Perfect,” he groaned against my neck. “My perfect omega.”
We stayed like that for long moments after, just breathing together and shivering in the cooling water. Eventually Dominic shifted, carefully lifting me off him.
“We should get out before we turn into prunes,” he said, but his voice was warm, satisfied, completely free of the anger that had driven us here.
“Don’t want to move,” I mumbled against his chest.
“I know, baby.” He pressed a kiss to my hair.
“I’m cold,” I said, my teeth nearly chattering.
“Okay,” he said, his arms enveloping me as he stretched forward to pull the drain.
His lips brushed against my ear, whispering sweet nothings while his hands traveled across my back, shoulders, and down my arms as the bathwater swirled away.
The last drops disappeared with a gurgle before he sealed the drain again and twisted the faucet.
I exhaled contentedly as he splashed warm water onto my back.
“The baby likes that.”
He barked a laugh. “You and the baby enjoy it for a bit longer. Then we need to get you dried off and back to Blake’s. You’ve had a long day.”
“Whose fault is that?” I asked, but I was smiling.
“Entirely yours.” Dominic’s breath escaped in a huff. “You’re the one who decided to have lunch with a mob boss.”
“The baby has good taste in food,” I defended weakly.
“The baby,” Dominic said as he splashed more warm water across my skin, “has terrible judgment. Just like their Dam.”
I should have been offended. Instead, I nestled my head against the solid warmth of my alpha’s chest and smiled like the cat that got the cream.