Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Morning light filtered through the curtains of our new bedroom, painting everything in soft gold.
I woke slowly, awareness returning in layers—the warmth of Dominic’s body pressed against my back, his arm draped over my waist, his hand resting on the small swell of my belly.
His breath was warm against my neck, steady and even.
His cock was hard against my ass.
I shifted slightly, pressing back experimentally against him. His arm tightened immediately, a low rumble of approval vibrating through his chest.
“Morning,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with sleep. Not fully awake yet, but definitely getting there.
“Morning,” I whispered back, rocking my hips deliberately. His hand on my belly flexed, fingers splaying possessively.
“Keep doing that,” he growled into my ear, his voice dropping to that dark tone that made heat pool in my belly, “and I’m going to flip you over and fuck you into this mattress until you can’t remember your own name.”
A needy whimper escaped me before I could stop it. My body responded immediately—slick beginning to gather, my hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“Mmm,” Dominic hummed as his hand slid from my belly, moving lower with deliberate intent. His fingers teased, not quite giving me what I wanted.
“Dom,” I whined, my body arching as I ground my hips backward, feeling his hardness press deeper into the curve of my ass.
“I don’t think so, baby,” his laugh rumbled against my skin, warm and husky. His tongue flicked the sensitive shell of my ear, sending a cascade of goosebumps across my flesh. “Not until you beg me.”
“Please,” I mewled, writhing beneath his touch. “Please, alpha.”
“Good boy.” He rolled me onto my back with easy strength, settling between my thighs. The sheet tangled around our legs, but neither of us cared. His eyes—smoke gray and intense—locked with mine as his fingers worked me open.
“So perfect for me,” he rasped against my ear. “You have any idea how hard it makes me, seeing you like this? Knowing I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this?”
I couldn’t form words anymore, could only arch into his touch as he worked me open, his fingers finding that spot inside that sent me into overstimulated bliss. Slick coated his fingers, making the slide easier, and his nostrils flared as he breathed in my scent.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice gone rough with his own arousal. “Get nice and wet for me, baby. Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna make you feel every inch of my cock.”
“Need you inside me,” I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets. “Please, alpha, I need—”
He pulled his fingers out, and I whined at the loss.
I didn’t have to wait long. His cock nudged against my entrance, warm and insistent. Then he thrust in with one slow, smooth motion, filling me completely. The stretch was perfect, exactly what my body craved. I cried out, back arching off the bed.
“Fuck,” Dominic groaned, his hips pressed flush against mine, buried as deep as he could go. “So tight. Made for me, weren’t you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, couldn’t, just started moving with long, deep strokes that hit every nerve ending I had. His mouth found my neck, teeth scraping over the bonding mark, and I keened at the sensation.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled in my ear, his pace increasing. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum. You want that, baby?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, too far gone to care how desperate I sounded. “Yes, please, please—”
“Already carrying my baby,” he continued, his voice possessive, one hand moving to cover my belly where our child grew. “Already so fucking perfect with my child growing inside you. Gonna give you everything. Gonna make you feel so good.”
My phone rang.
“Ignore it,” Dominic growled, not breaking rhythm, his hips driving into me relentlessly.
God, I can’t think straight when he’s like this. Who the hell is calling now of all times?
The phone kept ringing.
“Dominic—” I gasped, torn between the pleasure building in my spine and the persistent buzzing from the nightstand.
“Ignore. It.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me.
The ringing stopped.
I relaxed back into the sensation, letting my alpha’s movements carry me higher, his thickness stretching me so perfectly, the drag of his cock against my inner walls pulling a ragged moan from my throat—
It started ringing again.
“Fuck,” Dominic snarled, finally stilling inside me, though I could feel his cock pulsing with the effort of holding still, still buried deep. Through the bond, I felt his frustration warring with concern. Someone calling back immediately meant it was important.
I reached for the phone with a shaking hand.
“Hello?” My voice came out breathless, wrecked.
“Leo, can you come to the Fairfax estate?” Penny’s voice sounded strained, caught somewhere barely contained excitement and existential dread. “I’m helping with the final styling for the exhibition—the whole place is absolute chaos. But also…” His voice dropped. “They have guests.”
“Oh. Um.” I tried to collect my thoughts, which was nearly impossible with Dominic still inside me, his hands gripping my hips, his thickness filling me so completely. “When?”
“N—Now? Well, not RIGHT now, but soon? The place is crawling with Fairfaxes and fancy French fashion people, and I’m freaking out a little. I’m supposed to be modeling, Leo. MODELING. For people who’ve dressed royalty. Philippe Beaumont is here and he’s terrifying.”
“Sebastian’s super busy,” he continued breathlessly, “Victor’s being a tyrant… and I really need moral support before I have a complete breakdown.”
Dominic’s eyes met mine, and despite the obvious frustration in them—his cock was still hard inside me, his body clearly wanting to finish what we’d started—his expression had shifted to something more focused. Concerned.
His enhanced alpha hearing meant he’d caught every word.
“Please?” Penny’s voice took on a desperate edge. “I know it’s early, but I’m kind of panicking here.”
“Okay,” I managed, trying to sound normal and not like I was currently impaled on my alpha’s cock. “We’ll be there. Give us an hour to get ready.”
“Oh thank god! Thank you! Tell Dominic thank you. You’re the bestest friend ever. I owe you so much—”
“It’s fine,” I interrupted before Penny could continue his grateful rambling. “We’ll see you soon.”
I ended the call and set down my phone, looking up at Dominic who was still buried inside me.
“Penny needs us,” I said unnecessarily.
“I heard.” Dominic’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening on my hips. “But first, we’re finishing this. I’m sure as fuck not walking around with blue balls all day.”
“Dominic—”
“No arguments.” His hand encircled my weeping cock, thumb teasing the head. “Would I truly be worthy of the alpha designation if I left my omega in such a state?”
I choked back a whine, my body trembling with the unbearable tension of being so close yet denied. I needed him to moveso badly right now.
He pulled almost all the way out, making us both groan, then smoothly pushed back in. I arched with a sharp gasp as his lips curled back, predatory canines on full display.
“We’re finishing this right now,” he said.
Thrust.
“Then we’ll shower, eat, and go rescue Penny from the terrifying French fashion people.”
He set a desperate pace, his earlier teasing replaced with pure need.
“But first—” he angled his hips, hitting that spot inside that made me see white, “—you’re going to come on my cock like a good omega.”
The orgasm hit me without warning, my whole body clenching around him as I came with a strangled cry.
My hands flew to his thighs, gripping hard, bracing myself against the intensity as he continued to thrust through my climax.
The muscles under my palms were rock-hard, flexing with each powerful drive of his hips.
“That’s it,” Dominic groaned, his pace becoming erratic. “Fuck, baby, squeezing me so tight—”
He buried himself deep one final time and came with a growl, his teeth finding the bonding mark as he emptied himself inside me. I felt every pulse, every twitch, my hands still clutching his thighs as aftershocks rolled through both of us.
We lay there for a moment, both breathing heavily, hearts racing. Dominic’s cock was still inside me, his release warm and claiming.
“Shower,” he finally said, pulling out slowly. “Quick shower, then we rescue Penny.”
“Quick shower” turned out to be relative. Dominic pressed me against the tile wall and washed me thoroughly, his hands lingering possessively on my body, but we managed to keep it to actual cleaning rather than another round. Barely.
By the time we made it to the kitchen, dressed and mostly presentable, I was stressing about the time.
“Sit,” Dominic commanded gently, already pulling out ingredients for a quick, but nutritious breakfast. “You’re not leaving this apartment without eating.”
“We need to—”
“We have time,” he said firmly, cracking eggs into a pan. “You need fuel. Penny will be fine for now.”
I settled onto a breakfast stool, watching him work. Despite everything—the interrupted intimacy, the rush to get ready, the knowledge that we had places to be—there was something grounding about this moment. My alpha making me breakfast, taking care of me, prioritizing my needs.
Within minutes, he set a plate in front of me—eggs, toast with a light glaze of honey, and sliced fruit.
“Eat,” he said, and I did.
He joined me with his own plate, and we ate in comfortable silence for a few moments. Then he glanced at his watch and reached for his medication case—that sleek organizer that held his anti-seizure pills in carefully portioned doses.
I watched him take the pill, a routine I’d witnessed countless times now.
“The doc said he’d start weaning me off soon,” Dominic said.
“So the scans look good?” I’d accompanied him his last appointment, sitting in the waiting room, anxiously counting each minute he spent inside that humming metal tube.
He nodded. “The weaning process will take months, but it’s progress.”
“That’s wonderful,” I said, reaching across the counter to squeeze his hand. “When would you start?”
“Next month, if those scans are clear.” He set down his water glass and moved closer, pulling me into a kiss.
“I’m so proud of you,” I said against his lips.
“Had good motivation,” he said, his hand settling possessively on my lower back. “Needed to get healthy for my mate. For our baby.”
We finished breakfast quickly, both aware that Penny was waiting. As we headed for the door, Dominic caught my hand.
“I meant what I said.” His hand tightened on mine. “About you being my motivation.”
I didn’t say anything in return. Instead, I wound my arms around his waist, rose onto my tiptoes, and pressed my lips against his.