Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
GIANNA
H is shuddering exhale is the only warning I get. Dominic flips me to my belly and climbs over me, the heavy weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. He brushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck, then rolls his hips over my ass as if he can’t stop himself. I arch my back for him, thrusting my hips, but he growls and pins me back down, his hand warm on the small of my back.
I laugh into the sheets, breathless with anticipation. He pulls down the zip of my dress and helps me wiggle out of it, then tosses it aside. I wonder what I look like in my bra and stockings, and something of my thoughts must filter through to Dominic, because he runs his palms up the backs of my thighs to my ass.
“You look incredible,” he rasps and meets my gaze. “And you smell even better.”
He dips one finger between my legs and spreads my wetness around, coating the lips of my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to move, because he doesn’t want me to, but when he slips the pad of his thumb all the way to my ass, I can’t help the twitch and whimper that escape me.
“Oh, we’ll get there, too,” he promises me with a deep chuckle. “But tonight, I’ll take your pussy. I’ve dreamed about this for months .”
My heart beats harder at his admission. “I love knowing that. I’ve been wanting it, too.”
“I know,” he rumbles. Then he pauses and asks, “Will you let me come inside you?”
I peer back at him. “I’m on the pill. We’re good.”
“You knew this would happen eventually, didn’t you?” he asks, almost contemplative. He takes my hips and lifts me onto my knees, handling me easily. “You knew we were inevitable.”
“Yes.”
I brace my elbows on the bed and arch my back for him, searching for his warmth. But Dominic takes his time with me. With a flick of his claws, he undoes the clip of my bra, freeing my tits, and closes his clawed hands around them. He teases my nipples, pinching and pulling until I’m whimpering, my ass thrusting back, pussy clenching around emptiness.
“Please,” I beg, “I need you.”
He purrs, the sound vibrating through me. “Have you been good, Gianna?”
I gasp, legs trembling as he reaches for my clit again, pressing down on it, fingers slick with how wet I am.
“No,” I whine. “But I’ll be so good for you, I promise, please, just let me come.”
He snarls, his teeth clamping down on my shoulder in a warning bite. “Not yet, little mouse. This is punishment for all those lustful thoughts you had. You’ll hold out and you won’t come until I allow it, is that clear?”
“Yes,” I gasp. My hair falls around my face, sticking to my damp forehead. “I won’t come.”
“Fuck.” Dominic fits the broad head of his cock to the lips of my pussy and nudges slowly forward. “You feel incredible, baby. You take my cock so well.”
I sob in relief, pushing my hips back, impaling myself on his thick shaft. He stretches me so perfectly, and I wish I could see his cock fit inside me, but Dominic is holding me down, and I know he needs this, needs to be in control.
He slides deeper, right to the still-sensitive spot inside me that he teased with his tongue earlier. The texture of his cock is different than a human’s, harder and bumpier, and when the double piercing beneath his cockhead catches at that bundle of nerves, I tighten around him instinctively.
Dominic roars, his control slipping, and shoves his cock to the end of me, his hips meeting mine. My world narrows down to the incredible sensation of having him so deep inside me, and when he goes to pull back for another thrust, I come, shaking underneath him, my voice stolen by the immense pleasure. I scrunch my eyes shut and try to muffle my whimpers, but my pussy clenches rhythmically around him, betraying me.
“Gianna.” Dominic buries himself deep again, his grip on my waist almost painfully tight. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!”
He holds himself still as I gasp and tremble, then slowly hooks his arm around my body and brings me up so I’m flush with him, sitting on his powerful thighs. He wraps one hand around my neck and tilts my head back, giving himself access to my lips. Our kiss is carnal and dirty, his tongue thrusting against mine in a beautiful dance. I melt for him, wrung out by my pleasure, and he drinks me up as if he can’t live without tasting me.
“You came,” he admonishes.
I force my eyes open and meet his golden gaze. His expression is feral, his lips pulled back in a snarl, and his cock throbs inside me, still hard and rigid.
“You felt too good,” I tell him, soft with the liquid joy still coursing through my body. “I’ve never been fucked like this, Dominic.”
His eyes flash with pride. “Can you go again?”
I nod, bracing myself against the arm that’s a steel band over my stomach. “I’ll be good this time, I promise.”
He keeps his hand around my throat and slowly rocks his hips forward. It’s a different angle than before, and I have no leverage to move, but I don’t need to, because Dominic knows exactly what I need.
When his claws press into the sides of my neck, I can’t muffle a gasp,
He licks my ear, whispering, “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes. I love your piercings, too.” I reach back and dig my fingers into his soft fur, tugging. “And I can take it harder.”
He thrusts up, listening to my wishes, but it’s the gentle brush of his tail between my legs that has me shouting with pleasure. It’s a teasing, playful touch, not enough to send me over the edge, but combined with the rough thrusts of Dominic’s thick cock inside my pussy, I’m hurtling straight for another orgasm.
“You feel amazing.” I cry out as he rolls his hips, fucking me deeply. “Your cock is so perfect. I didn’t know it could be like this. Dominic, please!”
At my jumbled litany of praise, my Krampus picks up the speed, and that delicious, rumbling purr vibrates through his chest. Then I register something else—he’s rumbling all over, including…
“Oh fuck !”
The vibration of his cock stimulates the insides of my pussy.
“Come, Gianna.” He slams me down over his cock. “Your pussy is too fucking tight. I’m going to come so hard for you, but I need you to go first. I want to feel you squeezing me again.”
His harsh command triggers my orgasm, and I scramble to grasp his arm—to anchor myself to something , because I feel like I’m floating off to space, splintering into a million little particles. I’m so full, so overwhelmed with the sensations, I cry out, scrunching my eyes shut.
But Dominic is there for me, holding me close to his big body. He curls over me and thrusts up twice more before burying himself deeper than ever, his thick cock pulsing. Warmth floods my pussy, his cum so deliciously hot. Every pulse prolongs my sensations, and I squeeze him back, trying to wring out as much pleasure from him as I can.
He shudders, snarling into my neck, his fangs clamping down on my skin. The jolt of pain is followed by intense satisfaction, as if this was the culmination of our coming together. I clench my fingers in his hair and hold him close, unwilling to let go, even as he softens his hold on me and licks the wound with his rough tongue.
Finally, he lays me down gently on my side and tucks himself behind me, his cock still hard in my pussy. He draws up the covers, and I’m glad because I’m already shivering despite the warmth of his body. I think my senses are overstimulated, and I blink when the stinging in my eyes announces that I might start crying at any moment.
But Dominic seems to know what’s happening without me having to tell him. He wraps his big arm around my waist and pulls me close to him so we’re touching from head to toe, then purrs again, the sound soothing.
“I’ll get you cleaned up in a moment,” he murmurs in my ear. “But I need to hold you a while longer. Is that okay?”
I nod, the knot in my throat preventing me from speaking. With trembling fingers, I touch the tender bite mark on my neck. Dominic’s next exhale ruffles my hair.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I should have warned you about this.”
I turn slightly so I can meet his gaze. “I liked it. Is this something you do?”
His purring intensifies, so much so that I feel it in his cock again and squirm a little. If he keeps it up, I won’t be responsible for my actions.
His eyes glow golden. “It’s…a Krampus thing. We mate by biting each other. This bite mark will fade, don’t worry.”
I squint at him. “So you’ve done this before?”
He looks genuinely shocked. “Mated another? No.” He touches the mark with his fingertips. “I’ve never felt the urge to bite any of the women I’ve been with.”
At the thought of him sleeping with other women, I jolt with white-hot jealousy. I squirm off his cock, then face him fully and push at his broad shoulders until he’s lying on his back.
“Listen,” I say, shoving my messy hair away from my face. His cum is slowly sliding out of me and down the insides of my thighs, but I try not to pay it any mind. What I have to say to him is too important. “I don’t know what this means to you, or how long it’ll last. But while we’re…doing this, I won’t share you. I just…I can’t.”
He stares at me for a long moment, his lips parted in shock. Then he tips his head back and laughs, a full belly thing that threatens to shake me off his body—because I’ve somehow climbed on top of him in my eagerness to keep him right where he is.
“Great.” I shrink into myself, feeling silly. “I’m glad that’s amusing to you.”
Dominic stops laughing, though his eyes are still dancing with humor. He takes my bare shoulders in his hands, then runs his palms up until he cups my cheeks. “I’m only laughing because you don’t know how ridiculous that sounded.”
I smack his furred chest. “I’m not ridiculous!”
“No,” he agrees, “you’re not—but the thought that I’ll ever want another woman is. Forgive me,” he adds, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I really didn’t. But if you knew how deep my obsession with you goes, you wouldn’t doubt this.”
This has me stilling in his arms. “Obsession?”
He runs his thumb gently over my cheek. “I don’t know what else to call it, honestly.”
“Tell me.” I settle on his chest, knees on either side of his hips.
We’re a mess, both of us, me with my dripping pussy and him with his still-slick, hard cock trapped between us, but Dominic doesn’t seem to care. He wraps one arm securely around my back, pinning me to his chest, and stretches to the side with his other hand, reaching for the drawer of his bedside table. From it, he pulls a narrow present, wrapped in forest-green paper, secured with a red bow, and hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I ask.
He lets out a sigh. “I got you a Christmas present.”
I sit up, prying at the wrapping. “You didn’t have to get me anything because I gave you cookies.”
“I bought this the day after we met,” he answers.
Hands stilling, I look up at him. “But that was…”
“In January,” he supplies.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I know. I remember.”
It was the day Mr. Webber introduced us and told me I’d be working on our most important client’s portfolio. I’d barely made it through that meeting without making a fool out of myself because all I’d wanted to do was stare at Dominic.
Apparently, he’d felt the same from the start.
“You were wearing a white cashmere sweater.” His voice is quiet, his gaze warm as he studies my reaction. “And a red tie in your hair with a little bow on it. I wanted to snatch you up, carry you off, and keep you, but I couldn’t. So I bought this instead. I thought it would go well with your outfit, but I couldn’t figure out when to give it to you.”
Well, now I have to know what’s inside.
I tear the wrapping in my haste—and stop when I find a narrow velvet box about the length of my hand. Holding my breath, I slowly pop the lid open, and my heart makes a painful thud at the sight.
It’s a ruby necklace, a string of small red stones. I set the box on Dominic’s abs and take the necklace out, holding it up. Even in the low light of the bedroom, the stones glimmer as if lit from within.
It’s the most stunning piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen.
“There’s no one else,” he says softly. “And if I have it my way, there won’t be anyone else, ever.”