Chapter 10 - Dominic
I sigh as Cecelia glares at me with fury in her eyes, and I’m unable to escape the mistakes of my past. In hindsight, rejecting Cecelia wasn’t a mistake in the bigger picture of my quest to take the mantle as alpha of the Lunaris Pack.
But my inner wolf seems to deem the rejection a mistake, always keeping me aware of Cecelia’s scent as if it’s trying to tell me something.
I haven’t figured out why her scent is so intoxicating that I lose all sense of reality and want nothing more than to rip her clothes off and claim her as mine.
I’m haunted, I’m turning into a madman, and it doesn’t help that her pheromones are heightened now because of her heat.
“It’s not like that, Cecelia,” I sigh as I keep my head hung.
There’s a dull ache in the pit of my belly as if to reflect only a fraction of what she’s going through now.
I have no idea why I can feel it at all, but my inner wolf won’t rest until she’s feeling better.
“I won’t sleep with you. I just want to help you soothe the pain. ”
“H-how…?” she whispers, prompting me to lift my head and take in the sight of her face contorting as she struggles with the pain of her heat.
My inner wolf is clawing at my insides, wanting to strip her down and do exactly what I said I wouldn’t.
There’s no point in fighting this intense feeling, either.
I’ll be forced to walk away, and she’ll just end up hating me even more when she thinks I’m leaving her during the worst time of her life.
I can’t afford to have her hate me even more than she already does. We still have three more tests to complete in the trials. If logic wasn’t going to win, it’s my inner wolf that keeps me standing in front of her, making this offer simply for her sake.
“I will use another method to pleasure you without even removing my clothes,” I offer as I lift my chin to show her that I’m serious.
“It’s only to let your heat subside, nothing else.
This has nothing to do with me. But I can’t let you go on like this.
You—you’ll be of no help in the trials,” I lie for good measure, only because I know that she still hates me.
There’s a long moment of hesitation from Cecelia before she’s hit with another bout of pain that has her falling to her knees and crying out in torment. Her heat probably emerged when she became angry with me, thinking that I was wrongfully angry with her for losing today’s test.
It couldn’t be further from the truth, but now she’s suffering because of her anger.
My natural response to seeing her writhing in torment is to drop to my knees in front of her, reaching out a tentative hand but not touching her just yet.
I’m afraid it’ll only be met with resistance, so I hang back until her pain subsides long enough for her to lift her doe eyes at me, her cheeks flushed as if she just ran a marathon.
“Please…” she whimpers, her full bottom lip quivering inconsolably. “Help me. Just take this pain away.”
She clutches her belly tighter, her eyelids squeezed shut, when more rigorous pain consumes her.
My inner wolf spurs me forward, compelled by the consent she just gave me to take her pain away as I reach forward and wrap both arms around her.
I help her to her feet effortlessly, then sweep back the hairs that stick to her sweaty face.
Our eyes meet in the vulnerable moment, reminiscent of the way they met in the bar three years ago.
While my inner wolf purrs and mentally licks its lips, I have to keep reminding myself that this isn’t like the last time.
This is purely for Cecelia’s sake, to stop the symptoms of her heat and take the pain away.
But I can’t help myself, leaning in to indulge in the soft cushions of her plump lips, feeling a sigh escape my chest with sweet relief as if I’m doing this for me.
Perhaps I’m a greedy man, and it’s something I have to come to terms with, but not right now.
I bask in the sweetness of her lips as she parts them on a sigh, permitting me the liberty of entering the warm cavity of her mouth with my tongue.
As soon as I dive in, I curl the tip of my tongue to stroke her palate, to administer sensations that already speak of what I’m going to do to her precious core.
My hand slides along her cheek, resting at the back of her neck to pull her in closer, deepening the kiss that ignites my inner wolf and has it bursting from the restraints I’d set up years ago.
As it becomes free to explore her mouth and drink in the sweet moans she makes, a primal need consumes me, and has me sweeping her off her feet as our lips remain locked.
Her arms close around my neck, fueling this innate hunger for her now that there’s no resistance. I carry her into the bedroom, then lay her down gently on the bed before stepping away.
Her eyes are unfocused for a brief moment, but then they turn dark and hungry as she stares at my face like it’s her own inner wolf that’s come out to be satisfied.
A guttural groan bubbles in my chest as I climb over her body and settle between her thighs, feeling so primal and feral in the moment.
I capture her lips before she can catch her breath again.
Our passionate kisses are intoxicating, blurring the line of the three years that have passed since that fateful night in the woods.
I’ve never experienced anything as magnetic as kissing Cecelia’s lips, and it’s no wonder I’d lost all sense of logic when I took her outside the bar and showed her to my special place in the woods.
Once we were out there, and I told her that my father would often take me there to train me as a child, long before I received my wolf, I’d naturally gravitated toward her lips and kissed them.
That kiss led to much more, along with the discovery that she was a virgin. That didn’t stop me when I’d become so addicted to her sweet essence and the scent of jasmine flowers that filled the air that night.
It takes every ounce of self-control I can muster to break from the kiss, reminding myself that I have a mission to accomplish tonight.
What I’m about to do has nothing to do with either of us, but it doesn’t stop me from reaching for her smooth, tanned cheek as I stroke the flesh with the pad of my thumb.
My caresses don’t stop there as I ghost my fingertips across the kiss-swollen bud of her gorgeous, richly pigmented bottom lip. My head is woozy from how seductive she appears, and I can’t take it anymore.
I have to see her body in its full glory.
Thanks to the overhead light in the room, it’s easier to trace every inch of her skin as I lift the hem of her T-shirt, rolling it into a bunch over her cupped breasts.
Cecelia holds her breath as I draw the T-shirt over her head, letting out a pained breath through my teeth when I catch the way her mounds fill out her bra.
Gulping hard, a surge of awareness settles between my thighs, my cock tight against the confines of my pants with how hard I am.
I place both hands on her belly, then slide them up until they’re under her bra.
With both my thumbs and index fingers, I gently pinch the nubs that grow erect at my touch, sucking in a breath of absolute wantonness that reflects in Cecelia’s heady eyes as she stares at me through her thick, curly lashes.
Her suggestive, sultry gaze is my undoing, and I tear through her bra with one motion, ripping it in the center and sending her breasts spilling out into my ready hands. Kneading the voluptuous mounds, I lower my head and latch my lips over one chocolate-brown areola.
Cecelia’s gasp turns to a steady moan as my tongue paints circles around her erect nipple, sending sensation through her body that has her arching her back and pushing her chest toward me.
The little pleasure I administer is already turning her pliant and wanton, and the scent of her pheromones fills every inch of the air in the bedroom.
It's intoxicating and has my mouth watering with the thought of tasting her, and I can't hold off any longer.
My downward descent is a trail of open-mouthed kisses peppered down her supple belly as I relish in the feel of her overflowing curves beneath my kneading fingers.
As I near her cotton pants, I hook my fingers under the waistband and drag them down her thighs, leaving her lying in nothing but a cute pair of blush pink panties with a little black bow in the front.
Clamping my teeth on the bow, I draw her panties down, seeing the way her slick catches on the crotch, forming a string that breaks off when I've pulled her panties low enough. My eyes remain fixed on her juicy core, the way her folds glisten with her sticky arousal.
Once her panties are off, I climb back down, sinking between her thighs and hitching my arms under her knees, taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with the intoxicating scent of sweet jasmine that beckons my inner wolf. Groaning with triumph as I latch my lips onto her clit, Cecelia moans.
“Oh, my Goddess!” she cries out when I flick my tongue across her bundle of nerves, feeling it swell between my lips. “That's…that's…”
“Good…” I mumble against her folds, my lips curling with a smirk as I feel her respond to the vibration of my voice. Her body shudders as if begging for more, and I place one hand on her pelvis, applying pressure with my palm as I slip in a finger through her aching hole.
“Oh, Dominic!” she moans out loud when the mixture of sensations brings her close to release as I pump my finger into her while I continue singing praises on her clit, lapping and licking the sweet nub.
She's so close to climaxing from my ministrations that her walls tighten around my single finger, begging and weeping for release.
Greedily devouring her sweet slick, I can't seem to get enough of the taste of her essence, lapping up the juices until she's squirming and her moans escalate into screams. Her heavy panting is in sync with the thrusts of my finger, until she throws her head back and cries out in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” she growls, lifting her head back up to watch me ravenously eating her out even as she climaxes. Wanting more, wanting all she has to give, I suckle on her clit and add another finger through her tightness to explode her orgasm.
Fueled by the lust glazing over her eyes and turning them darker, I continue pounding with two fingers until her body quakes and pleasure rolls through her in waves that have her curves flowing and dancing on the bed.
I can't stop watching how she takes the pleasure and sings my praises with every moan that escapes her lips.
Her second orgasm hits and floods my fingers first before bursting out in hot ropes of warm slick that hit my mouth. With my lips parted, I catch every drop until she's done exploding, and her arousal drips down her thighs.
I lick a fat stripe across her folds, licking up the last bits of her orgasm and savoring the sweet taste on my tongue as I crawl back over her, settling beside her as she climbs down from her high.
While she catches her breath, I slide an arm under her and pull her into my chest, hugging her close until she’s calmed down.
It’s only when she seems to come back to her senses that she realizes she’s in my arms, her body turning rigid as she clenches her cheek against my chest. I press a kiss to the top of her head to soothe her, leaning toward her ear.
“Get some rest, Cece,” I whisper gently as I smooth a palm down the length of her spine. “You’ve been through a lot tonight.”
Cecelia nods timidly, closing her eyes with an audible sigh. She hasn’t said a word against me lying beside her in the bed, and I know if she really wanted me gone, she would have protested.
Just as I’m about to close my eyes, I hear her faint voice, her lips mumbling into my side. “Thank you, Dominic,” she sighs. “I thought I was losing my mind.”
“I don’t blame you,” I chuckle lightly as I open my eyes and find her staring at me with confusion, knitting her brows. “You were quite angry with me earlier.”
“I’m not angry anymore,” she giggles as she hides her blushing cheeks by nuzzling further into my arm. “But I was angry back then. I guess I’m taking this deal a little too seriously.”
Pausing for a moment, I stare at Cecelia as she keeps her eyes closed, closing me off from reading them. After what just happened, I can’t help but wonder if she’s only seeing things through the lens of the deal we made.
It’s less complicated that way, but it prompts me to question her reasoning for making the deal in the first place.
“Why did you make the deal?” I press gently. “Hugo Morales—”
“Was an innocent man,” Cecelia interjects as she opens her eyes. “My father was wrongfully accused, and I just need a way to prove it. Because of what he did when he mated with my mother, he was an easy target.”
“Do you think we'll be able to prove it?” I ask with a frown.
Cecelia nods, and I can see that she truly believes in her father’s innocence. “I just haven’t been able to collect any proof. No one in the pack will take me seriously.”
Hearing her stern conviction has me wondering if Hugo Morales was innocent after all. Nodding slowly, I gesture for her to return to her rest as I pat her shoulder.
“If I become alpha, I will take you seriously,” I declare. “Just as I will take your input seriously in the trials.”
Cecelia nods hesitantly, but closes her eyes, because she must be too spent to do anything else. If there’s one thing I’ve learned today, it’s that Cecelia is smarter than I thought, and I must have underestimated her.
Her suggestions in today’s trial would have secured my win if I’d just listened.
But there’s something else that plagues me, and it’s how much I suddenly care about her. It’s what keeps me awake most of the night while she sleeps, and why I desperately need to go out for a run to clear my head at the first sign of morning light.