Chapter 29 Stars
Stars
Jas
Dominik’s house sits quiet beneath the twilight sky, all dark wood with warm light illuminating from the windows, like it’s waiting for me.
I climb the porch steps to the sound of my pulse hammering loudly in my ears. My heart is whispering—stay, stay, stay. There’s no turning back after this.
Before I can knock, the door opens, revealing Dominik standing there, sensing my presence. He greets me with a half-smile that brightens his brown eyes and crinkles at the corners.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” he says, stepping back from the doorway.
My gaze drifts from his bare feet, up his worn joggers to the faded shirt that hugs his body.
His locs fall freely, framing his face and the beard I’m always fighting to not touch.
I swallow hard. He’s devastating, and he doesn’t have to try.
The sight of him makes it hard to keep a straight thought.
I brush past him, and his scent envelopes me as electricity crackles between us—like static—an actual spark that makes me jump.
He grunts, rubbing the center of his chest with a fist, his brows furrowing. “Full moon energy.”
I blink, momentarily stunned. Did that really happen? I shrug. You’d think I’d be used to stranger things by now. Taking my shoes off, I leave them on the doormat. My bare feet meet the coolness of the wood as I drop my jacket and purse on the couch. The door closes behind me with a soft click.
He walks over to me without hesitation.
My hands shake, fingers twisting into his shirt. He stills them with his own.
“We don’t have to do this right now,” he says softly. “I’d wait for you.”
The words hit harder than any pressure ever could. I pull back enough to look at him. At the familiar face I’ve known for years. At the man who was my friend long before he was anything else. The one who learned my silences. He saw me break. He was a sanctuary to the storm.
“I need to understand what we’re stepping into,” I say softly, running my hands through my hair.
He nods. No frustration. No impatience. Only acceptance.
“The bond will change everything,” he says, taking my hands in his. “Not who we are, but how deeply we feel.” He gently kisses my knuckles. I wouldn’t have noticed it if I hadn’t seen it happen. “And when we finish…when it locks, I won’t be able to pull away right away.”
My inhale wavers. “What do you mean when it locks?”
“A knot,” he answers. “It’s meant to keep us together while the bond settles. It shouldn’t hurt—but it can feel uncomfortable at first. If you tell me to stop before it happens, I absolutely will. It doesn’t last long.”
“And if I don’t tell you to stop?”
His eyes darken, not with hunger alone, but with something deeper. Worship.
“I stay,” he whispers, winding a curl tight around his finger. “I stay with you until your body softens into knowing. Until you feel your soul branded into mine.”
Emotion rises quickly, and it almost steals my breath. It isn’t fear. It’s the weight of what this means. Friendship teetering on the edge of what was and what could be.
I force the words out. “I’m not scared of you, Dom. I’m scared of losing what we already have if I don’t do this, and what will happen if I do.”
He wraps me in his arms, resting his chin atop my head, trying to anchor me. “You won’t lose me. Bond or not.”
I believe him. That’s the terrifying part.
He unwraps his arms and takes my hands again.
If we seal this, how do we balance the weight of it all—the expectations, the vulnerability, the raw exposure of our innermost selves?
Our soul is this stillness of unbound love.
If we don’t, what will become of us? Will our friendship crack and splinter?
It won’t be us drifting apart—we will be violently torn from each other’s orbits around Moiraya’s moon.
“I want you,” I say, my voice breaking. The words now feel like a vow. “I need you like the honey in my tea. Like the rain on a spring day. My soul screams for yours, and regardless if you’re near or far—your soul always answers.”
His hand cups my face as he stares down at me. I lean into his touch, my body humming from the contact.
“We go as slow as you need,” he says. “We listen to each other. And if it’s too much at any point, you tell me. Swear it to me.”
“I swear.” I ignore the feeling of my chest threatening to shatter—but beneath it is serenity. My thighs press together without thinking.
“Stay with me, and don’t let go,” I whisper.
A sound leaves him—low, vibrating from deep within his chest. “Never,” he says, voice raw.
He lifts me in one fluid motion, carrying me to his bedroom. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
His gaze drops to my lips, thumb dragging across them. I nip the pad of it before he leans in, capturing my lips.
I surrender completely, feeling his smile on his lips like this is the best thing he’s had all day.
Our tongues circle each other—invading and demanding—pulling a sound from deep within me that I didn’t know I could make.
I meet him, stroke for stroke, letting the bond hum between us while I move against him, seeking friction.
He sits me on the edge of the bed, and his hands move slowly—taking their time with me—dragging my jeans down my legs. Making one hell of a show of it.
"You’re trembling,” Dom rasps.
I crawl back slowly, propping myself up on my elbows, my knees touching, creating a barrier as he kneels before me. I’m only pantless, and I still feel exposed.
He looks at me like he can see everything.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he promises, and a pause of silence stretches in the air. “But I’m desperate to watch you spread your legs for me.”
My heart slams against my ribs. Every nerve ending ignites at once. The way he says it—low, vulnerable, honest—makes my chest tighten. It makes the heat in my core build to a pulsing ache—desperate for his touch.
“I want to taste you, devour you—slowly and completely—until you scream. I’d crawl through the fire of all the hells just to get a taste. To worship you with my face buried between your legs.” He presses his forehead against mine, breath ragged. “Look at me. See what you do to me, Jasmira.”
My eyes cast down immediately towards his erection. A shiver trembles within me at his fingertips, drawing patterns, like feathers, along the sensitive skin of my thighs. My hips are bucking off the bed. I’m not only wet, but I want to be ruined.
“Do you want me to beg for it?” he pleads, voice trembling slightly.
My lips part, but nothing comes out. Fuck.
I would very much like to see him beg, and if he doesn’t start, I may break apart from wanting.
Yes, please touch me before I lose my mind.
Have your way with me. Bury your face in my pussy until I can't take it anymore. My body relaxes despite myself—the bond stirring, readying me for what’s coming.
“Please,” he says.
The word hits harder than I expected.
“Please let me,” he continues, voice rough now, stripped of teasing. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been good.”
Fuck. Yes, you've been so good.
"I’ve waited for this moment. I need to feel you cum against my mouth, trickling down my beard. I want to hear my name torn from your lips.”
Heat curls low in my gut, dizzying and heavy. My body answers for me. My legs fall open, slow and unsteady, giving him permission without ever saying the words.
He freezes. “If you want me…show me.” He grins, wolfishly, hunger flashing in his eyes.
I pull my shirt over my head, my breasts spilling out before lifting my hips, fingers hooking into my panties.
“There you go,” he growls, taking the fabric in his hands, easing it down my legs with deliberate slowness. His fingertips trail over my calves, ankles, and hot pink painted toes. “That’s my yes.”
He drops them to the floor and lifts my right leg, placing a kiss behind my knee. My breath hitches, and fingers grip the sheets as I lie back, letting his mouth work its magic.
I love how his hands touch me. How his lips kiss my skin. He holds me exactly where he wants me. He doesn’t rush, but he doesn’t touch where I want him most. He waits, letting the anticipation coil tight. A beast taunting his mate.
“Good girl,” he purrs. The praise lights me up, and I know—without a doubt—I’d let him beg again.
His mouth is on me, smooth lips and wet tongue, face deep between my legs, devouring my slick heat—and I moan, back arching. Each stroke of his tongue against my clit sends lightning through my veins.
His tongue pushes inside me, tasting and lapping up my juices as he inserts a finger.
Pumping slowly, in and out of me as he sucks my clit.
He adds another finger, and I can barely breathe.
My legs are trembling against his shoulders as he feasts with hunger, determined to build me back up only to wreck me all over again.
"Goddess, Dom. That’s perfect." I moan, hips lifting off the mattress. I chase his mouth, running my hands through his locs, holding him there like I might float away if he pulls back.
I gaze down the slope of my body, watching his fingers covered in my wetness. His tongue flicks my clit in a torturous rhythm as his hands hold my legs open.
Fuck. The look of his glowing eyes when he looks up at me while his face is buried in my pussy breaks something in me.
Two fingers stroking every nerve inside of me, his thumb rubs me in slow, comforting circles, and I want him to stay there forever. A sob slips free as pleasure crests too high, too fast. The sensation is overwhelming; heat blooms from my fingertips to my toes.
I'm close. It's so good. So, so fucking good.
“Jasmira,” he utters softly from his lips. He moans it with his mouth on me like a prayer. The vibration of his words sends me over the edge.
He growls, hands bruising my skin as he tugs me closer to his face, a man savoring a long-awaited meal.
I sob, grinding into his face, harder, faster. “Oh fuck—I’m going to cum!” My body jerks, warmth and intense pleasure spreading from my clit to the depths of my soul. “Dom!"
My voice breaks while I fall apart. My body convulses, core throbbing around his fingers. I dig my heels into his back and ride out my orgasm against his face. When I finally collapse, I’m breathless.
“You,” he purrs, licking his lips, “are the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Like captured moonlight.”
"Moonlight?" A smile plays at my lips, my eyelids heavy with pleasure.
“Mm precisely,” he hums, grazing my thigh with the edge of a fang. My body trembles at his touch. I’m still hypersensitive from having a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Like nectar basking in a starlit sky. My sin and my salvation." He kisses my skin. "I could stay right here forever."
I can’t look away from his face—the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth and that look in his eyes. His words wrap around me like an enchantment.
"You are my undoing,” he confesses, and the mattress dips underneath his weight. He kicks off his boxers, revealing his large, beautiful cock.
And you are mine.
I reach for him, but immediately freeze.
"What's wrong?" he asks. His dick is ready and standing at full attention.
"I'm not on anything?"
“Ahh shit—" he says, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’m sorry.”
He looks around, probably wondering if he has a condom hidden somewhere.
"Dom, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Damn, I didn't think about that long...was that me or the bond?
“Are you sure? I can go get some—”
“I’m sure.” My body burns hot. My entire being aches for this, yearning for his body, to feel him inside me. And when I do…I see stars.