Chapter 31 In the Morning
In the Morning
Dom
Icould get used to this.
Waking up in the morning, knowing Jasmira—my mate—is near, in my house, makes me want her here every morning. I want her to stay.
Her back is to me, but the slight tilt of her head and her body language tell me she’s sensed my presence.
She stands there, my missing t-shirt hanging on her frame, slipping off one shoulder. The hem cuts off perfectly just below her ass. She hums as she whisks the vanilla-scented batter, filling the kitchen.
Her curls, piled on top of her head, fight against the scrunchie, and her face illuminates in the morning light as she smiles.
For a moment, I forget to breathe.
Her scent has evolved. It’s no longer only her. It’s us together—the forest, sugar, her strawberry-soaked hair, and flowers after rain.
Moiraya save me.
I woke in a panic when my hands found empty sheets where her soft, warm body should have been.
I wanted her in my arms. Close to me. My pulse steadied when I heard her low humming reach my ears, followed by the rich aroma of coffee wafting in the air.
I quickly snatched some clothes and headed to greet her, but I’ve been standing here watching her ever since.
Her head bobs to whatever music is playing from the speaker, her body moving to the rhythm. I can’t hear shit, though. I only see her, and it makes me remember last night. Watching her above me, circling her hips while I was buried deep inside her. Fuck it. I need to be closer to her.
She stops and throws a look over her shoulder when she hears my steps. “Stop looking at my ass.”
“I mean—” I suck in a breath, my eyes trailing from her toes to her face. “If you keep dancing like you are, why would I stop looking?”
She laughs, smooth and sexy, and it goes straight to my gut.
“How are you?” I gently tug at the hem of my shirt hanging off her, curious if she wants to talk about what happened.
Now we’ve made this decision, what do we tell Seren? I shake the thoughts away and turn my attention back to her. I want to stay in this bubble we created for a little while longer.
She is mine.
She chose me.
“I’m good,” she says, picking up a baking sheet with a few slices of bacon. I open the oven door for her, let her slide the sheet in, and close the door. She turns toward the griddle, where a bowl of batter and fresh blueberries wait nearby.
I meet her with open arms and pull her close to me, her back resting against my chest, her soft curves melting in my grasp. My body woke up, waiting for this moment.
“I feel great.”
She pops a berry in her mouth before plucking another, holding it over her shoulder, waiting for me to accept the small token.
My lips brush against her fingertips before taking the berry between my teeth, biting down, and tasting the earthy mix of tart and sweetness on my tongue.
“I’m making blueberry pancakes.”
I hear the smile in her voice when my lips meet her skin, the sweet spot in the curve of her neck, pulse fluttering like butterfly wings. Her scent floods my body with desire, and my body pulls her closer to the erection growing in my pants.
Fuck.
“Are you sniffing me?” She giggles. The sound is soft and bright, like it wasn’t meant for this world, only for me. She drops a few berries onto each pancake, letting the edges set and turn a golden-brown before flipping.
“I thought I loved your scent before,” I say, lips grazing her velvet skin, “but now my wolf has claimed you? You smell absolutely sinful.”
“Dom—” She mewls, her head falling back. Her hand clutches the spatula like a lifeline.
One of my hands settles possessively on her belly, the other sliding up to cup the full weight of her breast through the thin fabric.
Her tongue darts across her lips. “You’re going to have to wait,” she says, breathless, trying to talk sense into me. She circles her hips, ass grinding into my aching dick. “I’m hungry, and I know you are too.”
My throat tightens. Hunger doesn’t begin to describe what I feel. I’m hungry for something, alright. I push the thought through the bond, and she gasps—a small, perfect sound.
“Am I distracting you?” I purr, nipping her earlobe. “I know something that tastes way sweeter than the blueberries in those pancakes you’re making.”
She chuckles before sucking in a breath. “You’re a huge distraction, and it’ll be your fault if all this food burns.”
“Fine,” I tease, slapping her ass. “What can I help you with?”
“Can you check on the bacon and maybe get us some juice, please?”
“Yeah.” I move to the oven, then the fridge. My body is going through the motions, but my wolf watches her, scraping down my walls with her near.
After last night, having her again…and again, I still crave her with an intensity vibrating my soul. She’s the sunshine breaking through the storm clouds on a rainy day. That first sip of coffee to awaken your spirit. And no matter how much I have her, I don’t think I will ever get my fill.
It feels natural being with her like this. Sitting in the kitchen after a night like last night, eating breakfast together, and laughing at the joke Seren told her yesterday morning. I want a morning routine like this, getting a glimpse of what could be.
I don’t hesitate to take her hand, feeling the warmth bloom between our palms as I link her fingers link with mine. Her eyes follow the movement as I lift her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles, licking a stray droplet of maple syrup.
“I feel different,” she says, staring at our joined hands. “The pull is not as strong—not as fierce, but it’s still there. It’s gentle now. Do you still feel it? Like the missing piece of something intangible has been locked in place and now it’s finally settling in, finally together.”
I turn towards her. “I always feel you. Our souls wrap around the tether, three threads woven together, braided into one. It holds us together until no separation is no longer possible. It’s less of a pull now and more—us—more you.
You’re in my blood, my bones. You’re the rhythm to my heart.
You’re not simply a part of me, you’ve consumed me, until I can’t tell where you begin and I end. ”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. She swallows, as if the words are something she physically has to move down her throat.
I nod towards the hallway. “Take a shower with me.”
She lets go of my hand, biting on her lower lip. The front of my t-shirt falls forward, giving me a view of her perfect tits when she leans over the stool.
“What are you waiting for?” And she turns and runs.
Steam fills the bathroom, blurring everything but her. The scrunchie is tossed to the countertop, and brown curls tumble down her shoulders.
I draw a shaky breath as she pulls the shirt over her head, her nipples hardened to deep, rosy peaks begging for my mouth.
My hands curl into fists. My wolf breaks down to his knees as her eyes never leave mine. She hooks her fingers into the lace and drags it down her thighs until it falls at her feet, abandoned.
She stands before me like a dream. The look she burns into me stops my heart dead.
I fucking love watching the heat rise in her cheeks, knowing that we’ve already had each other in every way possible…and I can still make her flush like I touched her hand for the first time. Her eyes are burning emeralds. The sharp gold flecks command me to follow—to surrender completely.
She opens the shower door and steps inside. Her head tilts back under the shower head, a gentle rain of water streaming down her body like silk, eyes squeezed shut.
I shed my clothes and join her, the hot water from the second showerhead welcomes me. I trace my fingers down her spine, and she arches against my touch. Our bond sings.
“Come here.”
Her eyes flick to my mouth, before lifting to meet my gaze—only for a second before we collide in a kiss so deep, she’s left trembling against me.
I press her against the wall, rubbing her clit in ruthless circles, dipping my fingers inside her, and dragging her wetness back to her clit.
She’s soaked, writhing, her nails pressing moons into my shoulders.
Her movements become frantic. With every stroke of my finger, she trembles, desperate for release.
“Please, Dominik. I need you inside of me,” she begs.
The water sprays around us, beading across her skin when I turn her around. She grinds her wet pussy over my straining length. I’m not going to last long watching her tiny waist and perfect ass moving in a maddening rhythm.
"I’ve got you," I say, holding her in place and thrusting inside her. She stretches beautifully around me, her pussy sighing in pleasure. “I won’t let you fall. I’m right here."
We both suck in a breath when I fully sink home. Her palms press flat against the tile wall, fingers splayed as she braces herself. I fight the urge to consume her, but my wolf betrays me and takes control. My hips snap forward, each thrust stealing her breath. Dragging us toward oblivion.
“Dom!” she screams. Her body is tightening around me like it doesn’t want me to let go. I pull her back against my chest, my hand wrapped around her pretty throat.
“Don’t," she gasps, moaning, her voice breaking as she circles her hips, "stop.”
The last word dissolves into a hiss between clenched teeth as I continue to drive deeper. Her sobs start like a plea, then shatter into a guttural moan, her pussy convulsing around me.
I press a kiss to her temple, a growl vibrating against her skin. The pleasure builds, creating a numbing sensation like white-hot electricity searing from the base of my skull down my spine, until she takes my soul. I’m drowning in her. Utterly, completely, willingly lost in her.