Take Me (34 page)

He stopped before Helena then, brazenly, wrapped his arms around her, bent her backwards over his arm, and kissed her for all to see. It wasn’t a timid kiss or even a sweet kiss. More like a lipstick-smearing, tongue thrusting, wet kiss meant to imitate the act he really wanted to be doing right now.

Someone nearby cleared their throat jolting Felicity out of her thoughts. Flustered, she felt the pressure of a gaze on her, of someone watching. Felicity stiffened as she looked up at Dom. At once an apology spilled from her lips at the deadly look on his face. No, not deadly,
violent
. He pulled his arm out of her touch only to lace his fingers with hers. Not in a nice way. His grip tightened enough to make her gulp.

Dominic had seen her making googly eyes at another man.

And he did...not...like...it.

“If you’ll excuse us,” he said to the gentleman.

Then he was pulling her towards the back of the ballroom. They followed a wall that lead to the back of the room where four doublewide doors stood which led into what looked like a balcony.

The grip on her hand was punishing.

A man spotted them and stepped forward as they neared. “Mr. Blackmoore, I’m glad to see you here. I wanted to discuss—”

“Not now,” Dominic growled and then they swept out of the backdoors onto a stone terrace that overlooked acres of land and one magnificent garden below.

Felicity had had enough of him dragging her about. With a vicious tug, she yanked her hand back then rubbed at the reddened skin. “What is wrong with you?”

Dom turned around on her, walking into her until she started backing up. “What is wrong with me? I wasn’t the one eye-fucking the man who’s running against me for this election and who is apparently fucking my ex-
bruid
.”

Oh. Shit. Felicity held her hands up. “Listen, I never saw his face so I didn’t recognize him and I surely wasn’t—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” he said very slowly. Scarily slow.

Felicity looked up into his eyes as a trickle of unease shivered down her body. “I’m sorry,” she found herself saying and meant it. She meant it not because she liked how he’d overreacted a wee bit here, but because if she’d seen him “eye-fucking” some gorgeous woman she’d probably have a much, much worse reaction than he did. Her reaction might involve a gun.

He stepped in close pushing her back into the wall behind her. He touched her waist then slid his hands around to her back as his cheek came down to press against hers. Inside she melted at the gentle intimacy, at the hug he gave her and wrapped her arms around his back to reciprocate.

“I am sorry. I’ve never seen an alpha before...they’re different.”

Those hands around her back stiffened. In a moment he crushed their bodies together, nearly bruising. He pulled back to look down at her and in his eyes she saw fury and something else. Something she couldn’t quite name.

“Don’t ever mention him to me again. In any way. Do you understand me?”

Her pulse raced at his low words. That something mysterious thing shimmering in his eyes put her on alert, made her wonder what he would do next.

“Yes, Dom.”

At her agreement, he nodded then let his eyes roam down to her breasts which the gown pushed up into rounded globes. It was a fitted dress and demure, yet as he stared at her breasts and they grew heavy and pinched. He made her feel like she wore absolutely nothing to block her from his gaze.

“I think it’s time to find out whether you listened to me or not.”

Thud, thud, thud.

Her heart raced like galloping horses. “What do you mean?” She totally hoped she knew she what he meant, because she had a wicked, exciting idea.

A moment later he grabbed her hand and led her to the far side of the terrace where a set of stairs went down below. He took her down them quickly, she struggling in her stupid heels, and he gliding noiselessly in his loafers. Now he marched her through the cut grass along the house then turned once they reached the side.

She was panting as she realized he’d led her to a more remote location. They were at the far side of the house away from where the paparazzi had been and where the valets parked the cars. This was the side of the house opposite the ball and thus any sign of life.

“Baby, I’m really sorry,” she began.

He crowded her gently back against the house. Every second of it she loved even as a lick of fear went through her making her edgy and hot. And yes, she could already feel herself growing wet. His eyes were dark and tense.
The look
blazed out from them but was more subdued. Anger still clouded him. Anger that she’d liked the look of another male to stare. She really did feel awful and understood the need to mark her that was driving him right now. In fact, she relished in it.

His kiss came swift and hard. His tongue swept past her aroused fangs to suck her tongue into his mouth. One arm banded around her waist so she couldn’t get free as the other tugged down the top of her dress. One breast spilled free and he captured it. Fingers found her nipple and pulled. She cried out but his mouth caught the sound as he played with her breast, squeezing and tugging her until the wet heat between her legs grew unbearable.

She gasped against his lips, “Dom, please!”

He released her breast but he didn’t give her any reprieve because his wet lips surrounded the hard peak. Teeth scraped her, latched on gently then pulled with enough bite that her hands fisted his jacket as her entire body tensed. She was trembling with arousal. Flushed, hot, and needy.

“Dom,” she breathed.

He pulled back from her breast, his gaze locked on her hard nipple, wet from his mouth. The chilly breeze blew making the tip pucker more. She moaned. Her breast felt so heavy and full while the other light from being ignored. She wanted to tell him to touch her other breast but knew he wouldn’t like it. He was in control right now. He needed this, to remind her of who he was and what he could do to her.

“If you ever look at another man like that again, Felicity,” he said as he stepped back and slowly started to pull open his belt and unzip his pants, “your punishment will be a lot worse, sweets. Now lift your dress so you don’t ruin it and kneel down.”

Her body pinched with need. She was flooded with arousal between her legs. Without the panties on she could feel her lips sliding against each other as she stepped forward, leaned over, and started tugging her gown up. It was a lot of material but as she pulled to her knees she knelt before him with his help. Once her knees were in the cushioned grass he reached inside his pants and pulled out his hard, throbbing cock. The tip was wet with arousal, and he looked hard enough to hammer in a nail. Completely unbendable, and hard as a damn rock. And she wanted it inside her so bad she cried out at the sight of it.

“Dom—” she began.

“Shh,” he ordered, grasping his cock at the base. He opened his legs into a wide, masculine stance as he captured the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his cock. He rubbed the tip over her lips, spreading his taste across the seam. “Open up and suck me. Remember who you’re mating to, sweets.”

Her eyelids drifted shut on a moan. As if she could forget him. Ever.

His shaft filled her mouth on a plunge. He began rocking inside her, gently fucking her mouth. He filled her mouth full, forced her to hard through her nose. She brought her hands up to grab onto his hips for something to keep her steady.

She inhaled his rich, delicious scent making her mouth water more. He groaned above her and moved deeper inside her, nearly hitting the back of her throat but not quite. She moved her tongue against him, swirling, and kept her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as he worked himself between her lips with ragged breaths.

“So beautiful,” he said, a rasp. “So sexy. You belong to me, Felicity.
To me!”
With that proclamation, he thrust deep and held himself there. He was so deep she thought she could barely stand it but then he cupped her jaw and neck, rubbing her in a gentle caress. “Shh, relax, baby, you got me in that beautiful mouth. So sexy, all mine.”

She did as he said and relaxed, letting her jaw open and surprisingly he pushed even further inside her. Then the grip on the back of her neck tightened and he thrust himself away from her leaving her teetering for a moment before he grabbed her waist and helped her to stand.

“It’s time to find out whether you listen to me or not. Are you bare, baby? Are you open and wet for me? You want my cock, don’t you?”

He backed her up into the wall, his hands fisting her gown and lifting it higher and higher. He paused with it at her thighs.

“
Don’t you?
” he said.

“Yes! Yes, Dom!”

He made a masculine sound then lifted her gown up to her waist. He simply stared down at the spot between her legs with a dark, hungry look. “Good, good girl. You listened to me.” A finger trailed down her patch of hair making her gasp and spread her legs for him. He nodded his approval and that one finger became many as he slid them down and cupped her. “Wet and hot, sweets. So damned soft too. You have any idea how good you feel around my cock? Fucking perfect. The perfect little pussy for me.” One finger slid inside her.

She fisted his shirt, wiggling her hips against that lone finger wishing it were longer, thicker. “Dom, please,” she begged.

That finger thrust lazily in and out of her. His mouth closed around her bared breast. Those sexy lips clamped around her nipple and pulled back until little shocks of pleasure ricocheted throughout her body. Only then did he release her.

He kissed his way up her collarbone to her neck where he licked her. The action made her body freeze, or at least, still as much as it could for arousal still left her with a fine tremble.

“Dom?” She arched her neck in question. Would he take her blood again? Her sex clenched around his fingers at the thought.

He mumbled as his lips played against her tender skin. “You like that, don’t you? You like my bite? My fangs buried deep in your neck as I fuck you?”

“Y-yes,” she said, stifling a moan. She moved her hips trying to get more contact but he kept his palm from touching her clitoris, kept only that finger filling her over and again.

Suddenly, his touch and heat were gone. Her eyes flew open but they didn’t have to because he wasn’t leaving her. No, not at all.

In a flash he had her up against the wall in a tight hold, his hands cupping her ass, and her legs straight as his cock slid between her thighs. She ached to spread her legs open but as she started to move he shook his head no.

Staring into her eyes with that intense, hungry look, he bent his knees putting his erect cock at her entrance, and then as he stood he filled her slow and hard. The pressure was too good, too hot. With her legs practically closed, she felt tighter, wetter around him. She could see that he felt it too for his eyes faded into black, inky recesses as his length filled her to the hilt.

“You’re mine, Felicity.” His hips retreated then slid back in.

She cried out, trying her best to muffle the sound but it was so hard when all she wanted to do was scream his name. “Yes, baby. I’m yours.”

He held her in an uncompromising grip. No matter how much she squirmed, he would not let her move her position. He started thrusting then as he stared into her eyes. Her back jammed into the house and she knew she’d have red marks there afterwards.

She let her head fall back as he speared his steely flesh into her tight, moving faster but not harder. He never quite hit the sensitive bud hidden beneath its hood but she was so aroused that with enough thrusts he’d make her come. And she couldn’t wait.

Wet lips found her throat and she had only a moment for her eyes to fly open before she was pierced. It happened that fast.

He filled her with both cock and fangs. One drinking from her, one filling her. Heat suffused around the wound as he drank from her. His movements became harder, faster like that of a rutting beast. Flesh slapped against flesh as he speared her with his shaft, conquering her wet folds like a savage.

Her climax rose swiftly. The combined pleasure from the bite and from the sex was too much. Then suddenly his bite disappeared, his cock gone.

Breathing in ragged gasps, she stared at Dominic in confusion then looked down to see that in fact his cock still jutted from his tight hips. His fangs were two hard pints protruding from beneath his upper lip.

“What are you doing?” she said, squirming with the need to release.

His head cocked as he gazed at her. Then he kissed her. It was slow with heavy with thrusting tongues that reminded her tenderly of what he’d been doing to her.

Then his cock was at her entrance again, and he pushed his way inside and began hammering into her wet sheathe—his movements quick, deep.

“Ooh!” she cried out, her head once again falling back against the wall.

His mouth went straight to her throat as if it’d beckoned him. Only this time he was at the other side. She felt two sharp points graze her a moment before he sank in deep. Blood rushed from her. Her skin became so sensitive it nearly hurt where he touched her. Her sex clenched and shuddered as it worked its way up to an immense peak.

She tried to rock against him, to push her mons against his pelvis but she barely stood on her tiptoes. He kept his knees bent as he fucked her so he controlled everything she felt.

The grip on her bottom pinched in a deliciously rough way. His mouth pulled back and when he spoke it was a gritty rasp against her throat. “So fucking tight and wet for me baby. This is your punishment. I’m going to fill you up with my seed and when he sees you, he’ll not be able to look at you without knowing that I had plundered your pussy. That it was my cock in your mouth, and my bite at your neck. You’re mine.”

There were no words. None that she could speak for he pounded into her, their damp flesh making a symphony of erotic sounds in the night.

Hot agony boiled deep in her belly. His thrusts tantalized little nerves inside of her triggering something that promised to be cataclysmic. Even though she couldn’t really move she undulated the best she could.