To Love a Shifter: A Paranormal Romance Boxed Set (21 page)

          It was only thirty minutes before midnight when she got to Domenico’s home. Rebecca had made her work overtime and by then, Misty was simply too tired to argue. Domenico had demanded an explanation over the phone and she said a little white lie about wanting to make a good impression.

            She managed a smile for the butler, who smiled back kindly and said, “We have dinner waiting for you.”

            “Oh.” She was too tired to eat but didn’t think it was polite to refuse. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

            And then she heard voices.

            No way.

            She rushed inside, heart in her throat.

            It was true.

            Tears rushed to her eyes.

            “Misty, you’re back!” Andy crowed, rushing to her.

            She laughed, her exhaustion swept away at the sight of her family crowding Domenico’s living room. She had never seen them so happy and at ease. Her eyes met Domenico, who was dressed casually in shirt and jeans but managing to look like a million dollars all the same. He smiled at her. It said everything.

            Misty was crying when she tucked Andy in his bed –
his
own bed. She couldn’t believe how Domenico had managed in one night to prepare separate bedrooms for her siblings, designed to suit their different personalities. Nicole, for instance, had a mini library in her room. Even Dylan had his own room, a nursery decorated in shades of blue and adjoining
her
own room.

            Misty heard a knock from the balcony doors around midnight. Hurrying to open it, Misty let Domenico in, who shook his head at her. “The things you make me do,” he murmured with the faintest hint of exasperation.

            She smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry?”

“Creeping around in my own home…”

            “I don’t want to set a bad example,” she protested.

            “Having to go through the balcony…”

            “But it was because I didn’t want to risk having them see or hear you knock on my door or something.” She looked up at Domenico with a look that he found irresistible. “Sorry.”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s not enough.”

            “It’s not?”

            “I want you to make it up to me in another way.”

All of a sudden, Misty became extremely conscious that she and Domenico were alone again – and they were in close proximity to the bed.

            They looked at each other.

            No words were needed after that. Clothes were strewn around the room as their lips fused, Misty gasping when she felt Domenico’s hard body against hers.

            “Make love to me,” she begged as he took her nipple into his mouth.

            He bit it gently, making her whimper.

            “No. Just a few more days and then I’ll make love to you so much you’ll be complaining.” Before she could protest, his mouth hovered over her other breast, his hand kneading and cupping it, holding it up to his lips. As he took it in, it felt like her nipple was an offering.

            She moaned, unable to help it.

            He lifted her in his arms and Misty immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his head tightly against her. Her nipple still in his mouth, Domenico navigated his way to her bed until he could lay her down.

            “I want to please you again,” she whispered.

            “You always do.”

            She shook her head and, ignoring her shyness with an effort, she took hold of his face to make Domenico look up to her. “I want to make you come once more.”

            An idea occurring to him, Domenico asked throatily, “How much do you want it?”

            “I haven’t wanted anything as badly as this.”

            The words inflamed him, and it took every single bit of his willpower not to ram into her and possess Misty once and for all. Flipping her around and rolling onto his back in one move, he settled Misty over his body, his head between her thighs and hers between his.

            Misty stiffened. “What--”

            He pulled her cunt down to him, shoving his tongue inside her.

            She screamed.

            “Sssh,” he said as he retracted his tongue, savoring her taste. “Your siblings might hear.”

            Misty stiffened again when he licked her folds slowly. “I d-don’t think I can keep quiet.”

His laughter vibrated against her cunt, making her arch over him again, and forcing Domenico to hold Misty by the hips to keep her still. “You can if you suck my cock.”

            She didn’t need another second’s urging. When he shoved his tongue back into her, he felt Misty lowering her head over him. Domenico groaned as Misty took the entire length of him in her mouth. When he moved up to suck her clit, Misty sucked him harder as well.

            The sucking sounds that filled the room were the most erotic noises she had ever heard in her life, spurring Misty to dig her fingers into Domenico’s buttocks as she pulled him down so she could swallow even more of him.

            As his tongue went in and out of her, Domenico could feel Misty moving more wildly on top of him, letting him know that she was close to coming. He wasn’t too far away himself, but Domenico wanted them to come together so he let go of one of her hips to start playing with her clit.

She screamed even as she sucked on his cock harder, making Domenico’s hips jut more aggressively into her mouth.

            “I want you to come with me, Misty,” he said harshly.

            She bit his tip in response.

            Tightening his hold on her hip, Domenico rammed his tongue in as far as he could while pressing on her clit in the exact way that he knew would drive her wild.

            Misty immediately bucked, coming in his mouth while her hands squeezed his cock and caressed his balls, her mouth closing around him tightly. He spilled his seed into her mouth even as he continued lapping her up once more with slow and long licks so as not to miss even a drop of her. His body shuddered as his cock didn’t stop pouring out its load.

            Later, draped on top of Domenico, her body heavy and replete, Misty couldn’t help grumbling a little, saying, “We still didn’t do it.”

His laughter was muffled by her hair. He shifted to her side so that they were lying in a spooning fashion, her back against his chest, his arm curled around her waist possessively, and his erection pressing against her back.

            “Domenico!” she gasped.

            “It doesn’t matter if we don’t do it. I can still make you happy. And I do, don’t I?”

            “Yes, but...”

            “You want to make love to me?”

            She nodded.

            “So much?”

            Misty sighed and said almost miserably, shamefully, “Yes.”

            His laughter rocked the bed.

            Misty’s eyes widened and she looked at him in panic, hoping the sound did not wake any of her siblings “Shhh!”

            “You’re priceless.” He rolled her back to her original position, making her gasp as he loomed above her like a wild pagan god. “You know that, don’t you?’

            “Er…”

            “You are,” he said firmly.

            Nuzzling her neck, he murmured, “Anything eventful happen today?”

            She gave him a sanitized version of her time at work.

            He raised a brow. “What was the guy’s name? The one you spoke to at the rooftop?”

            Her forehead furrowed. “I…I don’t think I asked.” She shook her head wryly. “I forgot to.”

Domenico nodded. “Ah.” But it was interesting. If Jayme had not given his name and yet Misty made an impression on him already, then he’d have no reason to doubt Misty’s sincerity at all. Things were going even better than he had planned and it was all because of Misty.

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Be sociable!

            That was what the guy on the rooftop told her. Since Misty so wanted to be a perfect wife, she was determined to be everything he would need in a wife. If that meant she had to be sociable, then she was going to be the most approachable employee in Lyccan Hall, even if it killed her.

            Armed with her smile and push cart, Misty entered the first office, now wearing sensible shoes to match her equally sensible uniform. She had snuck out of Domenico’s home wearing a semi-casual two-piece suit but changed into her mail girl uniform when she arrived at Lyccan Hall.

            Most people ignored Misty after giving her a sly glance, but she was fast becoming immune to such reactions.

            A girl at the end of the office on the third floor caught her eye. Hers was the only messy table around, with documents heaped on top of each other to form a leaning tower of folders.

            “Hi. Any mail?” She smiled at the girl.

            “Oh…uh…yes…I have to look for it, though…” Short hair and glasses made the girl look incredibly young, and her flustered look just made her seem even younger than Misty’s initial opinion. More papers fell to the floor.

            Misty bent down to pick the papers up. “First day?”

            “Mmmm….actually, I’ve been working here for almost a month.”

            Misty reddened. “Oh. Sorry.”

            “It’s ok. I’m just a part-timer here so I don’t really get to make friends in the office.”

            She nodded understandingly. “And so you find it uncomfortable to ask for help from them.” She nodded towards the papers. “Can I make a suggestion?”

            “Sure.” The young girl looked at her hopefully.