“You could have found a minute to tell me your little plan! I wouldn’t have been worried that I was going to get my ass kicked in front of all your family and peers and be the biggest embarrassment of the century, Dominic!” She was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling.

“Maybe I should have and maybe you shouldn’t have run from me. We could have talked about it.”

“You never even came back to me that night. Just patted me on the head and shooed me off to bed. What, I wasn’t supposed to worry about being challenged over you? I’m sorry I wasn’t privy to all this ‘financial ruin’ information so naturally I was a bit worried that I’d lose you to that red-headed bitch with claws.”

Dominic took a hard step towards her and then stopped as if physically trying to hold himself back. His own breaths deepened, eyes grew liquid. “Your fangs,” was all he said.

Confused, Felicity parted her lips and touched the tips with her tongue, just as surprised as he was. She’d grown so angry her fangs had dropped without her knowing it. That meant her eyes were glowing too. Suddenly her eyes shot straight to the pulse thudding at his thick neck. Her mouth watered. She loved the tan skin there, the strong neck with healthy tendons and concave crevasses. She wanted to dip her tongue there to taste him

“Felicity.” A warning, something close to a growl in his voice.

“What?” she said, already walking towards him.

“Don’t.”

“Why?”

“I’m pissed at you.”

“I’m mad at you too but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, baby.”

She was close now and he the one backing up. “Don’t,” he said, voice a growl.

“Why not?”

His chest hammered with breaths, beating them out into the air. His legs hit a table with a lamp making him stop his retreat. She followed him, pressing her body into his as she slowly melted.

“I need time to think about this, Felicity.”

“Baby, I love you and I’m sorry. We’re going to get mated but we’re going to do it right. I’m gonna bring my mom and her little boyfriend, we won’t have the worry of the election standing over our heads, and it’ll just be me and you. Now, why don’t you come here so I can get a taste of that vein, baby.”

He groaned, she sighed, and then they were in each other’s arms as if they’d been aching to be there from the start. Her arms wrapped around his neck, mouth nuzzled the pulsating veins as he swept her up, arms tight around her waist, lifting her off the ground, and planting her back against the door he’d slammed into her face. She licked the pulse, held her tongue against it feeling it bounce against her before she struck. He didn’t jerk but growled, digging his erection between her legs.

“Felicity...”

Their bodies wrapped around each other, legs around tight hips, groin to groin, chest to chest. They moved together like a piece of beautiful music with Dominic taking the lead. He directed everything and she didn’t care because nothing felt more right than having him in her arms, holding her, loving her, once again.

She drank him, sweet, warm mouthfuls feeding her, pumping her heart to beat faster, wetting her between her legs. The gown came up. No longer was the dress an elegant gorgeous thing but was covered in splotches of mud, torn at the hem and along the bodice, but she didn’t care. He was lifting it, touching her bare legs and making her shiver. His hot breath panted against her bare shoulder as he kissed her, licked her skin.

She broke away from the bite as he cupped her between her legs. A wild, incoherent moan bubbled out from her lips and he caught sound, thrusting his tongue deep and kissing her. He shoved yards of material up between their hungry bodies. The metal of a belt clinked as it opened; a zipper hissed as it was shoved down, and material ripped that covered her between her legs.

Then he was hot, round, and hard at her entrance, slipping along her folds getting wet along her seam. He caught her moan with his kiss as he fitted himself to her then pushed inside slow and hard, pressing and filling.

It was perfect. They were one again. Perfect.

She broke away from the kiss to breathe. “Dom!”

He grunted as he filled her to the brink then started moving. Only his strong grip at her hips kept her up against the wall, kept their bodies angled the right way as he moved.

“Fel, missed you.”

“I missed you too baby.”

He rocked between her thighs, mouth crashed down on hers. She knew then everything would be all right. Whatever it was they’d work through it.

“Touch yourself, baby. Between your legs in that sweet spot.”

Her hand moved down her body, pushed past the folds of material then found the tender bud.

Groaning, he drew back to look down at their joined bodies but material fell in the way.

“Fuck!”

He pulled out, stepped back with his hard erection jutting from his tight hips. Then he turned her sideways, grabbed her dress at the bodice and the back and pulled hard. Seams ripped apart as if they’d been barely holding on, as if they were the weakest thread in the world

Then she stood in her heels before Dom, shaking and aroused. His eyes trailed over her body with the look.

“We might not have been mated tonight but you are my mate. You are my woman, and I’ll never let you go.” He began tearing his clothes off.

“Good,” she said, her words not nearly as eloquent.

“Now get on the bed.”

She didn’t just go to the bed, she ran and threw herself on it. Watching him, panting, her legs spread as he strode towards her with a predator’s grace, pulling off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes moved from her hard nipples to the flat of her stomach and even further to linger where she was pink and wet.

Upper body bared, she took in the sight of sculpted hard muscles. A pair of pecks that moved as he did, and abs that flexed and bunched as he shoved his pants down and kicked out of  his shoes.

“Touch yourself.”

Her hands went to her breasts, cupping the warm flesh. “No, no. Touch the sweet spot.”

Oh. A blush crept over her as she reached down, feeling the dips and curves of her stomach then finding her wet heat. She rubbed small circles over her bud before dipping a finger inside where he’d been rocking only minute before.

His eyes grew heated, cock bobbed. He ran a hand over that straining shaft, swiping his thumb over the tip. “Good baby, good. Make yourself come for me.”

Her cheeks turned very red. “What?”

He walked around the side of the bed so his hips were at the level of her face. “You heard me and you’re going to do it while sucking my cock.”

He didn’t let her utter a protest, just grabbed the back of her neck and ushered her lips to his cock. She did the rest from there, rather eagerly she found out. She loved the taste of herself on him mixed with his own flavor, loved the hardness of his shaft and the incredible softness of the skin. She sucked him deep and found her fingers flicking quickly over her bud.

He cupped her breasts, tugging her tender peaks. Pleasure grew inside her like a wave gaining height. Little spasms jerked throughout her body, in her hips and legs, her stomach. When the pleasure became too much she let him take over and thrust into her mouth.

His hard breathing encouraged her, let her know that he loved what she did to him...a lot. And when her pleasure came to climax, she felt his cock swell in her mouth, his hand squeeze around her breast.

 She moaned and wailed around his cock as he swelled then spurted in her mouth. They came together like that. Her body shook from the ferocity of it. Only after he pulled away did she stop rubbing as she grew too tender to be touched.

Her eyes fluttered shut then flew open when the bed dipped between her legs. He climbed up between her legs with that sinewy, predator’s grace. His tongue and lips found the center of her and played against her aching flesh. So soft, so gently he licked her, cleaned her, and tasted her.