Chapter Eleven
DOMONIC
“What are you doing?” She asks me, her voice strained.
Trying to figure out how I’m going to touch you without losing control.
It’s as if I’m in some sort of trance while we’re sat there, her hair falling around her shoulders to the floor. Some of it over her breasts, some of it over my knees. Goddamn it, she is fire.
I trace the outside of her face with my thumb, stroking her skin back and forth and trying to pull my eyes away from the valley of flesh exposed by her tank top. But it’s harder than I thought it would be.
Everything is harder. Everything.
She simply stares up at me, her lips parted and wet, and her legs cris–crossed in front of her. I clamp my eyes shut for a moment and lean forward. I don’t open them again until I’ve released her chin to place my fingers on her mostly bare shoulders instead.
Her head is directly in front of my crotch now. Damn.
“Let me know if I hurt you,” I say, my voice coming out strangled and deep. I begin to work her muscles in her shoulders and the fall of her eyelids to crescents of feathered lashes is enough to tell me she’s enjoying my touch.
Her skin is softer than velvet.
She closes her eyes and moans as my hands knead and pinch and pull with ease. The sound is not one I will ever forget. I want to pull her up in front of me and do her entire back. I am dying to strip off her top and latch on to one of her heavy round breasts, but of course, I don’t. Instead, my fingers find themselves delving lower and lower over her chest, until they are cresting along the tops of her honey- colored mounds.
Fuck. She is so soft.
The plump fullness of her breast is begging me to slip my hand all the way in an hold the heavy weight of them against my palm.
“That feels so good,” she whimpers causing me to clench my teeth.
Hell yes, it does.
My hands start trembling, and I have to fight for control. Blood pounds between my legs turning my dick into a throbbing lead weight, and we were only five minutes in. She sighs and leans her head back so that I could roll my thumbs beneath her skull, and I find myself stroking the skin beneath the straps of her bra. It would be so easy just to slide deeper and cup her in my hands. I’m dying to wrap my fist in her hair and drag her up onto my lap.
I should. I really should. She’s mine. Why can’t
That’s it. I can’t do this. I have to stop.
I was about to, my hands stopped moving, and she opened her eyes. But instead of sitting back and away from her, what I say is, “Get up here.”
And God fucking damn
Cass into my groin with the movement and a sound that is half moan half growl, rumbles deep within my
She slides upward, pushing her
chest and I roll my hips against her. My hands drop from her shoulders to stroke the outsides of her thighs, massaging and kneading as
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she pushes back against my chest. I pull her hips in closer so that she could feel my dick straining against my pants and I slide one hand over the front of her top to hold her throat, the other gliding up to capture one full breast.
God, I want her so bad. I need to have her. At least one time.
Sweet Jesus. Her nippples are poking straight through the fabrics of their coverings and I brush my hand back and forth over the tops of them. A singe of fire pumps through my cock and
I groan.
“You’re fucking perfect,” hiss, tasting her shoulder and causing her to moan. My tongue swirls over her flesh and she heats against my tongue. I close my arms more tightly around her, shivering at the feel of her body in my grip. Pulling her in tighter and she rolls her hips back against my erection and I almost bite her it is that good.
“Mmm,” I murmur, all pleasure, no protest. With my mouth traipsing sa close to her neck, I can feel my fangs tingling, begging to be revealed and sink deep within her flesh. Squeezing her breast, I tip her head back and groan.
Somebody has to stop me.
She freezes.Wait. What are we doing?” She moans and the sound is fucking beautiful.
“Kissing,” I say, trying to turn her face toward mine and get a taste of her lips.
She jumps up and my body instantly missed her closeness. It’s painful. My skin is fucking throbbing with remorse.
Panting in front of me like a wanton goddess, she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
“You don’t like me,” she snipes, stepping away from the couch. “You already told me so.”
No, I didn’t!
“What? 1-”
“In the car. On our way into town.” She crosses her arms over her bountiful chest and snaps, “You said it yourself. Liking someone and wanting to fuck someone are two different things.”
Shit. I did say that.
“Wait a minute Draven, I-”
“No. Get out.”
“Fuck,” I say, dropping my face in my hands. What I wouldn’t give to wind this shit back a little.
Really, it is for the best. Whether I want her or not, I will still need her to leave when the time comes. But…
“Fine,” I say standing as best I can with a raging hard on in my pants. “But cancel your date tomorrow night.”
She laughs. “No. Why the hell would I?”
I grit my teeth, wanting to scream at her. Wanting to scoop her back into my arms and lock her in my room, in my house. But if I do that, I will probably want to keep her and if I keep her I might no strike that I can’t keep her. I can’t. She’s already had two monsters in her life, I doubt she’d go for another one. Especially one with secrets like mine.
Especially because I am an actual beast.
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“You won’t have a good time,” I say simply. My mind thinking on Paul and how it will difficult to even look at him should he taste her lips
before I do.
And I will taste them. I will.
“Says you,” she scoffs, grabbing her shopping bags and heading toward the stairs. “I’m not canceling.”
I bite down. “If you don’t, then you’ll regret it.”
She smiles. Actually smiles at me. “I doubt it.” Reaching inside her bag, she whips out a sexy lace negligee and says, “What do you think?
Too much for a first date?”
The image of her modeling that scrap of lace for anyone who isn’t me, burns into my mind. “You wouldn’t dare,” I growl.
I’ll kill them! I’ll kill them both if she wears that for hiim.
And somehow, that thought is what sobers me.
I would do it. That’s how jealous I am feeling.
“You’re right,” she laughs. “I wouldn’t. Not on the first date. Maybe on the second.”
My muscles tense. The need to caution her as vital as drawing breath. Draven, I’m warning you.”
“You’re warning me?” She laughs. “Okay Mister Mayor.” She winks at me walking toward the door and opening it. “Thanks for the ride. And the massage. Maybe I’ll see you at the bar later.”
“I’ll drive you to work.”
She chuckles, and God if it isn’t the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “No. I’m walking.”
I saunter toward her, sizing her up and getting a good look at the lingerie in her hands. Bright red lace that, without a doubt, was going to set off her eyes. Leaning in close, I say, “Don’t forget, I’m picking you up after work and if you wear that tonight, you better leave the shades open.”
Because I am the only one who is going to see you in it.
Her eye lids lower, lashes fluttering. “Maybe. If you’re lucky. Now get out.”
I did, and she wasted no time slamming the door behind me.
Fucking Paul.
I want to rip him to shreds, but I know I can’t. First, it’s not his fault he wants her. She’s fucken sexy.
Second, if I give her anymore undue attention, everyone’s going to know who she is to me, and I need her out of here before the next full moon. Because if she stays any longer than that… she’ll find out everything.
And… I might never let her leave.
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