Chapter Forty–Four
DRAVEN
“What’s wrong?” Quinn asks when I march toward the bar and pour myself a tall glass of whiskey.
What’s wrong? What’s WRONG???
Domonic is what’s wrong. I practically threw myself at him upstairs and he treated me like some bothersome child. I mean sure, yeah, he said all the right things. But where I come from actions speak louder than words. And his actions say he doesn’t want me touching him.
“Nothing,” I snap, taking a long gulp of the burning amber liquid in the glass. Coming up coughing, I nearly retch all over the plush white rug beneath my feet.
“Obviously,” Quinn laughs. Shaking his head, he pulls the tumbler out of my hands. “This isn’t going to fix it, you know.”
I scoff, “There’s only one thing that will fix it – and he’s not putting out
Koda giggles from the kitchen doorway and I can’t help but smile. Quinn lets loose with a high pitch whistle and shakes his head at me, tumbling back on the sofa. He’s already showered and dressed in dry clothes. So what the hell is taking Domonic so long?
Gazing longingly at the stairs, I say, “He’s been in there for forty–five unholy minutes – doing God knows what – all alone in the shower. Meanwhile, I’m down here in my chastity pants, with the
of his puppies. I groan, dropping down on the couch angrily.
“Hey!” Quinn snaps. “I’m all wolf lady. There’s not a damn thing ‘puppy‘ about me.” He grins, sending a wink my way. “As you should already know. You’ve seen me naked,” he reminds me, referring to his graceful fall in the bathroom.
I laugh, feeling the burn of the whiskey tickle my cheeks. My head swims and I lick my lips. “Oh yeah. That’s right.” I smirk. “I have a question for you though.” He nods, swallowing down the rest of my whiskey. I can’t believe I’m about to ask this. When in doubt – blame it
on the liquor. “Which one is bigger? The wolf’s the man’s?”
“No way,” Koda hisses, crumbling into fits of laughter.
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Whiskey showers me in the face as Quinn sputters in shock. “No. No you did not.”
I cock my eyebrows. “I did. I diiiiiddd. And… I seriously want to know.”
Koda is gasping for air and Quinn’s face is stoplight red. “Oh hell no,” Quinn snickers. “I can’t answer that.” Then, as if he can’t help but chime in with the hysterics, he says, “You’ll just have to see for yourself on the night of the full moon.”
Koda howls, chuckling so hard he’s gripping the counter top to keep from falling down.
“You know he’s gonna kill you, right?” Koda gasps.
Quinn nods, “Yup.” His body is shaking with laughte
fucken dead.”
as the three of us begin cracking up. Then between gasps of air, Quinn adds, “I’m so
For some reason,
his statement makes everything that much funnier and I drop to the floor hooting with cackles of joy. “My stomach,” I complain, still laughing. “It hurts! Quick, more whiskey!”
“Jesus Christ,” a cold, menacing voice fills the room “What the fuck are the three of you doing?”
I sit up on my knees and bite the inside of my cheek. Slapping Quinn’s leg to get his attention, I whisper, “Quiet. The Priest is among us.”
“The Priest, Quinn hiccups, still giggling. “Oh no, no, no. Please stop.”
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But I can’t, I stand up, doing my best to hide my smile. Lowering my head as I approach Domonic, I say, “My apologies Father Domonic,
cleansed?”
are you
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A hiss of giggling slithers out of my two warbling companions, but I notice Koda has placed his back to us and Quinn’s head has fallen into his lap. My cheeks are burning from trying to keep a straight face
“What?” He glares at me, his eyes shooting from Quinn to Koda then back again. He sneers at me, his eyes slanting. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I snicker, biting my lip as I notice for the first time that
place comes a raging pool of liquid heat, straight into monic isn’t wearing a shirt. The laughter in me dies immediately and in its
my panties. Holy moly he is hot. As my eyes travel downward, toward the front of his drawstring pants, my mouth waters. I remember too well what treasures lie beneath.
Maybe I should stop teasing him and start tasting him instead.
I wonder how far he would go to stop me if I didn’t let him. If I touched him the way I did this morning.
“What were the three of you talking about,” Domonic hisses, stepping away from me and into the kitchen to retrieve his food.
“Animal anatomy,” I quip before I can stop myself.
The three men in the room freeze and I swear I see true fear in Quinn’s gaze as he shakes his head at me. His eyes are begging me to stop as his chest quakes with silent laughter.
Domonic’s back muscles tense and I trace each and every line with my eyes. Why doesn’t he want me? Because I want him so badly that I’m practically dripping with need.
Just then, Koda’s phone flashes on the counter. After checking it, his eyes meet mine and then without another word he heads out the front door.
Weird.
“Where the hell is he going?” Quinn questions, standing up to meet the menacing gray storm brewing in Domonic’s gaze.
Domonic steps toward the sofa, plate in hand. Taking slow bites of his food. Every slice into his chicken is carefully controlled. His angry silver gaze goes straight for me. “Go upstairs.”
The way he says it – in a voice laced with cruel demand – puts my natural born bitch on high alert. Readying her and preparing her for battle. “Excuse me?” I snipe, all amusement gone from my tone.
He sizes me up in a slow perusal that is anything but friendly. “You heard me. Get your ass upstairs.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss. “No.”
Quinn’s eyes bulge, his lips going tight. “That’s all right, I’m just going to go and-”
“No,” Domonic says “You are not. I want to know what the fuck was so goddamn funny when I first entered this room and you’re the one who’s going to tell me.”
“Fuck,” Quinn sighs, his eyes falling shut.
“The fuck if he is,” I snark, sitting my ass down on the sofa and crossing my legs. “Since you want to know so damn bad – I’ll be the one to tell you.”
“Please don’t,” Quinn breathes out.
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“Okay then, you tell me,” Domonic says softly, his eyes glowing with barely contained fury. “Tell me all about the night of the full moon. The wolf and the man and the bigger and the better. Tell me.”
My face heats and I bite back a grin. This stupid bastard heard us. He heard the whole damn thing.
Suddenly I’m angry and the whiskey is roiling in my gut. “Fuck off,” I seethe, standing up. “I’m going to bed. By myself,” I grind out between clenched teeth. “Do not even think about joining me,” I snap, climbing the stairs two at a time with the speed of an Olympic
athlete.
Asshole. I hate him.
I make it two steps inside and swing the door closed with all the force can muster, but it doesn’t slam shut.
“What the fuck?” I say and attempt to turn around. But before I can make it, Domonic’s smooth bare arms clamp around me from behind. His muscles lock me in as he lifts me further into the room.
Soft hot lips find the shell of my ear and he whispers, “You think I don’t want you? We’re back to that again, are we?” He pushes his hips forward, grinding his erection into the back of my ass and I groan. “Really?” He chuckles. “You called me a Priest. A puppy.”
“Let me go, whimper, my body trembling with need. “I don’t want you touching me right now.” Lies. Ha!
He releases me and I fall forward onto the bed. Edging backward, I turn around to stare at hig
in anger, but what I feel when I see him – is anything but. The dark tattoos of Domonic’s chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. The deep dimpled smile he’s giving me is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door and dim the lights.
Biting his lip, he stalks toward me slowly, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there. “Are you sure you don’t want me to touch you?” He whispers, untying the knot and slipping his hand inside to grab his dick. “Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. And not just today. Not just yesterday or the day before. But every single day from the moment you stepped inside our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room.” He chuckles. “How dare you think I don’t want you.”
My eyes feel heavy and my pussy clenches. Wetting my lips, I pull up on all fours, my gaze going straight for the slightly parted opening at the front of his pants. They drop ever so slightly, teasing me with a flash of rock hard flesh. I moan, I can’t help it. I want to taste him so badly I can almost feel him on my tongue stretching past my lips.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “You don’t have any idea,” he whispers, his biceps flexing as he steps to the foot of the bed. “I’ve been living in a state of constant pain. Every time I look at you, I want to bury myself inside your heat.”
I gasp, finally shaking the last of my anger. Domonic’s forearms are flexing, all of his muscles winding tight. Silver fire sparks from his eyes. He shakes his head as if trying to shred his thoughts, his brows furrowing in frustration.
“Please,” I whisper, my mouth falling open with want. “Can I kiss you?”
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He nods, his jaw clenching as I crawl toward him on the bed. But it’s my turn to drive him crazy. I want him to lose control. Want him to snap. He says he’s been in pain? So have I! He’s the one who’s been denying us!
Him not me!
I’m going to make this so painful he won’t be able to push me away ever again.
I stop six inches from his dick and raise up off my hands so that I am kneeling in front of him. My lips are in line with his beautifully sculpted abs, but instead of leaning forward to lick them the way I want to, I run my hands up over my breasts and begin to unbutton my shirt. The muscles of his jaw tick with each button’s release. One by one, I undo them all. Leaving the shirt on, but open. Just enough to cover each of my nipples.
He hisses, “Baby.” He reaches forward, but I shake my head no.
“Take off your pants.”
