Dominated(22)

He nudged her hip and yanked the sheet away, fully exposing the rest of her body. It wasn’t much, but she shied away, covering herself by turning into his body. “I’m not sure when I’ll get used to being naked with you staring at me like that. It’s disconcerting.”

“You’ll get over it in a hurry. I like my women naked.” He stood and raised his eyebrows at her, tugging on her arm.

“Is that so? How many women would that be now?”

He pulled her into his embrace, aligning her smooth naked skin with his rough hard body and loving the way they meshed together. “One, baby. Just one.” He kissed her soundly, unsure if he would ever get enough of her sweet lips.

When he leaned back, he swatted her on the ass, making her gasp. “Let’s go.”

The look on her face was priceless, eyes bugging out, mouth hanging open. “Did you just spank me?”

He smirked at her and sniffed the air dramatically.

She backed up a step, disengaging from her his gentle clutch. “Don’t you dare tell me I liked it, buddy. That’s ridiculous. You are so not scenting my arousal. Nobody wants to be spanked. I’m a grown woman.” Her words were clipped, but her hands shook and she squeezed her legs together. It did nothing to mask her arousal.

He stalked toward her where she’d backed into the edge of the bed. A grin spread across his lips. “I do believe my little mate has a penchant for both bondage and spanking.” Shit. He hadn’t missed how her body had reacted to him holding her hands above her head while he pressed into her pussy. Without pausing, he lowered his mouth to her open lips and kissed the sense out of her before she could comment.

When he was sure he had sufficiently scrambled her brain, he leaned back. “Let’s go before I’m tempted to pull you over my knee right now. The thought is making my cock hard. And I don’t want to take you again so soon.”

She stood stunned, swaying slightly against the bed as he picked up their clothes and headed toward the door.

“Aren’t we going to get dressed?” she asked, dodging toward him and grasping for her skirt and shirt.

“Nope. We don’t need to. We’re going to sneak downstairs and leave the clothes by the back door to put on when we get back. No one is home remember?” He turned and left the room, giving her the opportunity to follow on her own. God, he was going to enjoy this mate of his. He could already tell she would enjoy submitting to him and that thought was going to keep him rock hard for weeks on end.

Why did his arousal spike so high every time he surprised her with another act of dominance? The look on her face as was priceless. If he could just keep her guessing for the next eighty years, they’d have more fun than he could’ve ever asked for.



Damn him. Without saying a single word, he’d somehow managed to get her to comply with his wishes.

If anyone had suggested yesterday that she’d follow a man down the stairs and through the house buck naked after he’d swatted her ass, she’d have laughed them out of the room. And yet . . .

Her brain told her his demanding ways were over the top and she should put an end to them. Her heart told her he was the sexiest man alive and every time he opened his mouth or even looked at her, she melted.

Her entire body shook with nervous energy. Even though he’d already claimed her, she was leery of his lifestyle as it leaked out in bits and pieces. He’d taken such great care with her as he took her virginity, but she had a feeling he was about to get controlling. Could she let this man dominate her? How embarrassing. And even more nerve-racking—she found herself enjoying it. She was loathe to admit that fact.

When she reached the back door, she was breathing heavily, glancing from side to side to ensure they were indeed alone. She hoped he would hurry the process up. She wouldn’t relax until they were shifted.

Of course wolves sometimes saw each other naked. It was the way of their species. However, Kathleen wasn’t in the habit of stripping in front of people, even to shift, with the exception of her sisters and her mom. Even her father was discreet when the family ran together.

Gabe stuffed their clothes in a bin next to the back door and opened the screen to the bright afternoon sun. He picked up a bulging pouch on his way out. “Ready?”

On the porch he shifted in seconds, his glorious wolf form emerging as she watched. He was a beautiful shade of blonds and light browns. And he was enormous compared to her own wolf size. He grabbed the bag he’d set on the porch with his teeth and nodded toward her.

She stepped outside, let the door shut behind her and joined him in wolf form. She wished she could just gaze at his glorious thick fur, but she wasn’t going to stand on the back porch naked to do so. Later.