He cupped her cheek, turning to her to look at him. His dark brown eyes stared back at her. “You saved other women. If you’d not been a wolf he’d have killed you and done it to other women.”
“I spent three days cleaning up the mess and disposing of the body. For weeks afterwards I thought all I could smell was his blood. Every second I spent with my pack I thought they knew the truth. No one said anything, and after a little time passed I went out. Don’t get me wrong. There were men who tried to give me what I wanted, but it always ended in rejection and disaster.” She wiped the tears leaking from her eyes.
“How many people did you kill?” he asked.
“I only killed one man.”
“The world is an awful place, Dawn. You’ve been unlucky to have encountered men who were bad, and didn’t know how to handle your problem. We’re not all like that.” He caressed her body, soothing her.
“That’s it. I heard about Kinkster’s after my last failed relationship, and I met you.”
“There’s only one man on your list?” he asked.
“Yes, isn’t that bad enough?” She sniffled, trying to wipe the tears away.
“It’s bad, but it’s not as bad as I thought. I don’t know how you could have thought I’d be repulsed by you.” He kept touching her. Her wolf relaxed, stretching out as if she needed to sleep.
“You don’t believe in violence.”
“I don’t believe in violence being the only answer. It doesn’t mean I’ve not struggled in my life before. Taking a life takes part of us with them, Dawn. The man you’ve taken, he’s with you no matter what kind of scum he was.”
“I want him to go away,” she said.
“I can’t make him go away.” He turned her so she was sat on the sofa. “You’ve not talked about your mother. Everything you’ve told me wouldn’t have affected your ability to feel pain. You had sex before your transition, and that made you believe you needed pain to get off. You’ve not talked about her mother or your transition.”
Her mother was always off topic as far as she was concerned. “I don’t want to talk about my mom.”
Daniel stroked a finger across her lips. He settled between her thighs, pressing his body on top of hers. Her wolf moaned within her mind, bowing down to his presence. “How does your pack feel to having me as your mate?” she asked, changing the subject.
“You finally believe we’re mates now?”
“I can’t deny it. Not many men would put up with what I’ve put you through.”
He smiled. “We’re mates, and in time you’re going to see how bonded we are.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers.
She closed her eyes, whimpering as his lips touched hers. The instant shot of pleasure thrilled her.
“Open your eyes, pet. Your Master demands it.”
Dawn did as he asked, staring into his brown eyes. “My pack wants me to be happy. Being around you, even with the blue balls you’ve given me, gives me pleasure.” He rubbed his nose against hers then caressed down to inhale the scent of her neck. “Do you feel pleasure?”
“What do you mean?” She arched up to his touch, wanting to touch him.
“Last night, did you orgasm, or was that all a lie?” he asked.
“No, I feel pleasure. Last night was not a lie. I gave you everything that I am. I don’t hide from physical feelings. I’ve tried to feel pain, searched for it, and I always come back disappointed.” She wouldn’t lie about experiencing her first true orgasm by her mate.
“So we know you can feel pleasure as much as the next person. That’s good news, baby, really good news.” He sucked on her earlobe, and she gasped as goosebumps erupted over her arms. The pleasure was sudden, shocking in the intensity. “The only problem is your inability to feel pain.”
“Does it really matter?” she asked, missing the feel of his lips on hers.
“Yes, it matters. I don’t want anyone to have you. You’re all mine, and I’m a selfish bastard when I want something.” He pushed some hair off her face. “Do you accept my claim?”
She stared into her eyes. Her wolf waited for her answer.
“Yes, I accept your claim.”
“Then you know I’m going to have to meet your father and mother. They’re going to want to know who I am.”
“Do we have to talk about this?” she asked, hating the thought of him meeting her mother.
“I’m not going to push you. We’re not leaving this house for some time. You’re going to tell me the truth whether you like it or not.”