by Riley, Alexa
“I own the bakery, so go ahead and go.”
“I’m well aware, and I’m not going anywhere.”
At the sound of Dominic’s voice, my body goes soft. It’s like his presence melts everything away, and I’m just a puddle of need. What is going on with me? Every time I’ve thought about him today, I’ve gotten these crazy hot flashes and an ache between my legs. I swear to God, it’s like I’ve been close to cumming all day.
I turn on my bar stool, and when I do he moves as well so my legs are between his, and we are facing one another. He leans in close and squeezes his legs so they’re pushing mine together. I feel some of the ache between my legs lessen. It helps my need slow down, but it also makes it deeper, as if my desire is growing stronger.
This is the first time he’s touched me, and I feel his heat work its way up my legs, into my stomach and to my chest. My whole body is warming from his touch, and I close my eyes, thinking maybe I’ve been drugged.
“Just relax, sweets. I just need to rub on you a little.”
“What?” I ask, shaking my head. I’m foggy, and it feels like I’m floating, but my mind is clear. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever felt. Like pure pleasure is being rubbed across my skin. I close my eyes again and feel a moan slip past my lips when his hands touch my arms. Feeling his strong arms pull me to him, I come down from the bar stool and stand up with him.
“Come with me, sweets. I need you.”
I open my eyes as he pulls me to the back of the bar. I feel the tingle where our hands are connected, and it’s as if I’m floating behind him. If just his slight touch feels this good, I’ll do anything the man says. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Gwen smiling at me, but I don’t have the ability or the inclination to stop and explain anything to her. I’m too happy to care about anything other than Dominic.
He pulls me through a door. It closes behind us, and I see we are in a dark room. I can’t tell where we are or see much of anything. It’s pitch black and I can’t see my hand in front of my face. Suddenly, I see the silver glow of Dominic's eyes, and while I should be terrified, it calms me. I feel Dominic press me against the wall, and my arms instantly go around his neck. I don’t tell my body to do any of this, it just does it on its own.
“I’ve had enough of watching men talk to you. I have to do something to keep people away from what’s mine.”
“Am I yours?” The fog I’m in is wonderful, and it makes me want Dominic to claim me as his. I feel myself wanting to rub against him and have him rub against me. It’s like everything inside me has taken over, and any objection I’ve ever had has evaporated.
“Yes.” The word comes out rough, but it goes straight to my nipples and clit, making the most sensitive parts of my body come to life. Suddenly, I’m aching more than before, and I let out a moan.
“Fuck. Not yet, sweets. Just a taste tonight.”
“Please,” I moan, and I don’t know what I’m begging for. I don’t have any control over my body or my words.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against the wall, exposing my neck where my dress dips down. I don’t know why, but I feel like showing him this should make him do something. I have the sudden urge to have his mouth on me, biting me.
“No.” His teeth are clenched, and he’s fighting against my want.
He presses his big heavy body against me, and feeling his weight there calms some of my need. He moves up and down, rubbing against me, making the sweater dress material rub roughly against my nipples. They harden, and I rub back, wrapping my arms around him, trying to bring his body even closer to mine. I pull my leg up and hook it around his hip, pulling the heat of his cock against me. I’m breathing hard, and the heat of the room and our bodies rubbing together has a drop of sweat rolling down my neck.
“Just a taste,” he whispers and leans down, licking the drop up.
His tongue is hot and rough like a cat’s. The coarse texture feels so good against my sensitive skin that I moan even louder, wanting more. “More.” I don’t realize I said the word out loud until he starts to lick lower, moving down between my breasts.
He inhales deeply there, smelling my skin and licking my cleavage. “So sweet.”
Suddenly, I feel his fingers on my thighs at the hem of my dress. I push against his lower body and beg for him to raise it up. As he slowly pulls my dress up and over my ass, he pulls away and moves down my body. I can’t see anything in the room, but I don’t need to. I feel Dominic kneel in front of my pussy and push my dress up the rest of the way.
Wanting to keep rubbing against him, I run my hands through his hair, constantly petting him. Something in my lust haze tells me to do that to him, tells my body to pet him and show him I want him to keep going.
I feel his hot mouth on my panties as he leans in and presses his nose there. When he inhales, my eyes close, and my mouth falls open, moaning. Something about him taking my scent into his body turns me on even more. I know that having my scent on him and inside him makes him mine. It sounds completely crazy, but at this moment, it feels so right. Like this is the way we’re supposed to be.
When he pulls away from my heat, I start to protest, but then I feel his finger hook in my panties and pull them to the side. Before I can beg, his hot, rough tongue is on my pussy, licking in long laps, sucking up my wetness.
“Dominic,” I moan, pulling his hair, drawing him closer to me. I spread my legs wide, and he lets out a loud growl.
“Fuck, Ruby. I can taste your virginity. I don’t know how I know that, but my wolf can taste it. He knows you’re untouched.”
I start to ask how the hell he knows that, but suddenly, he’s standing up with his mouth still on my pussy. He pins me to the wall while he eats me out, growling and pounding his fist against the wall.
The fog of pleasure takes over as his mouth sucks my pussy. I grind against his face, begging for more, and he reaches up to grip my ass. I don’t know how long he eats me for; time and space do not exist outside this moment.
I’m on the edge of orgasm, but I’m terrified to go over. I feel like if I cum like this, I’ll shatter into a million pieces.
“Give me your cum, sweets. It’s all we can have right now. Please.”
I feel his sharp teeth against my clit, and the sensation sends me over the edge. He holds me tightly as I cum on him, deep and long, screaming out my orgasm. It goes on forever, and I don’t want it to end. As my body comes down from the high, having Dominic against my skin feels euphoric.
Slowly, he slides me down his hard muscled body, helping steady my legs when I can hardly stand. I still can’t see anything other than his glowing eyes in the dark, but I feel so safe and protected.
His hard cock presses against me, and I move my hand to touch it. Just before I make contact, he grabs my wrist.
“Tomorrow, sweet.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just keep quiet. Feeling completely exhausted, I lean against Dominic.
“Let’s get you home.”
I nod against him, and I feel his strong arms pick me up and carry me. I’m so overwhelmed by sensations and sleep that I don’t protest.
When I feel cool sheets against my skin, I barely open my eyes, seeing Dominic above me. His eyes are still glowing, but I find comfort in them. My mate.
As I drift off to sleep, I wonder where the hell that thought came from.
Chapter 6
Dominic
I stare down at her limp body sprawled out in her bed. It took everything in me to unwrap my mate from me. She clung to me, even in her sleep. Human mates aren’t uncommon, but they also aren’t the norm. The only one in our town had been my great-aunt. I didn’t realize how much her body would start to crave mine without me having even touched her yet.
I thought if I put a little distance between us she’d be okay. But I knew when I sat down next to her at the bar tonight that her body came alive just being next to mine. My wolf rolled over on its back for her when he realized it to
o. He probably would’ve given her his throat if he thought it’d please her.
She looks so beautiful with her red hair spread out against her white sheets, her dress riding up around her hips, revealing her wet panties and the small patch of red hair over her pussy, something I couldn’t see in the dark room at the back of the bar.
I can’t bring myself to regret that my first time eating her sweet pussy was in the back of a bar. No, not with the taste of her still coating my throat. I’d lost it for a minute, something I’ve grown accustomed to since she walked into my life. I sat in the bar and watched a few men go up to her, and though they quickly walked away once they found out who she was, it still didn’t help cool my temper. They should’ve been able to tell she was mine from twenty feet away. If only I had scented her.
There was no stopping me after seeing that. She wasn’t going anywhere ever again without the smell of me all over her. I can’t wait until I get to sink my teeth into her tomorrow night, binding her to me forever, our scents becoming one. For the rest of our lives, we would always smell like one another. But just for tonight, I had to rub myself against her, leaving something of myself on her skin.
When I got her to the back room and smelt how thick her desire for me was, I had to taste it. Before I knew what I was doing, I had my face pressed against her cunt, breathing her scent deep into my lungs. Every part of me wanted her.
I wanted to walk out of the bar, letting everyone know how much my mate desired me. That I brought that out in her, and no one else ever would. It was all mine.
Reaching down and undoing my belt, I pull my always-hard cock out and stroke it while I stare down at her. I know I won’t be able to come no matter how long I do this, but I don’t give a fuck. I want my wolf to see what he’s been begging me to claim these past few weeks. How close we are to finally getting to sink inside her.
I couldn’t believe when I buried my face between her thighs, my wolf growled, “Virgin”. I never dreamed of her being untouched. I hadn’t cared before. All that mattered to me was being her last. She is a twenty-four-year-old human female. Virginity is usually something long gone for them by that point. It’s not like our kind wants to wait for our mates; we don’t have a choice. But when my wolf told me she was untouched, I wanted to howl. We’d both be each other’s first and last. Everything to one another.
I don’t know how long I stand there, staring down at her, but when I see the first ray of sunshine through the window, I know I need to go. She wakes early to open the bakery, and it being Halloween, I’m sure she’ll be busy until all the tourists head home for the holiday.
She doesn’t need to wake with me standing over her like a dog in heat. Her mind will probably be playing tricks on her as it is given how we both reacted to each other last night. I know my wolf had to be showing through, but I'm not sure how much she could see in the dark room of the bar.
I’ll wait until I can actually mate her before letting the dog out of the bag. With the full moon high in the sky tonight, I’ll have nature on my side, making her attraction to me even stronger.
I put my cock back into my pants, buckle my belt, and flip off the lamp next to her bed. I could have easily watched her with the lights off through the night with my wolf-sight, but I didn’t want to miss a single detail.
I lean in close, and her head falls to the side, exposing her neck. Even in her sleep she’s submitting to me. I can’t help but lick her there, scenting her one last time. But her skin is calling to me, and I suck on her there, knowing I’m leaving a mark for everyone to see. A taste of what is to come.
Pulling back, I whisper in her ear, “This is the last time you’ll ever wake alone, my sweet mate.”
With all the strength I have, I pull myself from her home, locking the bakery door behind me and heading for the alpha’s house. It’s going to be a long fucking day.
When I get to Stone’s place, I let myself in and head right for his couch. But as I walk to it, a burning need starts to rise inside me. I barely hit the soft cushions before I'm back on my feet, pacing back and forth. A strong and potent feeling crawls up my spine. I should be dead on my feet from lack of sleep, but suddenly, I’m wide awake.
I want to talk to the alpha about keeping an eye on things tonight with the moon being out. Male shifters get a little on edge with other unmated males around. After that I was going to head home and get things ready for when Ruby sees her new home. I can’t wait to show her where we’ll raise our pups.
But right now I feel like I’m choking. I can’t breathe, and suddenly my wolf is growling, “Need her now”. My jaw clenches, and I feel my teeth start to lengthen. Maybe I went too long without touching her. Maybe the little taste I got last night only added fuel to the fire—the fire that’s now raging inside of me—now that I’m so far away from her. I need to get back to her. Now.
I feel fur start to coat my face. My wolf is winning the battle, and I suddenly don't care if he does. My baser instincts are kicking in and taking control.
I bolt for the door, but before I can reach it I’m flung back. I hit the wall, and it knocks the air out of my lungs. Pieces of Sheetrock hit the wooden floor beside me, but I’m not fazed.
“Mine,” I growl, getting up, my eyes locking on Stone. He’s blocking the front door, standing between me and what’s mine. I bare my teeth in rage.
“Get it under control,” Stone growls back at me, but my wolf is so far gone it doesn’t recognize the alpha command.
“You keep me from my mate?” My voice is so deep I’m not sure my words can be understood. What the fuck is there to understand right now? I want my mate, and everyone needs to get the fuck out of my way.
“I would never keep you from your mate, but you’re losing your skin, and I can’t let you out of here until you’re under control. A human could see you.”
“Then the answer is yes, you’re keeping me from my mate.” The last word leaves my mouth as I lunge from my crouching position on the floor. I feel my nose elongate, fur bursts through my skin, and I half-shift as I try to attack the alpha.
Hitting Stone with my own body is like hitting a fucking brick wall. We both fall to the ground, making the old farmhouse rattle. I move quickly, going for his neck, my wolf wanting the blood of anything keeping his mate from him. We need her more than we need anything else. We feel like we can’t breathe without her now.
Stone has me by the back of my neck, his fist full of my hair as he yanks me away before I can sink my teeth into him.
“Goddamn it, Dom, I’m not keeping you from your mate!” he snarls at me. “Don’t do this. You’re in mate withdrawal, and we could end up killing each other.” Stone’s own wolf starts to push to the surface, his eyes melting into full black.
I snarl at his words.
“Dom, you’ll upset Ruby if you show up tonight looking like you’ve been in a bar brawl,” a woman’s voice says from behind me, making me loosen my grip on Stone. Hearing the words ‘upset Ruby’ makes something in me stop.
I glance to the side, seeing Gwen approach me. Her hand is extended like she plans to use it to comfort me.
“I’m not yours to touch,” I snap at her, not even feeling guilty. The thought of her hand on me makes my stomach cramp. My need for Ruby is hitting me harder and harder, making me throw my head back and howl. My wolf can take no more, and I start to shift.
Suddenly, I feel a sharp sting in my back. I look over my shoulder, seeing a syringe sticking out of me. Gwen jumps back, leaving the needle stuck in place. My body goes lax, black spots dot the room, and a vision of Ruby’s face comes into view. I want to reach up and touch her, but I can’t move my arms to pull her to me.
“You can’t keep me from her.” I force the words past my lips.
“Get the chains,” is the alpha’s only response.
Chapter 7
Ruby
I look out the front window of the bakery, the once kid-filled streets are now empty as I flip the sign on the door to s
ignal that we’re closed. Disappointment and agitation roll through me; I haven't seen Dominic all day.
I was sad when I woke up this morning and didn't find him in bed with me. I’d thought maybe I’d had too much to drink last night and just had had one of my very detailed dreams about him again.
That was until I looked in the mirror when I was getting ready for work and saw the hickey on clear display for all the world to see. With my fair complexion I knew no amount of makeup was going to cover up that mark. For some reason the thought of covering it up didn’t sit well with me. I found myself touching the mark all day. Each time I did, a ping of desire would shoot through my body.
Now I’m just pissed. He’s been standing outside my bakery every day for three weeks, and the day after he face plants into my crotch he disappears?
What’s worse is my body doesn’t care at the moment. If he walked in the door right now, I’d probably climb him like a tree and beg him to do it again, not caring that he slipped out on me in the middle of the night and avoided me all day.
I had no idea it could be like that. He made me feel like I was the best thing he’d ever touched. That he was starved for me. That he’d never get enough of me, but clearly he did.
Sighing, I make my way back behind the counter and start closing down the displays while Gwen handles the kitchen, trying to play catch up after she was late this morning.
A few minutes later she comes strolling in from the kitchen with a basket full of Halloween cookies in hand.
“I don’t think we’re getting any more kids,” I say, nodding to the front window. Main Street has cleared out. The kids did a walk in while wearing their costumes earlier today. I’d heard someone say the kids were going to the neighboring town to trick or treat this year because of the full moon, which didn't make any sense to me, but that seemed to happen to me a lot around here. I didn’t think I’d have to deal with a language barrier moving from Northern California to Colorado, but it seems I do.