Dominating Victoria

by Kitty DuCane

  Hayden sat with his back to the wall like she did, but he had two subs deposited at his feet. They were nothing like Victoria. One was a long, tall, willowy blonde who looked like she'd walked off the runway in Paris. The other was a dark, smoldering Italian with tits the size of Manhattan.

  Maybe Hayden didn't want a short, too-thin redhead like herself.

  She wondered if they were his usual playmates whom he had all those toys for, or if they were new. They appeared familiar with each other, but she couldn't tell. Who knew how many women he had?

  She wondered if he bit them like he'd bitten her. The bite burned, a constant reminder of great sex. Thinking about him caused her womb to quicken, and a chill raced across her skin.

  Victoria watched as Hayden squeezed the blonde's tits, and her chill was replaced with the blistering heat of anger and—she frowned in surprise—hurt. A knife pain sliced through her. She was unprepared, that was all, to see him with other women. It was causing her to have conflicting emotions. She identified the emotion. Jealousy. She tasted the word on her tongue. She'd never been jealous in her life.

  Victoria swallowed hard, determined that two could play the game. Didn't she just say that they were both free?

  She pulled her attention from Hayden and surveyed the room. All around her, Doms sat with their subs at their feet, some subs sporting dog collars. And all the Doms were male. That struck her as odd. Hmm. She knew that male subs coveted female Dommes. She'd heard that male subs craved a woman spanking them, that it turned them on.

  She didn't particularly want to spank anybody tonight. She wasn't a Domme, but she did want to be fucked senseless, and if she had to spank them so they could fuck her senseless, so be it. She spotted two male subs hanging by the dance floor. That's what you did when you wanted to be a sub. You danced, and the Dom chose you.

  They were military types, with crew cuts and bulging muscles, muscles that reminded her of Hayden's. She smiled. Those two would do nicely.

  She slipped the waitress a twenty and gave her instructions. The waitress delivered her message, and Victoria watched the two make their way to her table.

  The men scooted in close on either side of her, and she allowed them to each take a breast in their hands and nuzzle her neck. Her belly revolted. I can do this.

  “So how do you want it?” she asked them, trying to keep the bile down. What was wrong with her?

  Their eyes sparkled. “We'll do anything for you.”

  “Anything?” she asked. They might have to get her a trash can.

  They both nodded. She hoped to hell they could fuck Hayden from her mind. They were built like Hayden, but they weren't as handsome as him, and they didn't smell like him. She cursed herself. Stop comparing them to Hayden. Hayden's busy, and you're horny.

  “I haven't seen you in two days.”

  Hayden. Fear skated over her. She kept her focus on her subs. Hayden would not ruin this for her.

  “I've been busy.” She glanced back at Hayden's table. “So have you.”

  “It's not what it looks like.”

  She took a swallow of her wine and leaned into one of the subs. “It never is.”

  “Listen,” said one of the subs, turning his attention to Hayden. “Do you mind? You're interrupting.”

  Hayden turned his glowing eyes on the man, and the man flinched. How did he do that? Make his eyes glow?

  “I think you'd better leave,” said the other sub.

  “Yes, Hayden, you should go back to your table, where your pets are waiting.”

  “I'm not getting into a pissing contest with you,” growled Hayden.

  “Good,” she said. “Just leave.” She gave him an icy look, then turned her attention back to her subs, her icy gaze melting into a suggestive grin.

  The sub on her left started to stand, but she put a hand on his arm. The last thing she wanted was a fight between Hayden and these two bruisers. Not that Hayden didn't deserved being taken down a notch or two, but she didn't have the stomach for that tonight. Her stomach rolled, and she had to fight the urge to throw up. Apparently she didn't have the stomach for much of anything right now.

  “If you wanted to be fucked,” Hayden said through clenched teeth, pausing to look at the two subs, “you should have come to my place.”

  “Maybe I'm like you.” She traced a finger over her lips, letting it dip into the wet warmth of her mouth as Hayden's eyes followed its path. She then traced her warm finger down one of her sub's jaw. “I wanted to taste something different.”

  * * * * *

  Rage rocketed through Hayden with blinding speed, and he fought hard to contain it. He clenched his fists, and his body hummed with violence.

  He had been surprised when her scent finally reached him through all the perfume, cigarette smoke, weed, and sweat that clogged his nose, not to mention the arousal that screamed off almost everybody in the joint.

  He smelled her jealousy, but no hint of her arousal. She was trying to piss him off, and it worked, because he was about as pissed as he'd ever been in his entire life.

  He watched her pull her bra cups down, exposing two round breasts. His hands shook when the two subs leaned in tight on her. Each slipped a nipple in his mouth.

  Hayden wondered how she could tolerate them touching her. He'd bitten her, so the mating heat had begun, and she should crave him and be repulsed by these two. And she was in danger. Without him to satisfy her, she'd become ill, less aware of the people around her.

  “You two have a choice to make. Either leave or meet me out back,” said Hayden, his voice calm, too calm.

  The two let go of her nipples.

  “Oh, for heaven's sake,” cried Victoria. “This reminds me of high school.”

  The vein at his temple pulsed rapidly. “No, sugar. It's going to be much worse than anything you ever saw in high school.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh puh-leeze.”

  The sub on her right turned to her. “You must be one great fuck if this bozo wants to fight two of us for you.”

  She stared blankly at him, thinking that she might have been insulted, but then again, maybe not.

  And calling Hayden a bozo was a dumb thing to do.

  Right now she hated all men. They were just stupid.

  Both of her subs stood and followed Hayden toward the back. As soon as her subs had stopped touching her, her belly eased. But she was still left with the sexual frustration, and it was killing her. She got up and headed for the front door, winding through the too-packed crowd. Fuck this shit. She'd get herself off.

  She didn't get far. Hayden cornered her when she cleared the door.

  “What?” Genuine shock racked Victoria's face. “You already killed them?”

  He stood inches from her, invading her personal space. Space her body wanted him to close, and space her mind wanted him to widen. She felt her body responding to his. Her body wanted his touch, and her mind wanted to kill him.

  “No. I told them you were under surveillance. It's amazing what a DEA badge can get you.”

  “Yeah, that and your warrant, and you can walk on water. You better go back inside before your subs find another Dom.”

  Yeah. Like that was ever going to happen.

  “Sugar, I'm working tonight.” His nostrils flared, and a slow, self-satisfied smirk tugged at his too-perfect lips. “And I like it when you're jealous.”

  She rolled her eyes, fighting to get her arousal under control. Being near him set her body on fire. His heated gaze traveled to her nipples, which had peaked under the sheer fabric of her blouse, and she cursed. An ache pooled in her core.

  “You need to grow up, Hayden. I'm disappointed that I'm not going to get fucked tonight by those two gorgeous subs. But since you're working here, I'm sure I can find replacements at another bar.”

  Hayden grabbed both of her arms and pulled her to him. “Don't make me mad, sugar. I don't want anyone fucking you but me.”

  He looked almost feral. “Too bad, Ha
yden. We don't always get what we want.”

  He ground his erection into her belly. “If you want to get fucked so bad, bend over.”

  “You're so crass.” She pulled against his grip, but he wasn't letting her go.

  He reached down with his warm lips and kissed her bite mark, and her legs almost collapsed. Need raced along her body, and she fought back a whimper.

  “You're mine,” he said. He finally released her, and she stumbled away.

  Damn you, Hayden.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Damn you, Hayden,” she said again under her breath. She'd been damning him for the better part of three days already. The DEA was crawling all over Julio and Manuel. She couldn't get near them at the country club, their estates, or at any of their businesses. One would think the government would have better things to do than protect a fucking cartel leader.

  It had been three days since she'd seen Hayden. Her skin crawled with need; she needed him, up close and personal. She wanted to rub her body along his, scratch the itch that consumed her. She glanced at the bite on her shoulder; it burned, but it didn't feel like it was infected. No, it was something else, something wild, and it reminded her constantly of the pleasure that Hayden provided. He could stoke her fire to a fever pitch and then put it out so well that she could at least think again.

  A tear slipped from her lashes. Victoria cursed and quickly wiped it away. Desire, need, and frustration pulled at her, taking her mind away from what she had to do.

  She climbed the building's fire escape across from Manuel's headquarters. She was dressed in an orange HVAC-repair uniform, and unfortunately, the owner was a big man. Smelly too. The first thing she was going to do when she got to the roof was to shuck these clothes.

  Her butt and calves were screaming by the time she reached the roof. She should add fire-escape climbing to her workout routine. But if she survived this mission, she'd be in jail. She doubted they'd allow fire-escape climbing in their workout schedule.

  * * * * *

  “Hayden. I've got movement on the roof across from Manuel's HQ.”

  Hayden spoke into his cell. “ID?”

  “Short, dressed in black, carrying a sniper rifle.”

  “Do you see any tits on that mark?”

  “Negative. He or she has already gone prone and set up a sniper nest.”

  “Have you got Jake with you?”

  “Affirmative.”

  “I want you locked on her to wound, and I want Jake locked on her trigger finger. If she attempts to fire before I get to her, I want you to wound her only. Do you understand?”

  Billy blew out the breath he was holding. “You want me to shoot your mate?”

  Hayden had brought in twenty pack mates to help find her and keep Manuel safe. Some were DEA, some were Special Forces, some were SEALs, and some were just badass mercs. Pack was family, and she was family, even though she didn't know it. Hell, if she'd stay in one place long enough, he might be able to tell her and even find out her damn name.

  “Affirmative. Shoot to wound only.”

  “Damn it, Hayden,” said Billy. “You're asking too much. Hang on a minute.” Billy came back online. “Jake says she's unstable.”

  Unease gripped Hayden. “Unstable how?”

  “She's sweating and shivering.”

  Hayden moaned. “Mating hormone.”

  “That would be my guess, but not for me to say.”

  “I'm ten minutes away. Keep this line open.”

  Hayden floored his truck, cursed, and prayed in the same breath. The mating hormone would drive a woman crazy with need, a need that only her mate could ease. Hayden swerved around a garbage truck and ran a Honda off the road. Too fucking bad. Didn't they comprehend flashing blue lights? Get the fuck out of the way.

  “Hayden.”

  Fear raged through Hayden. “Go ahead.”

  “We've got confirmation that Manuel's headed to his elevator. He should be out on the street in two minutes.”

  “What's she doing?”

  “Sweating and shaking.”

  The thought of a bullet searing her flesh burned his gut. Was he making the right choice? Should he order the maiming of his mate? He hadn't seen her shoot a sniper rifle, but if her fighting skills were any indication, Manuel didn't stand a chance against her.

  “In sixty seconds, take the shot.”

  There was a pause. “You got any body part you want me to aim for?”

  “Arm. Shoulder.”

  “Not possible. Potential through and through. Pick a lower body part. Butt, thigh, calf, ankle, or foot.”

  “Go for the big muscle. And you'd better be the best you've ever been.”

  He heard Billy swallow hard. “No problem, even though there are other things I want to do to a woman's ass than shoot it.”

  Hayden growled.

  “Easy, Hayden,” Billy purred. “I wasn't thinking about your woman's ass, just women's asses in general.”

  Hayden thought about her fine ass. It was his.

  “Hayden. She's hurling.”

  “Don't shoot. Get Jake over there ASAP and take the weapon away, nothing else. And be careful. She's lethal.”

  Hayden heard mumbling on the cell. “Jake asked if you knew he was a werewolf.”

  “Tell Jake not to hurt her while she's kicking his ass, or he'll have to answer to me.”

  Hayden swerved around a minivan and floored it again. Why were there so many people on the road today? His heart was beating so fast that he heard the blood rushing in his ears. If she took the shot, he could lose her. He'd have to arrest her, and if he didn't personally do it, another officer would. Fear gnawed his gut.

  He finally reached the building, slammed on the brakes, and threw the truck into park in a no-parking zone.

  He ran into the lobby and waited for the elevator. The doors sprang open, and he pounded the top-floor button. Sweat ran down his back. He grew impatient. Why was everything so fucking slow today? The elevator door opened on the top floor, and he sprinted to the stairway. He took the stairs two at a time and finally pushed open the roof door that was left ajar by his men.

  Jake stood with his back to him as Billy and his mate sparred. Hayden stopped beside Jake. Jake turned his head to acknowledge him.

  “What happened to you?” asked Hayden, noting the blood trickling from Jake's nose.

  “She wouldn't give me her damn rifle.”

  “I told you to be careful.”

  Jake frowned. “My hands were kind of tied, since I couldn't lay a finger on her.”

  Hayden crossed his arms and watched his mate. Billy was trying to soothe her with words, and she was trying to kill him. She landed a kick in his ribs, and he grunted.

  “Come on, lady. Hayden wants me to get your rifle. That's all I need.”

  “Hayden can kiss my ass.”

  “I'm sure that's what he has in mind.”

  Billy lunged for the rifle, and she rewarded him with a hard kick to his jaw.

  “Aren't you going to rescue Billy?” asked Jake.

  Hayden grinned. “No. I like to watch her move. She's good.”

  “Yeah, she is, but Billy's got one hand tied behind his back, and the other hand is for his protection only.”

  Hayden grinned. Yeah, it was unfair to Billy, and he was an ass for figuratively impairing Billy.

  His woman held up a finger at Billy. “Time out. I need to throw up, and if you try anything while I'm puking, I'm really going to kick your ass. Do you understand?”

  Billy only nodded and stood back like a good little boy.

  Hayden watched her puke and decided that she had suffered enough. He walked up to her, and when she raised her head, she was staring straight at him.

  “I guess you think you can take my rifle too?”

  “No, sugar, you can keep your rifle, but what you need is a good fucking.”

  She cut her eyes at him. “Excuse me?”

  “Is your skin crawling with the need to
be with me? To rub against me? To feel my cock inside you?”

  She glanced behind Hayden and noticed that thankfully, the two other men were still standing near the door. “No.”

  “Well, I need you, even if you don't need me.”

  Her gaze flew to his engorged cock straining against his jeans.

  “Come home with me,” he said. His voice washed over her like silk.

  The request was simple but unexpected. She was confused, her mind in a turmoil, along with her stomach.

  “What's happening to me?”

  “I'll explain when we get home.”

  “Now,” she said.

  “I'm not explaining this on a damn rooftop. Come home with me. We'll take a shower. I promise. You'll feel better.”

  She said nothing, but stared at him as if he'd lost his mind.

  “You can leave in the morning. You know I always let you leave.”

  That was true, but it was getting harder and harder to walk out his door each time. Something pulled at her, ripping her insides apart. Victoria gasped, fighting for breath. She couldn't fight him, and she needed him. She would have to trust that he would keep his word. So far, he'd always been true to his word.

  * * * * *

  Victoria found herself with her hands shackled above her head and her feet barely touching the floor. The water sluicing over her body was too much on her sensitized skin, like a thousand pinpricks of torture. Hayden went to his knees before her and draped both her legs over his arms, spreading her wide. Being totally supported by his brute strength drove her crazy. She cried out when his tongue lashed her clit.

  “Oh God, yes!”

  He alternated between rolling her clit with his tongue and sucking it hard. His tongue plunged into her wet pussy, causing her hips to buck, sending her into a frenzy of need. She watched his head bob between her legs, his tongue flick like fire over her swollen nub. His finger slipped around to her ass and pressed. Hot sensations flooded her when he eased into her forbidden channel. His finger plunged in and out as his tongue did the same to her pussy. But she needed more. She needed his warm, thick cock buried inside her, stretching her.