<b>Chapter </b><b>71 </b>
Reba’s POV
Dominic went utterly still, his expression shifting to something dangerously calm. “You think I would abandon you? Like William did?”
I slid down the wall until I was crouching, making myself as small as possible. My voice came out as a whisper<b>, </b>“Everyone changes… when you get tired of me… I have no standing in the werewolf world.”
For several heartbeats, Dominic didn’t move. Then, slowly, he began to approach me, his movements deliberate and predatory. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an energy I could almost taste.
“Do you want to know if I’ll get tired of you?” His voice dropped to a dangerously soft level.
He began unbuttoning his shirt<b>, </b>slowly and deliberately one button at a time, his eyes never leaving my face. His chest gradually exposed as the shirt opened, muscles rippling beneath his skin.
“You are my mate,” he said, crouching down until we were at eye level, one hand braced against the wall beside me. His pupils hadpletely transformed into the wolf’s form, vertical and sharp. “You will never understand what that
means.”
He leaned forward, his nose tracing gently along my neck, inhaling my scent. I could feel him searching for his mark on my skin, that invisible imprint only werewolves could sense. His other hand lifted my chin, his thumb gently caressing my lower lip.
“There’s one way to make you forget your fear,” he said, his voice rough with desire. His lips pressed against my neck, his tongue lightly tasting my pulse point. “One way to make you understand our bond.”
He suddenly grabbed my hips, pulling me away from the wall toward him. I could feel his hardened desire pressing against my abdomen through his pants. His kissnded on my lips, his tongue forcefully parting them, exploring my mouth. One hand slid under the hem of my shirt, fingertips exploring my waistline, climbing along my ribs, finally
covering my breast.
My hands pressed against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the violent beating of his heart. When his thumb rolled over my nipple through the fabric of my bra, I gasped<b>, </b>involuntarily arching my chest forward.
He growled, his hands grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling hard, buttons bursting and scattering across the floor. Cold air touched my exposed skin, but was quickly reced by his burning body. He lowered his head, his lips close to the intact skin above my corbone, his tongue gently licking.
“You have his scent on you,” Dominic growled. “I will erase it, cover every inch of your skin with my scent.”
His fingers hooked into the straps of my bra, pulling down, leaving my upper body almostpletely exposed before him. He lowered his head, his tongue lightly licking my nipple, while one hand unbuttoned my pants, pulling <b>down </b>the zipper.
“Mine,” he whispered against my skin, his teeth gently scraping over the sensitive peak. “I want you to see what I truly am,” he said softly, allowing more wolf characteristics to emerge. His muscles became more pronounced, the lines of his back more wild. “This is a side only my mate gets to see.”
He lifted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He walked to the bed in a few steps, put me down, then pressed himself on top of me. His body was heavy and burning hot, restraining my every struggle. His hand slid into my pants, fingers exploring my most sensitive area, and when he discovered I was already ready for him, the corner of his mouth turned up in a satisfied smile.
“See, he whispered against my ear, his fingers curling inside me, finding the spot that made me arch my back. “Your body recognizes its master.”
My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white. His other hand pulled down my pants, along with my underwear, tossing them aside. I waspletely exposed before him, but his gaze made me feel strangely safe and
desired.
He rose to remove his own pants, muscles flowing smoothly beneath his movements. His desire was hard and thick, disying his want for me. When he covered my body again, the feeling of skin against skin made us both inhale. sharply.
He parted my legs, positioning himself. His eyes locked on my face, searching for any signs of difort. “Tell me you want this,” hemanded, his voice strained to the limit.
“I want you,” I breathed, my hands climbing to his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles.
He entered me slowly but firmly, filling me, making me feel every inch of him. My legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to prate deeper. He began to move, each thrust precisely finding the angle that made me moan. Each movement was not just a physical joining but a resonance on a soul level. I could feel his pleasure and satisfaction as if they were my own.
“Look at me,” he growled, one hand gripping the back of my neck. “I want you to know who’s possessing you.”
My eyes couldn’t leave his face. His expression was wild yet focused, sweat beading on his forehead, lips slightly parted to reveal sharp canines. His thrusts became more forceful, more rapid, the bed frame creaking in protest
beneath us.
His hand slid to where we were joined, his thumb applying just the right pressure, making my vision blur. My body tensed, inner walls tightly gripping him. He felt my response, increasing his speed and strength, each thrust making the headboard hit the wall.
<i>“</i>Come for me, little doe,” he whispered against my ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it. “Climax for me.”
My body obeyed hismand, pleasure coursing through me like electricity, spine arching, nails leaving red marks on his back. My cries were swallowed by his lips, his tongue mimicking the motions of his lower body.
His thrusts became irregr, muscles tense, breathing heavy. “Mine,” he growled onest time, burying himself deep inside me, releasing himself.
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We held each other tightly, breathing rapidly, skin sticky with sweat. He carefully avoided my shoulder wound, but still kept me firmly locked in his embrace, as if afraid I might disappear.
<b>63 </b>
When we finally calmed down, he rolled to his side, taking me with him, positioning my back against his chest. His arm encircled my waist, his palm t against my stomach, possessively pulling me toward him. His lips touched my uninjured shoulder, leaving a series of gentle kisses there.
“When you’re healed,” he said, in a low and satisfied voice, “you’ll be my personal assistant and report directly to
me.”
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