Dominic growled into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Mila. Going to fuck you so hard, it’ll be burned in your memory. I’ll always be up here,” he added, tapping her temple. “You’ll never forget the feel of me. Never.” He withdrew in one slow glide, grinding his teeth as her pussy tried sucking him back in. And then he rammed home, snarling at the sharp dig of her claws in the flesh of his back. “Fuck, yeah.”
Dominic brutally powered into her. Rough. Deep. Far more territorial than he had a right to be. “And you thought you could stop me from having this pussy.” He bit her earlobe. “I can have it any time I want. You’ll give it to me whenever I want it. Won’t you?”
“Fuck you,” hissed Mila, holding on for the ride as he slammed harder, faster. Another thing she’d heard about GQ was that he was dominantly calm in bed, always smoothly in control. Yet, here he was wildly fucking into her body like he couldn’t get deep enough. She wondered if any other female had seen him like this.
Mila sucked in a breath as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and slid that thick cock even deeper inside her. Then he was powering into her again, his pace absolutely merciless, his fingertips biting into her thighs so hard she knew they’d leave bruises.
Watching the jaunty bounce of her breasts, a sudden image of coming all over them flashed in Dominic’s mind. Fuck, he wanted that. Wanted to see his come sink into her skin. Wanted to mark her with it. Which, of course, he wouldn’t do. But now that he’d thought about it, now that the image was in his head, he couldn’t shake off the fantasy of it.
Growling, he curled over her and bit her lip. Her pussy was tightening and superheating around his cock, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “I’m going to come inside you so fucking hard,” he snarled. “Gonna shoot so fucking deep.” Knowing her clit would still be sensitive, he found it with his fingers and pinched it just right.
Hot waves of sheer bliss fired through Mila, arching her spine. She let out a choked scream as she imploded, hips bucking, claws digging into his back.
“Fuck.” White-hot pleasure tightened his balls, shot through his cock, and whipped up his spine as Dominic came so hard, he felt it in his teeth. He buried his face in her neck as he pumped jet after jet of come deep inside her. Then it was like the strength left them both, and they slumped into the mattress.
Breathing hard and shaking with aftershocks, Mila weakly stroked his back. Damn, she hadn’t felt so utterly sated in a very long time. Although he was surprisingly heavy, she didn’t try shoving him off. She liked having his weight over her.
As the minutes went by, and they each fought to get their breathing back under control, she idly danced her fingers over his back and traced little scars she found. It was oddly relaxing and . . . wait, his cock was twitching inside her. Thickening. “God, the rumors are true about your recovery time, aren’t they?” She felt his mouth curve against her neck.
He swiveled his hips. “I really hope you took my advice and got your rest last night, Mila,” he said softly, “because you won’t get much of it tonight.”
Mila’s eyes snapped open when she heard someone creeping around her room—someone who was exceedingly good at not making a sound as they moved, but there was no way of sneaking up on a cat. She didn’t panic because, despite it being dark, she could see that the dark figure was Dominic. The digital clock on the nightstand said 3:36 a.m. Ah, it seemed that he wasn’t staying. But then, she’d known he wouldn’t.
It didn’t bother her, especially since she’d known exactly what last night was—sex at its most basic, nothing more. And there had been plenty of said basic sex. He’d made her no promises, hadn’t bullshitted her to get into bed. But since it would be fun to make him feel awkward about creeping around, she did something guaranteed to get his attention.
Dominic’s movements stilled. “Why are you humming The Pink Panther theme music?”
“Just thought you might like some appropriate background music while you sneak around my room like a thief,” she teased, her voice drowsy with sleep.
He moved to the side of her bed, fully dressed—which was a shame, because one last flash of his body would have been nice. “I have to go,” he told her. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
“I’m a light sleeper.” Closing her eyes, she snuggled deeper into the pillow. “Now you get out there and own that walk of shame. Oh, and be careful in case any hit men are hanging around.” The bed dipped, and then his hand was brushing the curls away from her face. She didn’t look at him. Just lay there as he pressed what was clearly a goodbye kiss to her forehead.
“Sleep well, Mila,” he whispered, and then he was gone. And for some inexplicable reason, she got the feeling it was highly unlikely that he’d ever seek her out again. Ignoring the way her stomach twisted at that thought, she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.
Her cat lay down, sulking. For just a little while, the feline had felt something close to peace. Now that feeling was gone.
CHAPTER NINE
Heading to his Alpha’s office, Dominic rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the tension riding him. It didn’t work. Nothing had.
Technically, he should have been relaxed, considering he’d fucked Mila into oblivion the night before. He should have been walking around with the stride of a sexually satisfied male. Instead, he was antsy. Edgy. Like he’d been trapped in a crowded elevator for hours.
He’d finally had her. Finally knew how she tasted, finally knew how it felt to be inside her. Fuck, it had been better than he’d imagined. So much better. But it hadn’t cooled his hunger for her. If anything, it had only intensified it. And his wolf wouldn’t fucking stop growling at him to track her down.
The second Dominic had thrust inside that deliciously tight pussy, triumph had filled him—not smugness but the sheer male satisfaction that came with finally having that thing you want most. Relief had also coursed through him, relief at being exactly where he’d needed to be for what felt like too long.
There’d also been a greedy possessiveness. It had crawled over him, clawed at his gut, urged him to mark her—something, as a rule, he never did to a woman. And it had taken everything he had not to bite hard into Mila’s neck as he exploded inside her.
He’d never needed to fuck someone so hard before, never wanted to see his come sink into a woman’s skin, never needed to be permanently etched into a person’s memory. The problem was . . . he was pretty sure she was now etched into his.
He hadn’t had his usual ironclad control with Mila. Hadn’t even dug for it, if he was honest. No, he’d wanted to take her that roughly. Wanted it to be a night she remembered.
Another thing he never did was feel awkward if he got caught leaving in the middle of the night. She’d made light of it, hadn’t seemed to care. That should have made it easier. It hadn’t. Because, for the first time in his life, he truly had felt shamed by it. She deserved better, but he didn’t have “better” to give her, so he’d left. What he’d really wanted to do was crawl back in that bed with her.
He hadn’t originally had any intention of sticking to a one-night stand, but he wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to have a repeat of last night. Not given how many of his rules she’d tempted him to break. Not given that his wolf had become quite possessive of her. It would be bad for the beast to develop an attachment to her, considering she was immigrating to Russia and planning to mate with some bastard called Maksim.