Once they’d shifted back to their human forms and dressed, Dominic took Mila into the cave dwelling. She’d expected the tunnels to be dark, but the light-cream sandstone walls kept them surprisingly bright. He showed her around each of the levels, giving her a glimpse of the living area, kitchen, kids’ playroom, and the infirmary.
Mila’s cat loved it. For the feline, the cave dwelling was like the ultimate rockery.
Stopping outside a particular door, Dominic said, “This is my room.”
She followed him inside, surprised by the sheer size of it. She’d expected a standard bedroom, but it was more like a luxury hotel suite. It didn’t have the impersonal touch of a hotel, though. Not with the charming earthy color scheme, rich oak wood, and little keepsakes scattered around the place.
She skimmed her fingers along the spines of the books that were jammed into one of the small niches in the wall. “This room is awesome. I’m used to having way more living space, but this doesn’t feel . . . confining. It feels cozy.” But maybe that was because it smelled of him.
Dominic crossed to her and drew her close. “I’ve been wanting to get you alone for hours.” He took her mouth in a slow, lazy kiss. “I don’t like sharing your attention.”
She chuckled. “Brat. I heard you were very good at sharing.”
Knowing she was referring to the women in his sexual past, he said, “They weren’t you.” He raked his teeth over her lower lip. “I told you I’d never share you.”
She slanted her head to the side as he nipped and licked at her neck. “But last night, you said you were here to fulfill my every fantasy. What if I was curious about a threesome?” She wasn’t, but it was fun to tease him. Mila flinched as he bit her pulse hard.
“No other man will touch you, Mila.” He sucked her pulse into his mouth, soothing the sting.
“Who said it had to be another guy?” Mila quipped. “What if I want a threesome with another female?” She expected him to flash her an impish smirk and say he’d make it happen. Instead he gave a careless shrug, his face serious.
“You’ll just have to use your imagination.” He tossed her on the bed. “Now, let’s get those jeans off. I want a taste of what’s mine. Only mine.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Clenching her hands around the handle of the cart, Mila ground her teeth. “I’m never bringing you grocery shopping with me again.”
Dominic’s mouth twitched. “You said that last week. And the week before that.”
“Well, I mean it this time.”
“You said that too.”
She hissed. “Do you want me to bitch-slap you? Is that what this is?”
“Already told you, baby, you can slap me around while I’m fucking you. I like it rough and dirty.”
Turning away, she shook her head. “Never again are you coming with me.” Inhaling deeply, she took in the calming scents of the freshly baked bread and hot doughnuts she’d placed in her cart.
God, the guy was impossible. He insisted on saying embarrassing stuff when people were nearby, like “I’m just not into vaginal fisting” or “I already told you three times, I’m not letting you lick my asshole.”
He also threw weird shit in the cart when her back was turned. Lubricant. Antidiarrheal medications. Vaginal itch cream. Lice treatment. An Is My Girlfriend a Lesbian? self-help book. An “Anal for Beginners Pack” gag gift. Worse, he hid the damn things so that she often didn’t see them until she got to the checkout counter.
Since her pride mates ran and worked at the store—which was on the same street as the barbershop—they understood it was just Dominic messing around. But the shoppers in the line behind her often didn’t, so she was the butt of everyone’s fucking joke.
Tossing the “Anal for Beginners Pack” onto a shelf, she pointed at his crotch and said, “That monster is not going near my ass. It’ll rip me open.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
“And still, it’d be painful.”
“Now you’re being unreasonable.”
She blinked. “Unreasonable?”
“You’ll get piercings, tattoos, pluck your eyebrows, and wax not only your legs and armpits but also your pussy . . . but your argument against letting me take your ass is that ‘it’d be painful’?”
She pursed her lips. “That’s about right, yeah.” With a haughty sniff, she upped her pace as she turned into another aisle.
Coming up behind her, he rested his chin on her shoulder as he curled his arms around her waist. “Fine, I’ll behave.”
Yeah, she’d heard that before. “No, you won’t. And you can stop kissing my neck. It will not soften me up,” she lied.
“It already has.” Dominic had explored her delectable body enough times to know every little weak spot she possessed, and he had no problems exploiting them. Swirling his tongue over the hollow beneath her ear made her melt into a puddle every time. He nuzzled her with a soft groan. “I wish I could bottle up your scent. I’d spray it on my skin. My clothes. Pillow. Just about everywhere.”
She let out an amused snort. “You’re so full of it.”
“I’m serious.” He flicked her earlobe with his tongue. “My wolf wants to roll around in it.”
She snickered. “Your wolf is even more possessive than you are.”
“He was never possessive before you. Neither was I.” Dominic traced the bite on her neck with his fingertip. He often found himself doing that. The sight of it gave him a strange sort of . . . comfort. Each time the mark began to heal and fade, he bit it again. It was one of his favorite things to do.
“You still up for having dinner with my pack tomorrow?” he asked. Since he’d first taken her to his territory two weeks ago, his pack mates had hounded him to bring her for another visit.
“Sure. My cat will want another run on your land, though. Shit, I walked past the bagels.”
“I’ll get them.” Releasing her, he retrieved a pack from the shelf and placed it in the cart.
“We still having pizza tonight?”
“Sure. Who doesn’t love pizza? It’s my second favorite thing to eat in bed.”
Mila almost choked on her own saliva. “You’re such an asshole.” Especially since he’d said it loud enough for the people passing to overhear him.
He chuckled. “I bring life to grocery shopping. Admit it.”
“Life? I guess that’s one way to put it.” A man brushed past her, and Mila almost flinched at the short sharp prick in her arm. The sensation faded so fast, she wondered if she’d even felt it at all. Maybe it had been static electricity or something, she mused as she watched him walk away. He looked completely innocuous, casually strolling down the aisle with a half-full basket. Still, her hackles rose.
“You okay, baby?” asked Dominic.
She blinked up at him. “Yeah, fine.” But the words sounded . . . wrong. The voice just didn’t sound like hers. She tried again. “Fine.” It was a slur this time. Her vision swam, distorting Dominic’s form until it was like looking in a fun house mirror. The fluorescent lights seemed too bright, and the world was spinning around her. Her cat lunged hard, trying to surface. Couldn’t.