Page 110 of Dominion

He caught one of her wrists and spun her toward the kitchen counter, placing her hand, along with its mate, on the edge of the countertop. “Spread your legs, baby,” he murmured in her ear.

Shockingly, she obeyed.

He brought his hand down hard on one jean-clad cheek.

She gasped, but didn’t break position.

He smacked the other side, just as hard. “You know what that’s for, princess,” he growled. With far less force, he brought his palm up to spank her pussy.

“Oh!”

He shoved his hips up against hers, reaching around and rubbing the seam of her jeans against her clit. “Thank you for cleaning my house,” he murmured against her ear, then nipped it with his teeth. “That was nice of you. I’m sorry it was a mess.”

He didn’t often apologize, and it wasn’t easy, especially not with her. Fortunately, she didn’t get high and mighty on him. Of course, she may not have even heard, because his finger kept working the seam of her jeans right up against her clit and she squirmed against him, her breath coming in quick sharp pants.

“I found out why you smell so good for a human.” He licked along the shell of her ear. “You have some wolf blood in you.”

“Does that turn you on?” The husky purr of her voice nearly made his cock turn bionic as it tried to punch right through his jeans to nail that sweet little ass she kept grinding against him.

His vision domed but he drew deep breaths to keep the beast at bay. “How long do you think it would take me to make you orgasm right here, with those jeans still on your hot little body?”

She trembled beneath him, grinding her pussy on his fingers. When she didn’t answer, he gave her mons another slap. “Hmm?”

“I don’t know,” she moaned. She sounded close. Very close.

He slid his hand up under her shirt and kneaded her breast. “Thirty seconds? More?”

She reached back and grasped his neck, digging her nails into his skin. The she-wolf move made him roar as once more the beast surged to the surface, so ready to mark her.

He rubbed his knuckle over her clit, slapped her pussy hard and fast.

She squealed, yanking on his neck, hanging from it as her legs gave way.

With another firm grind of her jeans into her clit, he growled, “Come for me, baby.”

She snapped. Her hips bucked wildly and he had to hang on tight to keep the pressure where it counted. Her head thrown back on his shoulder, she scratched at the back of his neck, cried out over and over again while her entire body shuddered with release.

His own body trembled, the effort of holding back his desire so great. He whirled her around, pinned her back against the cabinets. His eyes had changed color, he knew by the way she stared up at them, fear and fascination warring in her expression.

“You… shouldn’t do that,” she said breathlessly. Even though she was right, it offended him. He wanted her sighing his name, falling against him with blissful gratitude.

But of course that wouldn’t happen. Not with Melissa and the lofty standards he’d never meet. With great willpower he pushed away from her and stepped back.

He grabbed the plate of steaks and stalked out to the backyard to throw them on the grill.

Like the lasttime Cody had brought her to climax and then abruptly left her, she felt unmoored. Her body missed his heat, his masculine scent, his growly voice hot in her ear. Her clit throbbed, raw after his torture.

He’d seemed offended as he stalked away.

What was he trying to prove? That he could control her as easily with sex as he could with the threat of punishment? Or could he just not help himself?

She secretly hoped it was the latter.

She’d seen the blatant hunger on his face when he first came in and saw her getup. His hands had closed into fists and he’d stayed glued to the door, as if he feared getting too close to her.

She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the fixings for salad, automatically getting to work as her mind turned over her six foot four inches of solid trouble.

Maybe this was the wolf form of courtship—hot sexual encounters littered with threats of far worse. And she’d rejected it with her warning after she climaxed. Which was probably why he’d stalked away, that tic in his jaw showing she’d succeeded once more in irritating him.