Page 118 of Dominion

She moaned.

“That’s it, baby, keep up that sexy moaning.” He bit her ear, teeth grazed her jaw before he returned to fuck her mouth with his tongue.

She rolled her pelvis up and down on his thigh, the stimulation against her clit driving her mad.

He lowered and curled his forearm under her ass, lifting her easily to straddle his waist. She looped her arms around his neck, lips still twisting over his in a desperate dance.

She knew it was a bad idea. She didn’t want to get into a relationship with another bad boy like Cody. But since the moment he’d first grabbed her in her bedroom closet, she’d been fighting the attraction. Maybe if she just let things ride, the tension would ease between them. It didn’t mean she had to be in a relationship with him.

Cody lifted her higher and bit her breast. She shrieked. “Shirt off, Melissa.”

Not a request. A command.

Could she handle this guy? He wasn’t all human. Maybe the wolf part would be too much.

“Now,” he gritted. “Or I’ll tear it off.”

She yanked the t-shirt off and threw it on the floor. Cody backed her against the wall and pinned her. He yanked down her bra.

“Ow,” she protested when the strap dug into her shoulder. “What the fuck, Cody?”

Cody froze, panting, his eyes glinting ice blue. After a moment, the color faded to slate. He eased his grip and she slid down the wall to her feet.

Regret washed over his features. He cupped her face and brushed her cheek with his thumb. “Fuck, Melissa. I’m sorry. You’re going to get hurt with me.”

The dire prediction echoed the conclusion she’d already drawn, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.

Her clit throbbed in rhythm with her pounding heart. The bra hung half off her, one strap still clinging to her shoulder. She hadn’t wanted him to stop.

He stroked his hand up and down the side of her neck, following it to the slope of her shoulder. “Baby… I can’t—” He blinked. “I shouldn’t…” He shook his head. “Humans are too fragile for wolves. Believe me, there’s nothing I want to do more than part those sexy thighs and fuck the ever-loving attitude out of you, but—” He leaned close and inhaled against her neck. “Your scent drives me fucking crazy and I just might lose control and bite you and neither one of us wants that.”

She worked to swallow around the knot in her throat. “Right,” she whispered hoarsely, although she wasn’t quite sure what he was saying. Obviously, mating her would be a big mistake.

Okay, fine. She agreed.

She shoved at his chest and he stepped back. “It’s late. I’m going to bed,” she mumbled.

He didn’t answer, which was probably just as well. They really didn’t have much else to say to each other, did they?

7

Cody slept in wolf form. It seemed the safest idea—less temptation to go in the bedroom and finish what he’d started with the beautiful redhead sleeping there. He woke at dawn and nosed into the bedroom.

Melissa sat up, beautiful with her long, thick waves sleep-tousled, her cheeks flushed. His wolf almost whined at the sight of her. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of him, but she climbed out of bed and came toward him. She wore one of his t-shirts, and her long, bare, shapely legs would’ve made him groan if he was in human form.

He trotted toward the bathroom intent on shifting back in there, where she wouldn’t see the gargantuan cock stand he got every time he shifted around her, but she stopped him.

“Cody?” Her voice was throaty from sleep.

He stopped and turned.

To his surprise, she buried her fingers in his fur. “May I pet you? Is this okay? I just wanted to feel…”

It took all his willpower not to shift back and tell her to touch the part of his anatomy that had been straining for her since the moment he first saw her.

She ran her hands over his body, stroking, petting.

It occurred to him that he hadn’t been petted like that in years. Perhaps ever. No, his mom had pet his fur when he was a pup. But she’d been dead since he was eight, and his stepmother and father had never been very affectionate. And while he’d had sex, he hadn’t had a girlfriend. Not someone who touched him just to feel. Not with any intent other than to stroke.