Page 171 of Dominion
“I’m not asking the council to get involved. I’m putting the council on notice. I will not hesitate to put that alpha down if he comes near her again.”
Jenson is silent for a long moment, then he blows out his breath. “Noted.”
“That’s it,” I say and end the call.
Due process doesn’t exist in the shifter world. Generally problems are solved by physical aggression. But seventy years ago, when the human population began to grow and spread and bleed into shifter territories, the council was formed. It’s less about governing our own than it is about keeping shifters out of trouble with humans. I’m the guy who puts down shifters who go feral. Or who murder or take advantage of humans. I might not have owed the council an explanation for defending my mate, but putting them on notice in advance may help with any fallout.
Still, I hope it doesn’t come to that. I don’t want Jayden and Angie to have to live with the male who killed their father. That doesn’t sit well with me.
But neither does having that man looming over Colleen and the pups as a constant fear. The sooner this gets solved, the better.
Colleen
The pups are exhausted by the time I get them to bed. The amusement park and a steak dinner at Outback wore them out.
Mark caught me before I followed them up the stairs to the guest room. He wrapped a fist in my hair and tugged my head backward. “I’m going to need you in my bed tonight, babygirl—don’t even think of refusing me,” he growled, turning my insides to molten lava. Then he trailed his tongue over my pulse. “After the pups are asleep. In my room. Understand?” He slid his fingers between my legs and pushed the seam of my jeans against my clit.
“Y-yes,” I answered.
Now, as I push the door to his bedroom open without knocking, my heart pounds against my chest.
Mark’s demand sounded lustful, not angry. His brand of dominance never scares me. Never offends me. It just makes my nipples hard and my panties damp.
So even though I know walking into his bedroom at night is a bad idea considering every time I get near him I risk being marked—I do it anyway.
“Clothes off.” Mark speaks from the doorway to the bathroom. He’s taken another shower. Either he has obsessive compulsive tendencies toward cleanliness, or he really is using cold showers to tamp down his lust. I prefer to believe it’s the latter although I don’t mind the clean part. The scent of soap that mingles with his deliciously male aroma.
I unbutton the new skinny jeans he bought me and shimmy out of them. I’m wearing a pair of red satin panties and a matching bra—also his purchase—and when he sees me in them, his eyes turn silver.
“What color is your wolf?” I ask.
“Black. Yours?”
“Tan.”
He stalks closer. “I haven’t seen your wolf eyes yet.”
No. I still don’t know if I can shift. I haven’t shifted in years. Another byproduct of being mated to Dirk. It’s the reason my healing fled. But maybe now… maybe my true fated mate has already healed me.
I stand in my new bra and panties, my knees trembling for him.
He shakes his head and spins me to face the bed, pushing my torso down. “I didn’t say you could leave the panties on tonight.” His hand crashes down on my ass, sharp and punitive.
A little sound of protest leaves my lips, but Mark has forgotten to be careful with me. His wolf is going feral, and it's running the show. His dominance doesn’t produce even an ounce of fear in me, though. It feels natural. His wolf comes to the surface because he wants me so badly, not because he needs to hurt me. I somehow know if I protested, he’d pull back immediately.
He slaps me again on the other cheek, even harder. “Did I, babygirl?”
“No, Daddy.” The moniker just rolls off my tongue, but it feels right. I like calling MarkDaddy. I like the idea of Mark being my daddy. Protective. Caring. Dirty and demanding when it comes to sex. Fates, it’s only been twenty-four hours, but this male has already wormed his way into my very guarded heart. And it’s not just the pheromones talking.
Mark growls his approval, yanking my panties down my legs. “Aw, damn, babygirl. You’re going to get yourself fucked so hard you won’t be able to walk straight.” He peppers my ass with hard spanks, and each one lights another match of lust within me, the flames threatening to engulf me. My vision sharpens and domes, and I know my eyes have changed color, too.
My she-wolf is back.
She wants to be claimed.
“Pantiesoff,” Mark chokes, frustration and lust thickening his voice.
I scramble to get my panties from my thighs to my ankles, and the moment I do, he kicks my feet wider.