30. Bexley

30

BEXLEY

“Mine,” Dom growled when I allowed him to part my lips.

“Mine,” I whispered as my body caved to him.

I didn’t care what I smelled like. I didn’t care what I looked like. If this was my life now, then I accepted. I didn’t care if I never went back. I didn’t care if I ever saw that CIA black site again. As far as I was concerned, this was my home. Those shifters I had found while I was on the run? They were my family. And as far as I was concerned, I didn’t need anything else except what I already stumbled upon.

Especially when Dom gripped my ass cheeks and hoisted me against his body.

“Come with me,” he growled.

He tossed me over his shoulder, and I squealed with delight. He smacked my ass, and a moan dripped from my lips as he carried me up the stairs. His hands roamed the backs of my thighs. I reached my lips out and kissed his lower back since, you know, my fucking face was right there anyway.

He snarled as he slammed me down onto his bed like a goddamn heavyweight wrestling champion.

Then, he grabbed my ankles and slid me toward the edge of the bed.

“Mine,” he growled.

I giggled as he damn near ripped my pants off my body. When he pressed his face between my thighs, however, I gasped. I shoved his head. I did my best to back away. Jesus Christ, I was sweaty. I stunk. I hadn’t showered yet. And Dom wanted to put his face right fucking there?

“No,” he growled, wrapping his hands beneath my thighs, “don’t you dare back away.”

“Dom,” I whimpered as his nose nuzzled my small patch of hair, “I haven’t showered yet.”

As if his next move was his answer, I felt his tongue flatten against my slit. My jaw unhinged as his tongue forced its way between my lower lips, and the second he found my clit, I couldn’t contain myself. He slurped me down as I grabbed his hair. His tongue flicked my swollen nub and made me jolt. Juices poured down my ass crack as he growled against my most sensitive areas.

And as my back arched, I felt him shoving me toward my precipice.

“Yes, yes, yes. Dom. Oh, fuck. Please. Holy shit. Holy shit. Dom. Domin—Oh!”

My orgasm crashed over me whether I wanted it to or not. My smell permeated the room as Dom devoured me, drinking down every ounce of arousal I had for him. My back arched off the bed. He pressed his hands against my hips and shoved me down to the mattress. He devoured me, licking me clean before he stalked up my body, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along the way.

I stared up at the tilting ceiling as he pressed his lips softly against mine.

God, I loved the taste of myself on him.

“Now, stay there like a good girl and wait for me, yes?” he asked.

I felt the bed move with his motions, but all I could do was give him a thumbs up. Was I supposed to have the option of moving? Because I didn’t.

Then, all of a sudden, something dark came down around my eyes.

“Dom?” I asked as my body tensed.

“Relax,” he said, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear, “it’s just a blindfold.”

“W-w—why do I need a blindfold?”

He paused. “Have you never used one?”

I shook my head softly. “No.”

He groaned to himself as he wrapped the blindfold around my head. “All right, there are three words for you to remember.”

I paused. “Okay?”

I heard him get back off the bed. “The first one is green. Green means go.”

My brow furrowed in confusion as I heard chains rattling. “What’s that, Dom?”

“Yellow means hold on.”

“Yellow,” I said immediately.

His hand traced down my bare leg. “What is it?”

“Why do I hear chains?” I asked.

Then, he grabbed my ankle and locked something around it. “Because of these.”

I swallowed hard. “What’s the last color?”

“Red.”

“Meaning stop, I’m assuming.”

He grabbed my other ankle and pressed the cool metal of the shackle to my skin. At least, I thought it was a shackle. I most certainly heard its chains. I felt the cold harshness against my other ankle.

I needed to be scared.

So, why wasn’t I?

“Color,” he said.

I debated on where things were headed before I answered. “Green.”

“Good girl,” he praised as he locked the shackle around my ankle.

By the time he was done, both my ankles and my wrists were out of play. My body, spread eagle on his bed, stared into the darkness of the blindfold as I heard him walking around me.

Stalking around me.

As if he were surveying me.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, picking up my shirt.

Then, I heard the familiar sounds of scissors.

“Dom?” I asked.

“Hold very, very still, sweet girl,” he warned.

I held my breath as the cool metal slid against my skin. My stomach jumped with its touch as he cut and peeled the fabric off my body. I panted for air as the scissors touched my skin. Cool to the touch. A stark contrast to Dom’s body heat as he hovered over me, no doubt watching my body unwrap itself like a Christmas gift.

“Breathtaking,” he whispered as he dipped his lips down and captured my pert nipple in between his teeth.

“Dom,” I whimpered as I rolled my hips.

He paused the scissors. “Almost there, beautiful. Hold still.”

And with one last chomp of the sharp metal, the rest of my clothes fell away.

Exposing my utter, dirty nakedness to Dom.

“Sweet holy fuck,” he growled.

I heard the scissors fall to the floor before he latched onto my other nipple. I tugged at the restraints, bucking my hips ravenously as my body begged for more. He lapped my breasts and sucked patches of their skin between his teeth. I groaned and whimpered as goosebumps fled across my skin. His fingertips teased me. His body called to me. And as I tried to get loose from the shackles, his chuckle vibrated through my ribcage.

“Struggling won’t help you, sweet girl,” he warned as he whispered his words along the shell of my ear.

I sighed, leaning my head closer to his lips. His hot breath shot electricity through my veins. His lips kissed my ear, and a soft moan escaped from my mouth. My nipples stiffened to aching peaks. Arousal pooled between my legs. With my thighs peeled open, I even smelled myself as it permeated the air around us.

I couldn’t contain myself a second longer. “Dom, please.”

“Goddamn it,” he growled as he crawled to the end of the bed and released my ankles, “I’m gonna have to have more self-control next time.”

I sighed with relief the moment he freed my ankles, but before I got my bearings, I felt his intrusion at my entrance. He tossed my legs over his shoulders and grabbed my hips, lining himself up with my entrance.

And as my back arched, he slammed his thick dick into my body.

Pulling unearthly sounds from my throat.

“Oh, my fucking God,” I groaned.

The sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the air as Dom turned feral. “That’s it, little one. Take this dick.”

“Dom, yes. Please. Oh, fuck.”

“You like that? Feeling my dick?”

“Yes, please. I need more.”

He fucked me so hard that his headboard beat against the wall. “You like it when I tie you down?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You like it when I cut you out of those pathetic scraps of clothing?”

His cock grew against my walls and my jaw unhinged. “Oh, fuuuuuuck.”

His hand immediately wrapped around my throat. “You better answer my questions, little fucktoy.”

My walls fluttered at his disgusting words.

“Oh, you like that?” he asked as he folded me in half. “You like being my little cum dumpster?”

“Oh, shit,” I hissed as my face contorted in ecstasy.

He leaned his lips down to my ear and wrapped his hand around my throat. “You like it when I eat out your dirty pussy, don’t you?”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“You like it when I steal little touches and whispers, don’t you?”

“Dom!” I cried out as my back arched.

He continued his relentless assault, snapping his hips to mine. “Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna come,” I groaned.

“Say it again,” he growled against my ear.

“I wanna come so bad, please,” I whimpered.

He licked his tongue up the pulse point along my neck before bringing his lips back to my ear. “Then be a good little whore for me and milk my cock.”

The headboard bashed holes into the walls. The bed bounced against the floor with Dom’s movements. I locked my feet behind his head as his dick stuffed me full, and the sounds of my wetness alone spurred me on. My tits bounced for his viewing pleasure. My thighs quivered as his dick throbbed. His hips stuttered as his dirty, nasty words became nothing but broken growls and grunts.

God, he felt amazing. Warm. Overwhelming. Comfortable.

Like home.

Is this what having a mate felt like?

Home?

Is this how I all felt to them?

Is this what they’d all feel to me?

Because if it was, I’d never leave.

No matter what happened.

“Dom!” I cried out as my body fell over the edge.

“God fucking damn it, Bexley,” he growled as he stuffed my pussy full one last time.

We unraveled together as my wrists tugged at my restraints. Dom collapsed against me and reached out, just barely flicking his fingers. My wrists fell free and I immediately wrapped them around Dom. My legs fell from his shoulders as he fell against me, blanketing my body away from the world with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I allowed his dick to continue to fill me as our bodies trembled with the aftershocks of our orgasms.

Then, his lips kissed the crook of my neck. “Let me get you some water.”

I strengthened my grip around him. “Please, just a few more seconds.”

He chuckled as he kissed my forehead. “I’m coming right back. I just?—”

I held him tighter. “Please.”

He sank back against me and covered me with him. “Anything you need.”

Despite the fact that I was in utter darkness the entire time, I closed my eyes. I felt him sink against me, his cock still pressed against my walls. I kept myself wrapped around him. He nuzzled deeper into the crook of my neck before drawing in my scent deeply through his nose.

“You guys really like how I smell, don’t you?” I asked.

His growl was low. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Then I heard a sound. I froze beneath Dom as he picked up his head, and I knew by the look on his face that the cracking of twigs in the distance wasn’t good.

I shoved him off me and tore toward the first window as I scooped another shirt off the floor. I pulled it over my head and I gazed out into the darkness toward the woods.

“You look good in my clothes,” Dom said with a chuckle.

I held up my finger to him as I studied the movement in the shadows. “They’ve lined the woods. We’re surrounded.”

Dom wrapped his hand around my finger and tugged my attention toward him. “I know, Ronyn just told me.”

I looked up into his face. “Groupthink?”

“You know about groupthink?”

I slid my hand into his as I turned my attention back outside. “I know a lot, it used to be my job.”

I heard the grin in his voice. “You just get more and more impressive, don’t you?”

I could have sworn I saw a beady pair of eyes looking back at me from the woods. “Why aren’t they charging?”

Dom switched to another window. “Over here. Quickly.”

And when I rushed over to the other window in Dom’s room, I saw the troops gathering. I watched as Ronyn came out of his house, slamming his door and damn near taking it off its hinges. I held my breath as I watched him walk into the middle of the teams he trained. My heart leapt into my throat as he stood there, tall and proud, towering over every other shifter in the packs.

But, when Voss came out of his house, I turned to find myself some pants.

Dom tossed me a fresh pair of gray sweatpants.

“Really?” I asked as I climbed into them. “In the middle of summer?”

“What can I say?” he shrugged as he pulled a shirt over his head. “You look good in them.”

I rolled my eyes as I dressed myself. Then, I rushed by Dom and took his hand.

“Come on, we need to hurry. We’ve got a meeting to catch.”