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Chapter 22

Dominic

For a moment on the cusp of wakefulness, Dominic had a brief flare of fear that Onyx wouldn’t be in his arms anymore — that he would be gone, somewhere that Dominic would never be able to find him. But reality caught up to him, and the comfortable and familiar feeling of the younger witch in his arms soothed the fright, and it slipped into the back of his mind and away.

Dominic nuzzled into Onyx’s hair, pressing a soft kiss just behind his ear as his thumb brushed lightly over the Onyx’s nipple. It took him a moment to stir, but when he did, Onyx tensed.

“You can let go of me,” Onyx said, though his voice was subdued.

“Mmm… I don’t think I will,” Dominic murmured with a nip to Onyx’s ear.

He was not a witch who was easily driven by what he considered to be primal urges. Indulge in them, yes, but not driven by them. But his need to possess the Rayne witch was riding him hard in the wake of the previous night.

“Dominic,” Onyx complained. “Please?”

Onyx was trying to get away from him again, was trying to escape.

Dominic stilled, but it wasn’t to follow the request. “Why?” he asked, an edge of warning in the question.

Onyx swallowed hard. “You told me you’d try to listen. I came to bed. I was here. I just…”

He had said that. As much as Dominic was disgusted with himself for saying it, he had.

In the light of day, it was apparent that any indication that he was willing to let the Rayne witch have space from him was a very bad decision. “I’m listening,” he said, the note of warning still in his voice. He splayed his hand on Onyx’s chest. “And you can have some space. Later.”

Onyx sighed, closing his eyes. “I just woke up,” he mumbled.

Dominic took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of Onyx’s hair and skin. Onyx was still trying to escape him, trying to deny him what was his. And as much as he wanted the Rayne witch’s willing participation, he found that at the moment he was entirely too close to just taking what he wanted.

His fingertips flexed against Onyx’s skin. “That hasn’t stopped you before." His teeth scraped lightly against the skin of Onyx’s neck and made him shudder.

“You don’t usually give me a choice,” Onyx pointed out, squirming in Dominic’s grasp.

He could take what he wanted.

The cost would be high.

Too high? He had spent considerable time and effort on getting his beautiful tiger to trust him. Every careful word choice to promise no more than he was willing to commit to. Diligently keeping each promise to build the understanding that when Onyx could trust nothing else, he could trust Dominic to keep his word.

Dominic sucked a mark into the skin of Onyx’s neck. “What makes you think you got one now?” The question was far, far too mild for what was simmering beneath his skin.

His hand slid down Onyx’s chest in a lazy stroke against his skin, pausing briefly before continuing farther, where his hand wrapped around Onyx’s morning erection.

“I don’t,” Onyx retorted, his voice taking on an edge of its own. “I know that.”

Dominic had woken up hard, as he frequently did, especially with Onyx in his arms. And while it was something he was typically aware of, it wasn’t something that he generally felt required to do anything about. Sharing pleasure with Onyx had been a relatively new development, after all. He’d spent longer denying himself while making Onyx come.

But as he ran his thumb over the weeping tip of Onyx’s cock, he was blisteringly aware of exactly where his own cock was in relation to Onyx’s ass and just how little it would take him to start pushing into that tight hole. The need to take, to claim, was clawing at his throat and making his breath rasp as he started to stroke Onyx’s cock.

He wouldn’t have to do much to line his cock up with Onyx’s hole. A shift of his hips, a slight repositioning. He wouldn’t even have to free his hands. Onyx would fight him, of course. Dominic would be violating their agreement, and Onyx would be well within his rights to try to kill him at that point.

Given the boy’s physical prowess, he could plausibly get the upper hand before Dominic could use magic on him. At least, anything except his ability to inflict pain. That alone could probably hold Onyx off.

It was almost worth trying to see.

Would he be able to reclaim the Rayne witch’s trust again after such a violation?

Or would the act alone break through his carefully constructed foundation in Onyx’s psyche and break him in full?