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"Come to bed, Dominic." My voice sounds sultry. Unlike anything I've ever heard coming out of my own mouth.
Now we're talking.My wolf perks up, suddenly a lot more interested in what's happening.
Don't start panting like a bitch in heat,I warn her.This could all still go south very quickly.Especially since Dominic is still staring silently at my legs, making no move to come any closer despite the invitation.
"Dom?"
His gaze jerks up to meet mine. "What did you say?"
"I, uh, asked you to come to the bed." My whole body is on fire with my mortification. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. "Never mind. I need to use the bathroom. It’s fine, just sleep in another room,” I mutter as I practically leap off the bed and sprint toward the bathroom.
Dominic catches me around the waist right before I make it inside and lock myself in there for the rest of eternity. This is seriously the most mortifying moment of my entire life. It's not like I've had a lot of dating experience, but I always assumed men were fairly easy to seduce given the right circumstances. I certainly didn't expect to be outright rejected or ignored.
“This feels like a trap,” he says, his voice grumpy.
“It’s not,” I whisper.
He plasters himself against my back, letting me feel exactly how he feels about my offer. He might not have said anything, but his dick clearly heard me. That’s nice to know. He wraps my loose, damp hair in his fist and pulls it to one side. This time when he kisses a path down my neck, I don’t so much as flinch. This feels decidedly less terrifying than it did mere hours ago.
“Don’t offer yourself to me if you don’t mean it, Tess,” Dominic warns. “You know how it is with shifters.”
“Actually, I don’t,” I correct him. I’m really glad I’m not facing him right now, a feeling that’s short lived when he yanks me around to face him, lacing his hands behind my back to hold me close.
He raises an eyebrow at me in silent question. I know he’s asking me to clarify my statement. I also know he’s not stupid—he has to know what I’m insinuating. Apparently, he’s going to make me say it anyway. While his dick twitches against my stomach, no less. This is just great.
There’s nothing to be ashamed of, I remind myself. I was a quiet teenager, and a reserved adult dealing with too much attention based solely on my scent. It’s perfectly normal that I wouldn’t have fallen into bed with anyone. Especially after the sting of Dominic’s rejection.
Let’s not think about that right now,my wolf suggests.
You’re right. We should be thinking of our own rejection right now—or have we forgotten all about that?The way everyone talks about rejecting a mate, I really thought it would have more of an effect than this. My wolf might be a little quieter about the attraction now, but she’s still here perking up at the sight of him. Freaking traitor.
I take a deep breath so I don’t fall into an argument with my wolf right now. And I look Dominic dead in the eyes to tell him, “I’m a virgin. I don’t know what sex is like with anyone, much less with a shifter.”
“You’re a virgin?” he echoes, loudly enough that I’m glad we’re not at the pack house right now or every wolf in the place would probably have heard him. “That’s… fuck. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. As if you saved yourself just for me.” He grinds a little harder against me, his head leaning down to kiss me, but I turn my head away.
“I didn’t save anything for you, asshole. I fully intended to never see you again after you rejected me.” No matter what happens between us right now, I certainly haven’t forgiven him for that initial rejection. It changed me irrevocably. The least he can do is keep sweating over it a little longer.
Dominic groans in the annoyed—not sexy—way that he has.
“I could fuck you hard enough right now that you’d probably forget all about that,” he growls. He punctuates his words by grabbing my chin and kissing me hard on the mouth before I can turn away again. For a man who seems completely in control in every other way, he seems to have pretty poor self-control when it comes to me.
As soon as he puts a little space between us again, I punch him as hard as I can in the shoulder. With my normal strength this time, not my weird out-of-nowhere shifter strength. Thank Goddess. “Don’t be an asshole about this or I might decide to take my virginity to someone else. In fact, I can think of a few of your guys here that would definitely be up for the job. What do you think?” I taunt him.
“I think if any man or wolf ever lays a finger on you again that I’ll rip them apart limb by fucking limb.” His harsh growl tells me he’s not exaggerating. This jealous streak of his could prove to be the death of us both.
“You’re insane,” I tell him. Admittedly, I feel a fondness blooming in my chest that I have no business feeling.
But this—this fucked up banter between us that’s bordering on a little mean—it feels like our own special brand of foreplay. As if we’ve really only been warming each other up for the past week instead of blatantly clashing at every turn.
He hasn’t even touched me properly, and I already feel like I’ve handed him an inseverable connection. If sex is always this confusing, I’m glad I’ve held off this long.
I lean into him a little more, testing out our physical connection. He feels so impossibly good against me. I can feel his body heat radiating off of him, warming me through his shirt that I’m wearing. It suddenly feels itchy, like I’m desperate to be out of it. I feel downright possessed, like this can’t possibly be me feeling all of these overwhelming feelings.
“What is this?” I ask in a breathy voice even though I’m the one who initiated it in the first place.
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, then presses a chaste kiss there. “A temporary truce,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“A truce,” I echo, nodding.
