“Just relax, sweets. I just need to rub on you a little.”

“What?” I ask, shaking my head. I’m foggy, and it feels like I’m floating, but my mind is clear. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever felt. Like pure pleasure is being rubbed across my skin. I close my eyes again and feel a moan slip past my lips when his hands touch my arms. Feeling his strong arms pull me to him, I come down from the bar stool and stand up with him.

“Come with me, sweets. I need you.”

I open my eyes as he pulls me to the back of the bar. I feel the tingle where our hands are connected, and it’s as if I’m floating behind him. If just his slight touch feels this good, I’ll do anything the man says. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Gwen smiling at me, but I don’t have the ability or the inclination to stop and explain anything to her. I’m too happy to care about anything other than Dominic.

He pulls me through a door. It closes behind us, and I see we are in a dark room. I can’t tell where we are or see much of anything. It’s pitch black and I can’t see my hand in front of my face. Suddenly, I see the silver glow of Dominic's eyes, and while I should be terrified, it calms me. I feel Dominic press me against the wall, and my arms instantly go around his neck. I don’t tell my body to do any of this, it just does it on its own.

“I’ve had enough of watching men talk to you. I have to do something to keep people away from what’s mine.”

“Am I yours?” The fog I’m in is wonderful, and it makes me want Dominic to claim me as his. I feel myself wanting to rub against him and have him rub against me. It’s like everything inside me has taken over, and any objection I’ve ever had has evaporated.

“Yes.” The word comes out rough, but it goes straight to my nipples and clit, making the most sensitive parts of my body come to life. Suddenly, I’m aching more than before, and I let out a moan.

“Fuck. Not yet, sweets. Just a taste tonight.”

“Please,” I moan, and I don’t know what I’m begging for. I don’t have any control over my body or my words.

Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against the wall, exposing my neck where my dress dips down. I don’t know why, but I feel like showing him this should make him do something. I have the sudden urge to have his mouth on me, biting me.

“No.” His teeth are clenched, and he’s fighting against my want.

He presses his big heavy body against me, and feeling his weight there calms some of my need. He moves up and down, rubbing against me, making the sweater dress material rub roughly against my nipples. They harden, and I rub back, wrapping my arms around him, trying to bring his body even closer to mine. I pull my leg up and hook it around his hip, pulling the heat of his cock against me. I’m breathing hard, and the heat of the room and our bodies rubbing together has a drop of sweat rolling down my neck.

“Just a taste,” he whispers and leans down, licking the drop up.

His tongue is hot and rough like a cat’s. The coarse texture feels so good against my sensitive skin that I moan even louder, wanting more. “More.” I don’t realize I said the word out loud until he starts to lick lower, moving down between my breasts.

He inhales deeply there, smelling my skin and licking my cleavage. “So sweet.”

Suddenly, I feel his fingers on my thighs at the hem of my dress. I push against his lower body and beg for him to raise it up. As he slowly pulls my dress up and over my ass, he pulls away and moves down my body. I can’t see anything in the room, but I don’t need to. I feel Dominic kneel in front of my pussy and push my dress up the rest of the way.

Wanting to keep rubbing against him, I run my hands through his hair, constantly petting him. Something in my lust haze tells me to do that to him, tells my body to pet him and show him I want him to keep going.

I feel his hot mouth on my panties as he leans in and presses his nose there. When he inhales, my eyes close, and my mouth falls open, moaning. Something about him taking my scent into his body turns me on even more. I know that having my scent on him and inside him makes him mine. It sounds completely crazy, but at this moment, it feels so right. Like this is the way we’re supposed to be.

When he pulls away from my heat, I start to protest, but then I feel his finger hook in my panties and pull them to the side. Before I can beg, his hot, rough tongue is on my pussy, licking in long laps, sucking up my wetness.

“Dominic,” I moan, pulling his hair, drawing him closer to me. I spread my legs wide, and he lets out a loud growl.

“Fuck, Ruby. I can taste your virginity. I don’t know how I know that, but my wolf can taste it. He knows you’re untouched.”

I start to ask how the hell he knows that, but suddenly, he’s standing up with his mouth still on my pussy. He pins me to the wall while he eats me out, growling and pounding his fist against the wall.

The fog of pleasure takes over as his mouth sucks my pussy. I grind against his face, begging for more, and he reaches up to grip my ass. I don’t know how long he eats me for; time and space do not exist outside this moment.

I’m on the edge of orgasm, but I’m terrified to go over. I feel like if I cum like this, I’ll shatter into a million pieces.

“Give me your cum, sweets. It’s all we can have right now. Please.”

I feel his sharp teeth against my clit, and the sensation sends me over the edge. He holds me tightly as I cum on him, deep and long, screaming out my orgasm. It goes on forever, and I don’t want it to end. As my body comes down from the high, having Dominic against my skin feels euphoric.