wouldn’t last much longer. “I’m going to come inside you so fucking hard,” he snarled. “Gonna shoot so fucking deep.” Knowing her clit would still be sensitive, he found it with his fingers and pinched it just right.
Hot waves of sheer bliss fired through Mila, arching her spine. She let out a choked scream as she imploded, hips bucking, claws digging into his back.
“Fuck.” White-hot pleasure tightened his balls, shot through his cock, and whipped up his spine as Dominic came so hard, he felt it in his teeth. He buried his face in her neck as he pumped jet after jet of come deep inside her. Then it was like the strength left them both, and they slumped into the mattress.
Breathing hard and shaking with aftershocks, Mila weakly stroked his back. Damn, she hadn’t felt so utterly sated in a very long time. Although he was surprisingly heavy, she didn’t try shoving him off. She liked having his weight over her.
As the minutes went by, and they each fought to get their breathing back under control, she idly danced her fingers over his back and traced little scars she found. It was oddly relaxing and . . . wait, his cock was twitching inside her. Thickening. “God, the rumors are true about your recovery time, aren’t they?” She felt his mouth curve against her neck.
He swiveled his hips. “I really hope you took my advice and got your rest last night, Mila,” he said softly, “because you won’t get much of it tonight.”
Mila’s eyes snapped open when she heard someone creeping around her room—someone who was exceedingly good at not making a sound as they moved, but there was no way of sneaking up on a cat. She didn’t panic because, despite it being dark, she could see that the dark figure was Dominic. The digital clock on the nightstand said 3:36 a.m. Ah, it seemed that he wasn’t staying. But then, she’d known he wouldn’t.
It didn’t bother her, especially since she’d known exactly what last night was—sex at its most basic, nothing more. And there had been plenty of said basic sex. He’d made her no promises, hadn’t bullshitted her to get into bed. But since it would be fun to make him feel awkward about creeping around, she did something guaranteed to get his attention.
Dominic’s movements stilled. “Why are you humming The Pink Panther theme music?”
“Just thought you might like some appropriate background music while you sneak around my room like a thief,” she teased, her voice drowsy with sleep.
He moved to the side of her bed, fully dressed—which was a shame, because one last flash of his body would have been nice. “I have to go,” he told her. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
“I’m a light sleeper.” Closing her eyes, she snuggled deeper into the pillow. “Now you get out there and own that walk of shame. Oh, and be careful in case any hit men are hanging around.” The bed dipped, and then his hand was brushing the curls away from her face. She didn’t look at him. Just lay there as he pressed what was clearly a goodbye kiss to her forehead.
“Sleep well, Mila,” he whispered, and then he was gone. And for some inexplicable reason, she got the feeling it was highly unlikely that he’d ever seek her out again. Ignoring the way her stomach twisted at that thought, she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.
Her cat lay down, sulking. For just a little while, the feline had felt something close to peace. Now that feeling was gone.
CHAPTER NINE
Heading to his Alpha’s office, Dominic rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the tension riding him. It didn’t work. Nothing had.
Technically, he should have been relaxed, considering he’d fucked Mila into oblivion the night before. He should have been walking around with the stride of a sexually satisfied male. Instead, he was antsy. Edgy. Like he’d been trapped in a crowded elevator for hours.
He’d finally had her. Finally knew how she tasted, finally knew how it felt to be inside her. Fuck, it had been better than he’d imagined. So much better. But it hadn’t cooled his hunger for her. If anything, it had only intensified it. And his wolf wouldn’t fucking stop growling at him to track her down.
The second Dominic had thrust inside that deliciously tight pussy, triumph had filled him—not smugness but the sheer male satisfaction that came with finally having that thing you want most. Relief had also coursed through