Take Me (27 page)

She shook her head slowly. “This is just about sex, isn’t it? Well, if you’re so pent up for it then you can go see your
bruid.
I’m leaving.”

She slammed out of the car and he followed her, hot on her heels, anger surging. He caught her elbow and spun her around.

“Is she inside?” she said.

“Julianna? No, she went out.”

“Well, I suggest you go find her, because I’m through with you. You’ll have to get your rocks off with her.” She snapped her arm out of his grasp and stalked away in angry steps, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

That’s it. He’d had enough. He was through her attitude. An intense panic had swelled inside him and was about to burst. She’d leave him and he’d never truly know her. Pure male, animal instincts took over.

Stalking after her, Dom halted in front of her, grabbed her hair in a fist and crushed her body against his.

“You’re not leaving me. And if you leave today it’s because I let you go. Now I’m going to finally do what I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you, sweets.” Her eyes flashed and inside he danced a small victory. “That’s right, baby. I’m going to finally make you mine in the only way a man can really know a woman. Are you ready for that?” He brought her closer so she could feel the rigid line of his arousal.

“You need to stop this right now and let me go,” she said calmly, too calmly for his enraged mind. How could she be calm at a time like this? When the whole world felt like it was spinning out of control?

“Listen to me now,” he said and watched a sliver of panic flare in her eyes. “I’m going to give you two choices. One, you follow me to my bedroom and we do this the nice way, or two...” he dipped his head low so their lips almost kissed. “I’m going to take you here in full view of my front yard where I’ll make you moan and scream so loud, sweets that everyone is going to hear it. Now choose.”

“If you do this, so help me, I’ll never forgive you.” Her voice shook with raw emotion.

Dom lips split into a slow grin. “No, you won’t. You love me just as much as I love you.”

Felicity stood frozen before him, then she moved and the action was so unexpected she took him off guard. Or, at least that’s what he told himself when her knee jerked up and landed between his legs. She sprinted for the house and he happened to have a feeling she wouldn’t be running for his bedroom.

The little minx was probably headed for his mother the only soul who might be able to stop him from taking her.

Dominic hissed out a slow, painful breath and then he took off after his woman ready to claim what was his.

Chapter 17

She didn’t make it far. Not by a long shot.

“You made the wrong choice, Felicity.”

Strong hands surrounded her, crushed their bodies together. There was no mistaking the hard prod against her lower back.

Felicity gasped, struggling to control the fire burning inside her. She wanted him so badly. How is it she could love and hate the same person so much?

“We can’t.” The aching words were torn from her throat.

His hands swept up to cup her breasts—his touch possessive as he molded the flesh. She shivered, her knees nearly giving out on her. She might have fallen if he didn’t keep hold of her.

“Yes we can, and we are. I’m not waiting any longer.” He’d finally decided. This was really going to happen and nothing she could do would stop it. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to stop it. A big part of her wanted this. To know him before she left him for good, because she couldn’t forgive him for doing this.

He released her and reason came flooding back. No, they couldn’t do this. So many lives would be destroyed including her own. She shoved him knocking him off balance with the action. She didn’t hesitate but sprinted down the hall away from him. She had to get out of here. She had to get away from him. If she could only get away then everything would be fine. She would be safe from him. 

She slowed as she rounded through the kitchen, her stupid heels slipping on the marble tiles. She didn’t have time to damn her poor choice in shoes because a hard, heavy body slammed into hers.

Rough hands caught hers and planted them above her head on the garage door. She was breathless and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Her eyes squeezed shut—this was so wrong yet she craved his touch with every fiber of her being.

“I’m done waiting. We end this torture now,” he said, a growl.

A shiver swept down her spine at his words, at the promise in them. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her body burned; she was ready for him.

She gave into him then—into his addicting caresses. It was so much easier than fighting it. She shouldn’t do it, but she’d never wanted anything more in her life.

“Dom...” she murmured, and with that one word gave him all the permission he needed. One word, a name that had been haunting her for what felt like an eternity. The name she hated as much as she loved.

Her skirt slid to her ankles with a touch. She held on to the door as cool air touched her bare bottom. Her underwear hid nothing from his gaze. She could feel it burning into her skin like beams of light. Those addicting hands caressed her bottom, squeezed.

“You have the greatest ass, sweets.” He groaned deep in his throat as he tucked his fingers inside her panties and sent the material fluttering down around her ankles.

A heavy pulse beat between her legs and an equal weight beat in her heart—for him. No matter how wrong this was, she wanted this. She wanted her Dominic Blackmoore.

He swept her hair over one shoulder, baring her neck to him. A wicked thrill shot up her spine and she arched her neck for him—a small taunt, beckoning him, daring him to take from her. He growled again, louder, and she heard the hiss of his zipper so loud in the quiet house. 

“Don’t tempt me, Felicity. Not now. My control is at an end and I will take your vein,” he threatened, his voice as deep as a pit.

Her body relaxed, a smile crossing her mouth as her eyes fluttered shut. “If we’re going to do this then do it all the way, Dom.”

Another groan, this one deeper and impatient. She wondered what he thought of her words. Would he do it? Would he take from her?

He cupped her hips and arched her backside towards him. His hard cock dipped over her drenched folds eliciting a moan from her dry lips. This was it. This was the moment she’d craved from the very first day she met him. She’d finally have him; finally know what it felt like to have him moving inside her.

Their ragged breaths created music in the air. He found her entrance and slowly pushed his way inside. He spread her, the pressure so intense it bordered on pain. He glided inside her using her slippery arousal from her own traitorous body. Pushing centimeter by centimeter, savoring this first slide. Her muscles spread around his length, his hard shaft filling her with a conquering, unrelenting pressure.

A shocked cry tore from her throat, one mixed with pain and pleasure. Her forehead fell into the door as her body adjusted around his thickness.

He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses over her neck while he held himself still inside her. And his hands, those cursed, wonderful hands, entwined with hers on the door, securing her place in his arms, trapping her. Caging her so she couldn’t run.

Then he started moving. Gentle, but unforgiving in hard strokes that dragged through her tight muscles and awakened erotic pleasure she’d never experienced before.

“Dom,” she breathed.

They breathed hard together, both caught in the web of pleasure. His thrusts grew faster in a rhythm designed to pleasure her, and it did, effortlessly. Her toes curled into her shoes as she arched back that little inch further so his heavy sac slapped against her wet flesh.

A strangle cry escaped her lips. It was perfect, so perfect. She couldn’t keep her mouth closed as she sucked in sawing breaths through her mouth. He didn’t relent but tightened his grip on her hands and pounded into her harder, faster until their skin slapped together and their groans filled the air.

Each stroke went down to her soul. Her heart had never beat so fast, and when her body couldn’t burn any hotter, couldn’t handle any more of the hard glide quickening inside her, it locked tight around his cock. The rush of pleasure exploded inside her.

Vision fled, thoughts fled. She was suspended in a moment of time with him as he plummeted into her again and again as her body lovingly encased him, milking him.

He cursed in a ragged voice. “Felicity, fuck. I can’t,” he landed deep then grinded his hips against her, “I can’t stop.”

Before she knew what he meant, he broke the skin of her neck with his fangs. She jerked at the surprised action, but then she felt the deep pulls at her neck as he drank from her. Her fading pleasure spiked once more and her body bowed into his until they were in perfect sync: him commanding her body and her taking it.

They were sharing the most intimate exchange they could. The only thing more sacred would be for her to take his blood too. It was beautiful and the most erotic thing she’d ever felt.

Wet warmth bloomed at her neck and shot down to her nipples, her belly, and her clitoris like little fingers tugging at her. The pleasure became intense all at once, at each of his pulls as if he could steadily wring another orgasm from only his lips at her neck.

The pleasure became too intense for him. His hold tightened almost painfully, his rock hard cock seemed to grow harder, longer. He hammered into her faster, harder until the sounds of pounding flesh and ragged breathing echoed around them. Growling deep, he wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her to him.

She shouldn’t like it. It was all so very wrong. But she never wanted him to stop.

Then his warm mouth locked tight to the wound on her neck and he planted his cock deep. Hot seed spurted in wet splashes inside her. He let out his release on a husky growl that reverberated down to her core. His fangs dislodged and he licked at the wound to seal it in lazy, wet strokes.

They caught their breaths as the aftermath started to creep in. Her mind still hadn’t returned to normal. She knew she should be running right now but she wanted this so badly—these few moments of them together, closer than they’d ever been. Her heart galloped reminding her of how deep she had it for this man.

“So beautiful,” he said. “So perfect.”

One of his hands slipped up to caress her collarbone. His touch was gentle, lingering. He reached down and cupped one breast then the other before flattening his hand on her stomach and trailing it down until his fingers curled around his shaft still planted deep and firm inside her. His fingers caressed her wet swollen flesh, dipping and sliding along her lips and bud.

The sound of the front door opening and slamming closed was like a bucket of ice water thrown on her face.

In a flash, Felicity righted her clothes but she couldn’t quite keep the tears of hurt from coming to her eyes.

“How could you?”

It took even less time than she would have expected to see regret flash across his face. That alone felt like a blow to the gut. Stupid, but she supposed a part of her still hoped that after he’d taken her he’d do more than profess his love to her—he’d forsake Julianna and take her. Only her. What good was having his love if he’d spend the rest of his years next to another woman? Eventually he’d grow to care for her, maybe even father children. The thought was so painful she winced as her heart throbbed.

His head jerked towards the front of the house at the sound of high heels coming their way.

“You know how I feel, Felicity. God damn it!” As if that made any of this better. As if that erased her shame or changed
anything.

He pulled his pants up and with little adjusting managed to make his suit looked neatly pressed as if he’d just put it on. Even his hair looked freshly combed and smooth, not a hair out of place. She had no doubt how she looked though—like she’d just been fucked against a door.

He knew how she felt and even against her wishes he did it. He touched her. A tear she couldn’t contain slid down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, his face softening.

“Don’t cry, sweets.”

She couldn’t stand the endearment. Not now, not when her whole heart was breaking.

The footsteps came closer for which she thanked the stars. It helped her to get her bearings and move, no easy feat after feeling him inside her for the first time.

“Don’t ever touch me again,” she said. She meant it and she knew he heard the conviction in her voice. He’d never touch her again after that. She was done.

Quickly, she slipped behind the garage door. She knew she should flee but some masochistic part of her made her pause outside the door. She stayed and listened.

“Ah, there you are. I didn’t know if you were here still,” a warm, feminine voice said.

“Julianna, you’re back early.” She could hear the smile in Dom’s voice and knew it was forced. The sound of him kissing Julianna hit her heart like a lethal blow. She staggered back a step as her heart stopped beating for one agonizing moment.

She’d bet money that Julianna didn’t know that his smile was forced, the kiss not real. She probably didn’t know anything about him and, if she did, it didn’t matter because no one loved Dom like she did. No one. Not even Julianna, the woman he was to mate with.

Not me
, Felicity thought.

Another tear slid down her cheek. She wanted to sob but first she had to escape. She could never be around Dom again, no matter how much she loved him or what he promised. A part of her couldn’t help but think how fruitless her efforts would be. He would never leave her alone. He’d find her. It was his nature.

He didn’t love her. He couldn’t and still be with another woman.

And he was mating with her in only a few days.

Felicity raced to his SUV and shoved the valet about to get into the car. She pushed the young man away and growled. “Don’t!”

Then she got into the car and drove fast.

Chapter 18