Werewolves Like Pink Too (Pixie Pink Book 1), page 15
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right that I did this to myself, that he did this to me without even trying. Squeezing my eyes shut, I groaned. “Freaking wolf-ass. Look what you do to me—and you don’t even have to be here physically.” I shouldn’t have thought about him at all. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be weak like that—I already knew where this led. “You’ve gotten into my head, damn it,” I mumbled against my knuckle, so angry I could cry.
But I wouldn’t cry.
No, I would get up and take a shower and forget all about this right now, and I was never, ever going to—
“Oh, my God,” I choked.
Because when I sat up, I saw that the door was halfway open.
And Dominic was standing in front of it, looking at me like a man who’d already lost his mind.
No.
Oh, God. What had I done?
Please, please, please…I begged whoever would listen, and I stood up from the bed on shaking legs, needing to move, to run, to never ever ever look at that face, ever again.
But Dominic was already moving. He walked into the room all the way and slammed the door shut behind him, and he strode to me like he planned to rip me apart with his bare hands. I kept on moving backward until I hit the wall with my back, and there was nowhere else left to go.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe if I couldn’t see him, maybe he would disappear. Maybe I got lucky for once in my life and he wasn’t really here, but just a figment of my imagination still. Maybe…
His warm breath blew on my face. His large body was right in front of me, blocking out all the sunlight from the window. The heat of him seared my skin—my almost naked skin, right there on display for him to see.
I heard him breathing, heard him growling, and squeezed my eyes shut tighter.
“What did you do?”
I bit my tongue. Go away, go away, go away…
“What did you do, Theodora?” he demanded, and my name on his lips did strange things to my body.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, trying to lower my head, so ashamed I could die right now and be thankful for the rest of eternity. But one small movement, and the tip of my nose touched his chest. I moved back again, breathless. He’s really here, right here, in front of me. Way too close.
“Tell me what you did, damn it,” he said, spiking that same anger in me, now coated with so much guilt and shame, it was a wonder it hadn’t suffocated me yet. But it made me open my eyes and look up at him.
“None of your business,” I spit. So what that he’d seen me lying there wearing nothing but underwear? He hadn’t seen anything. He hadn’t heard anything—I would have heard it if he did.
Wouldn’t I?
Please, please, please, I prayed again, harder.
“It is my business when you’re calling out my name.” He growled. He came closer. My legs shook so badly.
“I didn’t…”
And then his hand wrapped around the side of my face. My entire head fit in his palm perfectly. I couldn’t speak if I tried.
“Were you thinking about me?” he whispered, leaning closer and closer, his eyes no longer green but completely gold. Was he going to shift and eat me now? Because that’s how he looked—the Big Bad Wolf come to sink his teeth in me.
“No,” I choked out. He pressed his hand on my face a little harder.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he hissed.
“I’m not lying!” I wasn’t lying, damn it.
“Then tell me the truth.” He barely moved his lips, and then his other hand came up, too, and suddenly, I was completely wrapped by him. So, so hard to breathe.
“I wasn’t thinking about you,” I insisted.
“Theod—” If I heard my name in that low voice again, I would be done for. So, I cut him off.
“I wasn’t—I was imagining you.” Wolf-ass.
He let go of my face with one hand and reached down to grab my right one. I tried to jerk away—I really did, but his grip must have been made of steel because I couldn’t even move a single inch. All I could do was watch him bring my fingers—the same ones that had been inside me—to his nose…and sniff.
Oh, God. Why wasn’t there magic that could kill you on the spot? Why wasn’t there something that could make me disappear into thin air right this second?
His eyes closed and he growled again, sending shock waves throughout my body.
“How?” His voice was completely transformed, too. He sounded half man, half beast.
“No, I—”
“Tell me how,” he said, squeezing my hand as if to show me that he was desperate for that answer. His jaws clenched so hard, I heard it. “Please.”
I looked at his face, at his closed eyes, locked jaw, those lips. How stupid did I have to be to get myself in this situation? How desperate?
Now I understood why Hunter always told me that bad things happen when you don’t get laid.
I also understood why Sandra said not to try to resist temptation.
“It was…I was…” He pressed himself onto me, making me one with the wall. That wouldn’t have been a problem at all, except I felt the hardness of him right on my stomach. My own eyes closed, and every muscle in my body clenched, a new fire burning through me. “Your mouth was all over me,” I breathed, trying my best to not think about his dick pressed onto me, hard and big and so ready. “Your tongue, your teeth, your lips, your fingers…” I ran out of breath because he was growling and pressing onto me harder. “It was amazing.” More than amazing—the best orgasm I’d ever had, all because I had very explicit images of how he looked shirtless and fresh out of bed.
I wondered, now that I’d felt him hard and warm against my skin, with only thin fabrics in the way, what would my next orgasm feel like?
And was it possible to be so turned on again, just minutes after being ripped apart by the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt?
But thought left me again when he brought his forehead to mine and kept my fingers pressed to his lips still, as if the scent of my juices was the best thing he’d ever smelled. And then…his tongue came out and he licked them, before pulling my middle finger inside his mouth and sucking it lightly.
A moan escaped my lips before I could control it.
“Fuck, Teddybear. Are you trying to kill me?” he said after a moment, and my eyes opened wide. He looked in pain—jaw locked, eyes squeezed shut, the veins in his neck protruding.
“I—”
A door slammed open somewhere close.
Dominic moved back, and my legs barely held me before I hit the floor. My chest moved so fast, I was going to have a heart attack soon. Especially since I could see all of him now—the large bulge in his sweatpants included.
My God, he was big. So freaking big, I was practically salivating, and my eyes hurt with need to see him. Just take a peek, just for a minute, that’s it…
No.
“They’re here. Take a shower,” he said, his voice almost robotic, his golden eyes on my body, naked, save for the lingerie.
There. He saw you, my own mind mocked. Guess Mom was right when she said be careful what you wish for.
But he turned around and strode out the room before I could think of anything else to say, and I was all alone again, panting, with soaking wet panties and a ridiculously overwhelming need for more.
It was safe to say that my newfound love for sexy lingerie was already a thing of the past now.
Chapter Seventeen
Dominic Dane
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My hands shook so hard, I was having trouble keeping myself in control. So much trouble pushing the beast down. My eyes were closed and my teeth gritted, and every ounce of willpower I owned was being put to the test.
That smell. The way she’d looked at me. Her flushed cheeks and her wet panties…
Mine, the beast growled, knocking the breath out of me as he tried to take control once more. He wanted out. He wanted to take her right now—so what if there were other agents in here, too? He didn’t give a shit. He wanted them all to know who she belonged to. He wanted her almost as badly as I did, and it was probably the most dangerous thing any of us had ever felt.
She was just fucking impossible. Wasn’t it enough that I had to endure the scent of her all day, every day? Back home, we were never close. I never felt like I was suffocating on the smell of her—of spring and sunlight and fucking rainbows.
I’d felt it first when I went to her apartment. I could hardly breathe through my nose without losing control and ripping all those clothes off her with my bare hands. She’d been in leggings and a tank top, her tits taunting me, those legs, and her tight ass…Fuck, Teddybear. She always wore jackets and loose pants at the office. I never knew before…but now I did. Now, there was no fucking doubt in my mind that every inch of her was perfect.
I had to share the same bed with her, too. I had to barely sleep with one eye open, just to make sure I wouldn’t lose control without even realizing it. And then I had to wake up and watch her sleeping, surrounded by silk and that long pink hair of hers that drove me nuts. How the fuck am I supposed to hold myself back from that?
It was physically painful to get out of the bed without touching her, but I did it anyway. And I went out to talk to Derek only for a few minutes, and when I came back in, I heard my name leaving her lips. I heard her voice, breathless, and I smelled the scent of her wet pussy that turned my whole body inside out. I don’t even remember how I went to the bedroom door, how I opened it, just that I saw her lying there, cursing herself, cursing me…wearing nothing but a bra and soaking wet panties like she’d made it her mission to end me.
Fuck, Theodora, my mind screamed, and the beast roared. If I gave him even a second of hesitation, he’d have me in that bedroom again, fucking her while the whole world watched. Just the thought of my cock inside of her had my skin burning. I was still hard, ten minutes later, and I couldn’t even stand to try to walk it off because the agents would see it. I couldn’t afford for them to know how I felt about her. It was bad enough that I had to endure how they looked at her, how some of them got turned on whenever she was in the room. It cost me to stop myself from grabbing them by the necks and throwing them out the fucking window.
How dare they even turn their eyes on her? None of them was worthy. Looking at her was a privilege none of them had earned.
I, least of all, but here we were.
“Dominic,” Tailsburry called, and I raised my finger to tell him to give me a moment. My beast was still there, waiting for the chance to take over, and I couldn’t let that happen.
He played with my mind, too—sent image after image of her face when I’d cornered her in the bedroom, reminded me of the scent hanging on her fingers that was still in my nostrils. The taste of her that I’d sucked off her finger was still on my tongue, and that moan she’d given me…fuck, it was still in my head. The smell of her skin—of spring and sunshine and all things sweet was one thing. But the smell of her wetness leaking out of her was a different monster completely, possibly the only one that was going to defeat me.
And to know that she’d been imagining me while she fucked herself made my chest want to explode.
How in the fuck had she gotten under my skin like this? I never allowed it to happen. I never cared to, but the more I talked to her, the more I touched her, the more I lost sight of everything else. She was all that mattered. She was the sun, and my being revolved around her. It had started the day we met in the janitor’s closet two years ago, and since the moment I saw her smile, thoughts of her had been a constant in my life. Fuck, she didn’t just get into my head—she’d made a permanent residence of it, too.
Leaning back on the couch, I let go of my breath and stuck my hand in my pocket to find the button—the one she traded me for a smile. I never really knew why I kept it. I never knew why it calmed me, but it was the only thing in the world that did. So, I kept it with me at all times, played with it, analyzed it with my fingers, until my beast calmed down completely.
I knew it wouldn’t last. I’d have to see her again in a few minutes, and even though I’d asked her to shower to get that smell off her, it was still deep in my nostrils. Seeing her face was all it was going to take for me to fall back into my beast’s trap.
But until that happened, I could try to distract myself for a bit.
Standing up, I glanced down to make sure my cock wasn’t still hard, and I made for Jamison standing near the table, tapping away on his laptop.
“Give me the reports,” I told him, and he raised his head in surprise, like he hadn’t heard me approaching at all. Some agents they were.
“Again?”
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Now was not the time to toy with my patience.
“Sure, man. Sure,” Jamison said and scrambled to his backpack to get me what I asked for—the only thing that was going to force me to stop thinking about fucking Teddy until she couldn’t stay awake. My cock jerked instantly at the thought. Fuck, I couldn’t even be in my own mind safely anymore. My body kept betraying me, no matter how strong my resolve.
But Jamison put the folder in my hands, and I went to the other side of the room to lean against the wall, as far away from everyone else as I could get. As far away from her when she came out of the bedroom. She’d already showered—I smelled the scent of coconut and heard her going through the room as she got dressed.
Don’t let her get dressed, my beast said, and wanted me to go to her right now, before it was too late.
But it already was.
The pictures in the folder made my chest squeeze tightly. The beast withdrew in itself, growling in anger. When was he going to learn that I was in control here? My father never had the chance to teach me much—our beasts don’t really force themselves out of us until adolescence, but he did tell me one thing that I never forgot: If you can’t best your beast, you’re no werewolf—just half a man. I’d taken those words to heart, and I still lived by them.
That is why I forced myself to take in every detail of the picture in front of me—of the crime scene where the ODP had found Michael Bennett’s body.
The blood didn’t make me flinch. I’d seen plenty of it during the years. But the way Michael Bennett’s head was cut off, the way his fingers were cut just an inch below the knuckles, and the way his whole torso was coated with his own blood like someone had taken the time to make sure every inch of skin was covered in it…that was the same way they’d killed my father.
The magic that had been under Michael Bennett’s skin, the weapons they used to carve out his flesh—they were the same ones the ODP found in the crime scene of my home. I’d studied those reports, seen those pictures possibly over a million times. Always trying to find a trace, to find something that would get me a step closer to finding out who had cursed us with this fate and why. But it was impossible. The high fae who’d done it had wiped their tracks to perfection. Not a string of hair, fingerprint, shoe print, or drop of blood at any of the crime scenes they left behind.
The first time I laid eyes on the pictures of dead Michael Bennett, I knew. At first, I’d forced the Chief to put me on this mission by making sure Aaron Mathews couldn’t come here if he wanted because of Teddy. I wasn’t about to leave her alone in this place, to deal with these people by herself, and end up dead.
And then I’d seen these same pictures in this same folder, and everything had changed. Because the same people who’d done this to Bennett were the people who’d killed my parents.
The bedroom door opened, and Teddy walked out, head down and shoulders hunched, cheeks flushed in that pink that made the blood in my veins rush. My eyes searched her face, her body, every little inch of her, as if looking to find something bad about her, just one little thing that would make looking away from her easier. But it was impossible. I’d tried before. I’d been trying for two years. She was damn perfect, and my beast was at it again as soon as he saw her through my eyes.
She went and sat on the couch, completely oblivious to how the agents looked at her, especially Jacob Garcia, Edmond Harris, and Anna Taylor. The scent of them made me sick to my stomach. They all reacted to her as if she was their sun, too, and it pissed me off so much, I was about to rip the entire folder apart.
Mine! my beast growled, now desperate to show these people why they couldn’t even look her way ever again. She was ours and nobody in this room could even get close to her. She didn’t imagine their mouths on her sweet pussy when she touched herself. She didn’t call out their names when she came, but ours.
Ours, ours, ours.
The thoughts got the best of me before I had any strength to stop them. Dragging my eyes away from her and to the pictures again was physically painful. Gritting my teeth, I pushed my beast back as far as he would go. Her panties were dry for now, though that was going to change the moment she touched me. And despite the satisfaction that that knowledge brought me, I suffocated it, too. The sound of her heartbeat tripling when I spoke to her or whispered in her ear went next.
The feel of her small hand in mine, of my fingers around her tiny waist, of her ass pressed against me while she danced like a fucking mermaid under water, of her big tits flush against my chest, rock-hard nipples begging to be sucked…
Stop, I demanded from my own self, but the beast was relentless. He would not stop thinking about any of it, and since our mind was one, I was forced to replay everything over and over again.
My family, I said to myself. My father, my mother…Nora. They were important. This mission was more important than I ever knew. Everything I’d come to the ODP for. Everything I’d lived for, for the past six years.
The men who’d killed Michael Bennet were the men who did this to us. The ones who deserved my full attention and wrath. The ones I was going to kill with my bare claws.
But even when the agents started talking, going over the details of the meeting tonight, I couldn’t keep the pixie out of my mind for a single second.
