“Are you alone when you’re here?”
“No.”
“Then what happens?”
“It always starts the same. An endless staircase. In my dream that goes on for hours, and you’re always there. You’re holding my wrist, and you’re pulling me down, but it’s not like that. You’re leading me.”
“How do you feel in your dream?” he asked.
His voice seemed to go deeper and had lost its anger.
“I’m excited. It’s like I know what’s about to come.” Her cheeks heated at the possible reference there. Glancing around the room, she tried to look everywhere but at him. She didn’t feel comfortable with him in the room.
“Then what happens?”
“We always get to this door, and then you look happy, like I’ve passed some kind of test. You have the key in your hand, and you’re holding my wrist. I can’t wait, and you open the door. I wake up, the end. That has been my dream for a long time. I know this is your private room, but I had to know what was behind this door.”
“And now?”
“And now, it’s kind of interesting. Also a little weird that you’re leading me down to your dungeon room. Wonder if I oversalted your mashed potatoes or something.” She tried to make light of it, so he didn’t get offended that she had invaded his privacy.
“You know what this room is.” He closed the door, and she noticed he put the key in the lock from this side, twisting it, locking them both in together.
Heat flooded her body, and she couldn’t help the little thrill of excitement that rushed through her.
Abel didn’t advance into the room. He leaned against the door, watching her, waiting.
“I know. It’s like a Dominant and submissive room, right? Only you don’t have a lot of whips and stuff. I’ve seen the movie and that entire craze that swept through the world. You’re missing a lot of stuff.”
“I wouldn’t describe myself as a Dominant.”
“Then how would you describe yourself?”
He stepped into the room and reached up, holding the cuffs. “I like to be in charge. I like my woman to submit to me.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Is that why you’re not interested in any of the women of the pack? They couldn’t submit to you?”
“I … my strength makes it hard for me to be with a woman. I like to give a certain level of pain, and I like complete control. I’m the one in charge. I give the orders, not the woman.”
“If you like pain where are all the other things?”
“I’m a wolf, Cassie. I have my hands, and my mouth. I don’t like anything impersonal when I’m down here. I like to have my fill of a woman, not feel her through some leather.”
Her pussy was slick with arousal.
Seeing his large hands and imagining them on her body was almost too much for her to even think about.
“I’m sorry that I invaded your space.” She didn’t want to leave. With just the two of them inside the room, it felt intimate. She felt close to him.
“It’s fine. I can understand your need if it all came to you in a dream.”
She smiled and took a step toward him. “Have you ever brought a woman down here?”
He shook his head. “No. Jessica knows about it because she went snooping when she first came here, but I’ve never brought a woman here.”
Cassie heard the sadness in his voice. “Have you wanted to?”
“This room is part of who I am. I will make sure any woman who thinks to claim me is shown this room. If they cannot handle me here, then I don’t want them by my side.”
He moved out of the way, flicking the lock and opening the door.
She stepped out of the room and made her way toward the stairs. When he closed the door, the echo made her jump and wince.
Finally, she glanced back, and she felt this need, this compulsion to go back to the room, to make him open the door and share more of himself with her.
Instead, she made her way back upstairs, leaving the gym as she did.
A few of the pack were playing basketball, and she quickly moved out of their way, heading back to the kitchen. Only when she was inside her domain was she able to collapse against the door.
Her heart was racing, warmth all over her body. His room intrigued her, and even though it was covered in mirrors, she felt a pull within her. When it came to Abel, she found herself drawn to wherever he was.
It was why she went to do the laundry, or clean a room where he was. Her wolf and her own desires wouldn’t let her leave, and that scared her. She was acting against her own desires.
Was it possible that her wolf wanted Abel?