Dominic still hadn’t said a word as his eyes lingered on me. He set the letter on the nightstand and stood up. My eyes flickered down to the pants clinging to his hips and a bulge caught my eye. Heat crept over my skin and a low growl filled the room, causing my nipples to pucker. The growl deepened and suddenly Dominic was in front of me, his hand hovering over my hip, his body millimeters from my own.
I tilted my head up to meet his eyes and the growl cut off. He stared at me, a question in his eyes and I nodded. The hand by my hip settled against my skin, his thumb stroking as his other fingers kneaded deep. He lowered his head toward mine, the motion slow and even, driving me insane when all I wanted was the press of his lips against me.
He didn’t invade or demand. His lips brushed gently against mine, each slow stroke a question until my lips parted in invitation. The hand on my hip dug in, gripping me as he carefully explored my mouth with his tongue, his decision to be gentle clearly costing him. His other hand found its way to my hip and he dragged me closer, lifting me up until I balanced on my toes, my hips tilted toward his and the bulge I’d felt earlier. I wound my arms around him, a frustrated whimper escaping me at his slow pace. The sound seemed to snap something inside of him because he suddenly jerked me up, forcing my legs around him, as his hand buried itself in my hair and he angled my head to ravage my mouth. I moaned at the sudden feel of him surrounding me, his tongue commanding mine and he spun us around, walking toward the bed.
He lowered us down, his heavy thigh wedging itself between my legs as his mouth trailed down my neck with hot open-mouthed kisses. When he came to the mark on my neck, he paused as I panted, my skin tingling. He lowered his mouth, his tongue gently tracing the spot as heat surged through me and I gasped. His hand stroked down my side, so enormous it practically spanned my waist and I felt his thigh rock against my mound. I moaned, tilting my head back to push the sensitive mark closer to his mouth.
His nose rubbed against my skin as he nuzzled me and I felt him hesitate before his teeth gently scraped against the mark. My body was taut, balanced on the precipice when he bit down and I convulsed, pleasure washing away everything but the feel of him.
It took a few minutes before I became aware of his palm running up and down my spine. He’d flipped us over and I was sprawled across his chest, my legs on either side of his waist.
“That was…” I trailed off, not entirely sure there were words in the English language that could convey what that was.
“Life altering?” Dominic offered, his deep voice gravelly. It might have seemed like a joke coming from someone else, but I caught the note of nervousness in the words.
“Yeah, you could say that,” I answered, shifting myself so I could look at him. “Was that mating?” I asked cautiously. Anna had said sex was involved and I wasn’t an idiot, we hadn’t had sex, but it seemed like we were the exception to the rule.
“No,” he answered quickly. “Well, yes, but not really,” he corrected himself as I became thoroughly confused. He frowned, “I’m not explaining this right.” I chuckled, my earlier bliss not allowing any anxiety to seep in. “You’re taking it better than I thought,” he mumbled and I smiled.
“Blame the afterglow,” I informed him and his eyes flared for a second. “Don’t get distracted,” I commanded, slapping his chest, but not moving from where I sat. I was essentially straddling him, but was too comfortable to move. “Explain.”
“I talked to Gregory,” he started and I shook my head at the mention of the eldest shifter in the pack.
“That’s one way to kill the mood,” I muttered and he tightened his abs, making me bounce slightly. “Okay, continue.”
“Anyway, Gregory knows the most about mates. There haven’t been as many recently, at least not like us.” I was sorely tempted to ask what he meant but figured he’d get around to it eventually and wouldn’t appreciate another interruption. “My accidental marking shouldn’t have created such a strong connection, hell, it shouldn’t have done anything, but it did. I could even connect to you mentally. Granted, it wasn’t a strong connection but it was there. Normally, that’s unheard of. Gregory said he hasn’t seen something like it since his grandparents.”
“So, we aren’t special,” I cried dramatically and he rolled his eyes.
“No, we are,” he corrected. “Gregory’s never heard of any other mate being able to do this.”