Jory Strong - Dakotah's Reading

Domino ruthlessly captured her in obsidian eyes, pushed into her mind and spoke the thoughts he forced on her. “You will allow me to bind you.”

The wolf rose within him and insisted that its mate not be treated as prey, insisted that she know the tethering was for her own protection, and Domino added, “You will not fight the restraints. They are for your own safety.”

And unbidden, he said, “They are for your pleasure.”

He used her bra to lash her unresisting wrists together before lifting her arms over her head and securing them to a limb. Desire rushed through him at the sight of her naked and tethered, a swirl of uneasiness following in its wake at how much it satisfied something inside of him to see her like that when he’d never done it to another female, never thought to do it.

A different hunger rose, the hunger to have her submit to it willingly, and Domino hissed. He stepped back from her, considered freeing Dakotah as the uneasiness gave way to unwelcome realization.

All those created and raised to be kadines were trained to accept being bound and restrained, to expect it, even to welcome it as proof that their mates knew how to keep them safe when The Hunger and Heat became dangerously intense. There were vampires who’d killed their kadines accidentally. Who’d forgotten in their pleasure what lurked in the most primitive parts of their being.

It was a dark ecstasy like no other, to take from a willing partner until their heart stuttered in warning, to know the pleasure they gained from the bite was so great that those they took from would trade their life for it.

It was an unparalleled high to take everything—as their ancestors had once done when they were trying to adapt to the hostile world they found themselves on—when they were experimenting, speeding the evolutionary process by taking the form of their prey, moving into its still warm body and possessing it thoroughly. A possessiveness that had evolved as his species had evolved, had been tweaked and modified until it became focused solely on their mates. And yet at the vampire’s core, they retained parts of what they had originated from, ruthless, alien predators. Beings so feared and deadly that they weren’t welcomed on any world.

Domino hissed again, taking his cock in hand and thinking he should free Dakotah. Send her on her way so he could deal with the bodies of the Believers and then return to his parents’ home to await The Transformation.

Maybe he would have. Maybe he could have. But a breeze swirled into existence, assaulting him with their mingled scents, filling his nostrils with the smell of sex—and he was lost.

“You will not fight the restraints. They are for your safety, your pleasure,” Domino repeated, stepping into her so their bodies touched, releasing her from his hypnotic gaze.

He slowly reduced the pheromones swamping her senses and leaving her dazed and malleable. Felt his own lust intensify when dark eyes met his, when the hunger he saw there was a reflection of the woman’s desire and not enthrallment.

Domino captured her lips and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, taking control of the kiss just as he intended to take control of her body. She fought him, not as prey but as one who considered herself his equal, and he relished the challenge. Anticipated the moment when she would beg for her climax and scream his name when he gave it to her.

His hands slid from her wrists down her immobilized arms, the feel of her sleek muscles and smooth skin a sensory treat. She wasn’t as well endowed as the women he usually took, but as his hands covered her breasts with their tight, dark nipples, he found them more desirable than any he had ever caressed.

The wolf approved of her sleek lines. The man echoed that approval, and Domino’s lips left Dakotah’s in order to trail kisses downward.

She groaned at the first brush of his tongue over her nipple. Jerked at the second. Struggled, arched into him with the third, her voice a husky command as she told him to suck her, to bite her.

He growled in response, wrapped his arms around her, yielded to her demands because it suited him, because suddenly her breasts had become his world and he wanted nothing more than to suckle, to mark her with rough pleasure.

Dakotah threw back her head as hot sensation coursed through her body. She strained against the tether, not remembering the moment when she’d allowed him to tie her but no longer caring. He made her feel alive in a way she’d never felt before.

She wanted him to bite her, to suck. To move lower and do the same to her cunt, her clit.

She wanted to feel his tongue fucking in and out of her body. Wanted to hear his hungry growls and watch his face grow flushed and tense with desire as he gripped his cock to keep from coming.

Dangerous fantasy filled Domino’s mind. Images of allowing his fangs to descend so he could truly suckle at Dakotah’s breast. He ached with the need for it. With the desire to do it. Until the temptation grew so great he had to force himself to release her nipple, to kiss downward, lingering over her smooth belly before rubbing his cheek against the dark brown pubic hair. He buried his nose in it, the wolf demanding that he inhale her scent, take it deep within his lungs, before the man was free to reach his destination. A clit engorged and erect, made for a man’s mouth and tongue, for a woman’s pleasure. Cunt lips flushed, opened, begging for him to kiss and suck them.

He was lost with the first taste. The Heat controlling so that for long moments he fed on her cries of pleasure, his cock pulsing and straining with each hoarse plea for him to fuck her, to let her come. The wolf wallowing in the scent of its mate, working itself into a frenzy that would only be satisfied with mounting her, tying with her, breeding her.

Domino tried to suppress the wolf’s desires. But the more he ate Dakotah, the more she writhed against him, begging as he’d longed to hear her do, her voice low and husky, stroking over him like fur, the more insistent the wolf became. Its desires merged completely with The Heat so that fiery talons scraped at Domino’s resolve to walk away from this female.

It had started out a challenge. A dare. But from the moment Domino’s lips touched her skin, Dakotah was lost in pleasure. A pleasure so intense that all she could do was press against him, arch into him. Demand that he give her more of it.

His lips and tongue had become her world. His scent a heated fragrance that blended perfectly with the night and was more potent than any drug she’d ever been forced to take.

Desire roared through her veins. Not the victory of life over death. Not the wolf’s craving for a mate. But the need of her human heart for contact and intimacy.

Each thrust of his tongue sent a jolt of searing heat to her nipples. Each suck on her clit had her pushing against firm masculine lips in a demand that he take more. That he take all.

A tiny part of her mind argued that she should be fighting the restraints. Fighting to keep herself separate. Fighting for release so she could make her escape. But those thoughts, those urges were lost under his sensual assault, under waves of incredible sensation.

She’d never known anything like it. And probably would never experience it again.

She still couldn’t believe she’d allowed him to bind her wrists. Allowed him to strip away her freedom. But she was beyond caring.

“Now,” she ordered, and without warning, The Hunger flamed to life in Domino and he fought to keep from turning his head and sinking his fangs into her inner thigh. The wild beat of her pulse blending with the sounds of her pleasure to become a chant in Domino’s mind. Mine! Mine! Mine!

The sheer ferocity of it forced him away from the heaven of Dakotah’s slick, wet folds and had him lunging to his feet before the last of his control slipped. He lifted her easily, pressed her back to the smooth bark of the tree and plunged his cock into her channel, rutting on her wildly as she wrapped her legs around him and clung, accepting the wild mating, both of them raising their faces to the moon and bathing in its light in the moment of climax.