As the weeks passed following our night at the club, I settled into my duties as Luna and found that I genuinely enjoyed the responsibilities that came with the role. The pack had embraced me with surprising warmth, and the initial resistance I felt toward becoming Luna now seemed almost foolish. The incident with Valeria had been the last of any significant trouble within the pack, and since then, she had remained out of sight, further easing my transition into my new life.
The nightclub altercation had marked a turning point for me, prompting Dominic to insist that I begin training. He was adamant that I learn to defend myself, urging me to rely on more than just my teeth for protection. Despite my smaller stature compared to the other she-wolves, I possessed an agility and quickness that worked to my advantage. Dominic took it upon himself to train me personally in the afternoons, and I quickly realized just how formidable he was in combat. His skill and precision were unmatched, and despite my best efforts, I stood no chance against him.
Dominic kept me informed about the situation with Gabriel, though he spared me the more gruesome details. As Luna, I felt it was my duty to be fully aware of everything happening within the pack, no matter how unpleasant. Gabriel was still very much alive, confined to Dominic’s dungeons, where each day he endured relentless torture in an effort to extract information about the hunters’ plans. Gabriel’s resilience was impressive, but Dominic was confident that he would eventually break.
Since that night, I had shared a bed with Dominic, though we had not yet consummated our relationship. The desire I felt for him was overwhelming, but I had managed to keep it in check, waiting for the right moment. As the days turned into weeks, I found myself reflecting on how much I had grown and how ready I was to take the next step with Dominic. He had been patient with me, our physical relationship consisting mostly of heavy make-out sessions and the occasional indulgence of his fingers, which never seemed to tire of bringing me pleasure.
With my birthday approaching, Seraphina was eager to celebrate, constantly talking about the party her friend was throwing. While I was wary of the whole event, she assured me that it would be a small gathering, with few humans and absolutely no hunters. Despite her enthusiasm, my thoughts were preoccupied with something far more personal-how to tell Dominic that I was finally ready to give myself to him completely.
The night before my birthday was one of the most memorable evenings I had spent with Dominic. We were curled up together in bed, his strong arms wrapped around me as I lay with my head resting on his chest. His warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat were comforting, and I found myself completely at ease.
“Are you looking forward to the party tomorrow, little mate?” Dominic’s voice was laced with a smirk, his playful tone making me smile.
“I suppose. Parties aren’t really my thing. I’m not big on celebrating my birthday,” I admitted with a light giggle, tracing the tattoo on his chest with my fingers. The familiar sparks that shot through my fingertips were a sensation I had grown to love.
Dominic’s smirk softened into a more serious expression. “Your birthday is very important to me. Without you, I would’ve never found my little mate.” His silver eyes locked onto mine, and the intensity of his gaze sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
“I’m really glad I met you,” I whispered, my voice full of sincerity as I smiled up at him.
His smirk returned, more seductive than before. “Even though I torment you?” he teased, his tone light but his eyes darkening with desire.
Feigning ignorance, I played along, using my best clueless voice. “Oh well, now that you mention it, I might have to reconsider.”
My joke was short-lived as Dominic flipped me over onto my back, hovering over me with that same maddening smirk. The way he looked at me left me breathless, his sheer presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.
“Oh really? You’ll have to reconsider?” he growled playfully, his eyes dark with mischief as he took in my flushed face.
“Don’t, don’t you dare,” I warned, poking his bare chest with my finger in a futile attempt to seem tough.
His smirk only deepened. “It’s only fair that you’re punished,” he teased.
“Dominic, I swear,” I growled back, trying to match his intensity but falling short.
“Alright, alright, my vicious little mate,” he relented, though the mischievous twinkle in his eyes remained.
For a moment, it seemed as though he would let me go, but in the next instant, he tackled me back onto the bed, his fingers finding my ribs and tickling me mercilessly. His lips found my neck, and I was torn between laughter and moaning as he tormented me in the best way possible.
“Dominic, stop!” I cried out, my laughter mingling with gasps as I tried to squirm away from his relentless tickling. But he didn’t stop, his hands and mouth continuing their assault until I was a breathless, giggling mess beneath him.
Finally, his fingers ceased their torment, and his face turned serious, though the love and affection in his eyes were unmistakable.
“Happy birthday, Katarina,” he whispered, his full lips curving into a rare smile that made my heart skip a beat.
I turned my head to glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 12:00. It was officially my birthday.
Dominic’s rough hands gently cupped my face, pulling me into a kiss that was filled with so much passion, I felt like I might collapse if I were standing. The kiss was everything-intense, electrifying, and all-consuming. The sparks that ignited between us were like fireworks, setting my entire body ablaze with desire.
When we finally pulled away for air, Dominic’s lips didn’t stop. They trailed down my neck, finding the silver mark he had left there. It was his favorite spot to nibble, and each time his lips touched the mark, it sent shivers down my spine. I often felt selfish, allowing him to give me so much pleasure while I hadn’t yet reciprocated fully. But I knew that would change soon. Tomorrow night, after the party, I planned to give myself to him completely, sealing our bond once and for all.
Dominic’s hands moved to the waistband of my shorts, his touch causing a soft moan to escape my lips.
“Mind if we try something new?” Dominic asked, his smirk returning as he looked down at me. My heart raced as I remembered the last time he had asked me that, the time when I experienced my first orgasm at his hands.
“S-Sure,” I breathed, trying to steady my nerves. Despite the time we had spent together, he was the only one who could make me feel this nervous, this vulnerable.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, little mate,” Dominic whispered, his voice deep and filled with lust. He seemed to read my every thought, and though I had grown accustomed to it, he still managed to surprise me.
My face heated even more as he slipped my shorts off, followed by my underwear. He held up the black lace panties I had been wearing, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I like these,” he stated, his voice filled with appreciation. I could feel the excitement building within me, knowing how much he desired me.
I was grateful that Seraphina had helped me pick out something special to wear tomorrow. She had been oddly supportive when she learned of my intentions with Dominic, knowing how much this meant to both of us.
Dominic’s lips trailed down my body, leaving a path of kisses on my covered chest and exposed stomach. My breath hitched as he spread my legs, positioning himself between them.
“D-Dominic?” I stammered, feeling more self-conscious than ever.
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this,” he reassured me with a smirk.
I let out a sigh as he continued to kiss down my thighs, his touch driving me insane with anticipation. The closer he got to my core, the more my body trembled with need.
“Dominic,” I groaned, unable to contain my frustration. He was taking his time, teasing me mercilessly, and I was on the verge of begging him to stop torturing me.
“Impatient little thing,” Dominic teased, his breath hot against my most sensitive spot. I shuddered, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to taste you,” Dominic murmured, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race.
And then, without warning, his tongue flicked out, teasing my clit in a way that made me gasp and jump at the sudden surge of pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt my head fall back as I gave in to the intense waves of ecstasy that coursed through me.
Dominic knew exactly what he was doing, his tongue expertly swirling around my clit, driving me closer to the edge with every movement. My moans filled the room, each one spurring him on, increasing his pace and intensity as he devoured me.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding on as he slipped a finger inside me, thrusting it deep without hesitation. The combination of pleasure and pain sent shockwaves through my body, and I could barely form coherent thoughts as he brought me closer and closer to release.
His name was the only word on my lips as the pressure built within me, until finally, it exploded, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. My back arched, and a loud whimper escaped my lips as the pressure that had been building within me finally reached its peak and crashed over me. The intensity of the sensation made his name tumble from my lips in a breathless whisper as waves of pleasure coursed through me. I lay back on the bed, trying to steady my breathing, while Dominic looked at me with a satisfied, knowing smile.
I eventually sat up, my eyes drawn to the prominent bulge in his shorts, and a wave of guilt washed over me. It felt unfair that I had been the one receiving all the pleasure, leaving him with nothing.
A sudden thought crossed my mind, and I bit my lip nervously as I eyed him. “I want to try something different,” I whispered, my voice laced with both excitement and apprehension. His shirtless torso was a masterpiece of muscle, taut and rigid, begging to be touched. Unlike my own skin, slick with sweat, his remained dry, and I couldn’t help but desire to change that.
Dominic’s curiosity was piqued, evident as he raised an eyebrow, settling back against the headboard, watching me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
I scolded myself inwardly for my hesitation, but I couldn’t shake the nerves. I had never initiated anything beyond a kiss, and what I was about to do was far beyond my usual comfort zone. Leaning over Dominic’s lap, I began planting soft kisses along his jawline, then captured his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. I was stalling, trying to muster the courage to take the next step.
Determined to push past my nerves, I let my fingers wander, trailing down his chest as I continued to kiss each defined muscle I had admired from afar. When my fingers finally reached the waistband of his shorts, Dominic seemed to catch on.
His rough hand gently wrapped around my wrist, and our eyes locked. “Katarina, you don’t have to-” he began, but I cut him off, trying to mimic the seductive smirk he often gave me.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping he wouldn’t see how nervous I truly was.
After a moment’s hesitation, Dominic released my wrist. I watched, heart pounding, as he removed his shorts, revealing his length. My breath caught in my throat, and I almost choked on the air that suddenly felt too thick to inhale.
My anxiety surged as I contemplated the reality of what I was about to do. How was this even going to work? How would it fit? I wasn’t exactly big, and the thought made me bite my lip in disbelief as I stared at his cock.
Tentatively, I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the heat and hardness of his flesh. A low growl rumbled from his chest, and I looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes now dark with lust.
“Never seen one in person, little mate?” His smirk was playful, but I could sense the desire simmering beneath it.
“N-No, I haven’t,” I stammered, my voice trailing off as my thoughts ran wild. Should I say what was really on my mind? “Um, how… how would this fit if we were to…?” My voice faded, my eyes flickering down to his pulsing member.
His smirk deepened, amused by my flustered state. “It would fit,” he assured me with a confidence that both excited and terrified me.
“Would it hurt?” I asked, my brows knitting together in concern.
“Only for a moment, but I have ways of distracting you,” he replied with a mischievous glint in his eye, causing my heart to skip a beat.
The initial nerves I had felt began to fade, replaced by a growing excitement. I had never felt more ready. Keeping my gaze locked with his, I let my lips brush against the head of his cock, tasting the precum that glistened on the tip. It wasn’t salty like Raven had told me it would be, and the unexpected taste spurred me on.
Dominic’s quiet growls fueled my confidence, knowing he was watching my every move. The thought of him watching me explore his body heightened my arousal, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it, recalling the tips Raven had shared with me, despite my initial reluctance to listen. His name rumbled from his throat as he growled, clearly not a fan of being teased.
“Don’t like being teased?” I teased, looking up at his darkened eyes with a playful smirk.
He managed a smirk of his own, though his desire was palpable. “More like tempted,” he growled, placing a large hand on the back of my neck, guiding me back to his cock.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. But instead of obeying, I clamped my lips shut, shaking my head mischievously. There was something about defying him that thrilled me.