“Katarina,” he growled, frustration edging his tone, but I remained stubborn.
In response, he pinched my nose, forcing me to hold my breath until I couldn’t anymore. Finally, gasping for air, I opened my mouth, and Dominic seized the opportunity, pushing my head down onto his cock.
A moan escaped me as I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste and feeling of his arousal. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Despite my inexperience, I was eager to please him.
Though I could only take half of his length comfortably, I held my breath and pushed myself to take more, his growls of pleasure driving me on. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I focused entirely on the task, relishing every second. When Dominic’s rough hands found the back of my head, guiding me faster, I knew he was nearing his release.
I looked up at him, moaning around his cock as he thrust in and out of my mouth, his animalistic sounds pushing me closer to the edge myself. With one final moan, I felt his cum spill into my mouth.
Dominic’s eyes locked with mine as I struggled to swallow, his thumb brushing against my lips. “Swallow it,” he instructed, his voice both husky and firm.
It took every ounce of self-control not to beg him to take me right there. Instead, we spent some time simply lying together, holding each other, stealing kisses when we could.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I smiled up at him, shivering slightly from the sensitivity between my legs.
“Are you going to let me join you?” he asked with a smirk, his eyes roaming over my exposed body.
“Ask me that tomorrow night,” I replied, blushing as I headed to the bathroom.
After we both showered and finally settled into bed, I couldn’t help but gaze at him. My eyes traced the strong lines of his jaw, the soft pink of his lips, which were almost always curved into a smirk.
As usual, he caught me staring. “Staring is rude, you know,” he teased, poking my ribs playfully.
“I can’t help it,” I admitted, blushing as I buried my face in his chest.
“Don’t hide,” he growled softly, lifting my face to meet his gaze. “I like it when you blush,” he added with a smile that sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach.
“I don’t,” I confessed, shaking my head. “It feels like you can see right through me sometimes.”
“Sometimes I can,” he smirked. “But you’re getting better at hiding your thoughts.”
“Good,” I said, pleased that Seraphina’s lessons were paying off.
“I’m not so sure about that,” he teased. “I miss hearing your thoughts, especially when they’re about me. Speaking of which, there’s something you wanted to ask me.”
“How did you know?” I frowned in confusion.
“Just because I can’t read all of your thoughts doesn’t mean some don’t slip through,” he replied with a shrug, his fingers running through my hair.
“W-Well, you know I’ve never done anything like that before, and I know you have. I’m not exactly skilled or anything, but-” I began to ramble, only stopping when his lips met mine.
“You wanted to know if you were any good?” Dominic raised an eyebrow, his fingers tracing my reddening cheeks.
“Well, yeah,” I mumbled, embarrassed.
“You were absolutely irresistible, little mate. It only made me crave the rest of you. I wonder what else you’re capable of,” he smirked, his words sending a familiar heat pooling between my legs.
Before the desire could overwhelm me, a tired yawn escaped, breaking the moment.
“Go to sleep, little mate,” Dominic whispered, his voice soft as he played with my hair until I drifted off into a deep, contented sleep.
*
The next morning, Dominic had risen early for work, which likely involved interrogating Gabriel for information. His dedication was admirable, though I couldn’t fathom why anyone would willingly give up the comfort of sleep.
“Nobody seems to value sleep around here,” I grumbled, my voice thick with fatigue. I couldn’t comprehend why someone would pass up the luxury of sleeping in, especially when the bed was as comfortable as Dominic’s.
Dominic chuckled at my grogginess, his smirk both infuriating and endearing. “Good luck sleeping in,” he teased. “Seraphina’s in the kitchen, waiting for you.”
I groaned, rolling over in the bed, trying to muster the willpower to rise. The thought of facing Seraphina’s morning energy was daunting.
“Get your lazy ass up! I made breakfast, and I don’t just cook for anybody!” Seraphina’s voice rang out through the mind link, her tone leaving no room for argument.
“Seraphina,” I whined, “I didn’t get to bed until after midnight.”
“I don’t care how late you and my brother were up. That’ll teach you not to stay up all night doing God knows what.” Seraphina snapped back.
“Ugh, you know we weren’t doing anything like that,” I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn’t see me.
“Katarina,” Leona’s sweet voice chimed in through the link. “If you’re not down here in five minutes, we’re coming up there, and you know we won’t be gentle.”
“Fine, fine. But this breakfast better be worth it,” I grumbled, slowly sitting up.
Seraphina’s smug response echoed in my head, “Only the best for my future sister-in-law.”
“You’re just as bad as Dominic,” I muttered, wondering what I had gotten myself into with this family.
True to her word, Leona was at my door within minutes, her light footsteps betraying her impatience. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I surrendered as I caught her sneaking down the hall.
She stood with her hands on her hips, a smirk on her face. “Took you long enough.”
“Not everyone can just jump out of bed and be instantly awake,” I retorted, envying her morning energy.
“Well, you better wake up because we have shopping to do!” Leona chirped, her excitement infectious.
“Wait, what do you mean?” I asked, a frown forming as I followed her into the kitchen.
“The party tonight? You need something to wear,” she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“I have dresses,” I protested, though I knew Seraphina had probably already planned something special.
“Nothing good enough for tonight. This party only happens once a year, so it’s extra special,” Seraphina said, placing two plates of food in front of me.
My eyes widened as I took in the delicious spread before me-chocolate pancakes and a giant omelet. “You weren’t kidding about the food,” I mumbled through a mouthful of pancake.
“I never joke about food. Happy birthday, bitch,” Seraphina smirked, giving me a playful side hug.
Seraphina rushed me through breakfast, eager to have plenty of time for shopping. I complied, knowing she wouldn’t let up until I was out the door. Plus, she had promised we’d stop by a cafe for some much-needed coffee.
As we ventured out, it became clear to me that Raven would have absolutely loved spending time with Seraphina and Leona. They had that same infectious energy, the ability to make even the most mundane tasks fun.
The rest of the day was a whirlwind of trying on outfits, with Seraphina and Leona treating me like their personal dress-up doll. While it could’ve been overwhelming, I found myself enjoying their enthusiasm. They were determined to help me look my absolute best.
After what felt like hours, they finally settled on a dress for me. It was a slate-grey color, reminiscent of Dominic’s eyes, and shorter than I would typically wear. But with what I had planned for tonight, I wanted to look as alluring as possible. The dress had thin straps and a plunging neckline that showed off just enough cleavage. My favorite part was the thigh-high slit held together by delicate chains.
“Dominic is going to lose his mind,” Seraphina and Leona exchanged knowing smirks.
“Yeah, well, if he loses it in a bad way, I’m blaming you,” I teased, though a part of me was genuinely curious about his reaction.
Even with the constant outfit changes, I had a great time. We stopped by the cafe for lunch, and I reluctantly told Leona about my plans for tonight.
“Once he sees you in that dress, he might just drag you away and seal the deal,” Leona smirked at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“That means we need to get you something sexy to wear underneath,” Seraphina added, waggling her eyebrows.
Blushing furiously, I sputtered, “I don’t really do sexy.”
“Have you seen yourself?” Seraphina rolled her eyes.
“Plenty of times,” I replied, not entirely convinced.
“And have you seen the way Dominic looks at you?” Leona giggled.
“Well, no, not really,” I shrugged.
“Girl, he can’t resist you. I’m betting you could get away with just about anything,” Seraphina laughed.
After a slightly awkward conversation about lingerie, we headed to the next shop. If I thought trying on dresses was stressful, shopping for a bra and underwear with these two was even worse. I refused to model the lingerie for them, insisting that it had to be black-Dominic’s reaction last night made that clear.
After some searching, they found something I approved of-a simple lace bra and matching panties. Seraphina insisted on adding a garter belt to the ensemble, much to my embarrassment.
As we headed back to the pack territory, I noticed how unusually quiet the town seemed. “Where is everyone?” I asked, frowning at the lack of activity.
“Just working. Dominic’s been assigning extra guard duties and all that fun stuff,” Seraphina shrugged as if it were no big deal.
My mind drifted back to Gabriel, and I couldn’t help but wonder how the interrogation was going. “I wonder what Dominic’s getting out of Gabriel,” I mused, trying to push the dark thoughts aside.
“Yuck, torture is definitely not my thing,” Seraphina grimaced.
“Mine either, but I hope Dominic gets something useful,” I sighed. No matter how long we were apart, I always missed Dominic. I never seemed to tire of him.
The next few hours passed in a blur of lounging around and cooking lessons. Seraphina taught me how to make baked chicken, though I doubted I’d be able to recreate her masterpiece on my own. But it was the thought that counted.
After dinner, I became their dress-up doll once again as Seraphina and Leona took turns doing my hair and makeup. Once they were finished, I had to admit that we all looked stunning. Leona wore a baby-pink dress that complemented her tan skin and blonde hair, while Seraphina’s black lace dress made her eyes pop.
We sat at the kitchen island, each of us with a glass of wine in hand. This time, I was determined not to drink more than one glass.
“Little mate, I’ll meet you at the party tonight. Stick with Seraphina and Leona,” Dominic’s husky voice filled my mind, sending a shiver down my spine.
I smiled to myself, realizing just how much I missed him. “You’re not coming with us?” I frowned, disappointed.
“I managed to get something out of Gabriel. It’s going to take me a while to finish up,” Dominic’s reluctance was palpable, but I wasn’t afraid anymore. The bond between us had grown stronger, and I knew he’d do whatever it took to protect me.