Aching to be in her, Dominic stood upright, gripped her thighs, and angled her hips toward his cock. “Nothing better than fucking you while your taste is in my mouth.” Forcing the head of his dick past swollen muscles, Dominic slowly sank inside her. “Love watching your pussy stretch for me. There’s always that little bit of resistance for just a few seconds, but then I’m in you. And you always take every inch. I wonder how much of my cock your mouth can take.”

She gave him an imperious look. “You’ll just have to keep wondering.”

“Oh, I’ll have that mouth, Mila.” Dominic slowly and smoothly pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside her pussy, grinding his teeth at how fucking hot and slick she was. Just as slowly and smoothly, he buried himself balls-deep. Dominic groaned. “So fucking tight.” Resisting the urge to pound into her, he gave her yet another slow thrust. And another. And another.

Mila tried arching into his thrusts, surprised by his leisurely pace. Dominic was usually aggressive. Forceful. Unrelenting. She wasn’t sure she liked the change, because it was a hell of a lot easier to think of it as just sex when it was earthy and raw.

Fisting the sheets, she shoved her hips at him, hinting for him to pick up the pace. He didn’t. She teasingly squeezed his cock tight with her inner muscles. Again, he ignored the silent demand, letting out a throaty little snarl that made her pussy contract around him. She did not know what it was about that fucking sound, but it totally did it for her.

Never a quitter, she clamped her pussy down on him again. Still, though, the awkward bastard kept up that agonizingly slow pace.

Digging his fingertips into her thighs, he lifted a brow. “What is it, Mila?”

“Move faster,” she ordered. “Harder.”

He slowly dragged his cock out of her pussy, leaving only the head inside. “You want it rough?”

“Yes,” she bit out.

“Why?” He lazily thrust back inside her. “So you can pretend this is just fucking? It’s not, Mila.” He shuffled her up the bed as he knelt on the mattress. “You know it’s not.” Again, he pulled his hips back. “Don’t you?”

“Well—”

Sluggishly sinking back into her pussy, Dominic curled over her and flexed his hips, stabbing his cock so deep that her lips parted and agonized pleasure flashed across her face. “Feel how deep I am. I’m going to come while I’m this deep. Gonna make sure every inch of your pussy feels me and knows it’s mine.”

Mila’s heart jumped. “Yours? Look, GQ, you said yourself that no one’s made you feel possessive before. That’s all this is. The emotion’s so new that you don’t yet know—”

“No more of us pretending this is just fun,” he said, ignoring her. “No more of me leaving in the middle of the night. No more of you talking about going to Russia. We’re going to let this thing between us play out. We’re going to see where it takes us.”

“The arranged mating—”

“Won’t happen.” He swiveled his hips, wrenching a little gasp out of her. “The only reason the idea of it attracts you is that it’s not much different from a business deal. There doesn’t have to be feelings involved. He’ll take you as you are just so he can have the alliance—you’re okay with that because, no matter what you like to think, you don’t feel you can give everything you are to someone. Not yet. But the whole fuckup with Joel left you with a void, and you’re desperate to fill it.”

Mila wished she could argue with that, wished he was wrong, but she was terribly afraid that he wasn’t. “What if you’re right, and I can’t put my all into this? What if you can’t?”

“Neither of us are going to find it easy to be totally open. Maybe that will make this harder. On the other hand, maybe it will make it easier since we’ll both be able to relate to what difficulties the other is having. We’ll soon find out. Like I said, we’ll see where this takes us.”

“And what if it takes us somewhere good?” she asked, her voice cracking. “What if imprinting starts? Are you going to get scared of that? Are you going to run?”

“I’m not afraid of commitment, baby. If this takes us somewhere good, all the better.”

“What about your true mate? If I say yes and we later imprint on each other, I’ll be robbing you of something special—a life with your true mate.”

“The same thing would apply if you mated with that Russian asshole.” His wolf bared his teeth at the mere mention of him. “But, baby, I would never see it as you ‘robbing’ me of anything. I’m making the choice, here and now, to explore this with you. I’d be a fucking fool to walk away from it. I point-blank refuse to. I want to see where this can go. And so do you.” He gave her another slow thrust. “Don’t overthink this, Mila. There’s no need to. Just stay. Fuck Russia, fuck Maksim. Stay with me.”

Slipping his thumb between her folds, Dominic rubbed her clit just right as he thrust forward again and latched on to her nipple. The triple assault scattered Mila’s thoughts, making it difficult for her to focus. “Shit. Not fair.”

“Did you think I’d fight fair?” He lashed her neglected nipple with his tongue. “Stay with me.”

Mila swallowed as his hooded eyes stared down at her, glittering with resolve, possession, and a promise of . . . home, maybe? She couldn’t really describe it. But it was like he was holding out a metaphorical hand—an invitation and an offer. Her cat took a step toward it. And the part of Mila that had worried she’d never feel that she belonged to anybody after having missed her chance with Joel reached out to Dominic.

She tightened her grip on his hair, hissing. “If you fuck me over, GQ, I will plow your ass with a goddamn plunger—and I’ll make you like it.”

He chuckled, relief and masculine satisfaction pouring through him and his wolf. “That’s my girl. My Mila.” Pulling back his hips, he snarled. “Now you’re gonna get so fucked . . .” He slammed home, biting hard into her neck, growling as her pussy clamped down on him. Mine. Dominic hammered into her, keeping his teeth locked on her flesh, spurred on by every moan and gasp and whispered demand.

Curving her body into his, Mila dug her claws into his nape and shoulder. Every slam of his cock was pure bliss, winding her tighter and tighter. Making her burn hotter and hotter. She was so agonizingly close to coming, she shook with it.

Dominic’s balls tightened as her teeth scraped over his neck. He knew she wanted to bite him and leave her own mark. Could sense her fighting it. “Would you want to see me with another woman, Mila?”

“I always do. They flock around you,” she hissed, her eyes flashing cat. And he saw the warning there—the feline wouldn’t tolerate that shit.

“So make sure they know not to go near what’s yours,” he said. Sharp teeth dug down hard into the crook of his neck, acting like a whip of lightning to his cock. “Fuck.” Dominic slammed harder into her pussy, forcing his cock deep, making sure she felt him in her womb. Those teeth didn’t release him. No, they were locked tight on his flesh, and that only made it hotter.