Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Full of Him
Elara
The door locks behind us and the click goes straight up my spine.
My legs are still shot from the RV, that weak jelly feeling that won’t quit. Dominic already has me by the waist, pulling me toward the bed like he thinks I’ll run if he lets go.
Our coats hit the floor. His Canada Goose, my scarf, my boots thunking against the wall.
Then his scent hits me.
“Half an hour,” he says, voice low. His hands move over my hips, fingers digging in. “That’s how long I had to think about what I was going to do to you.”
I can barely breathe. His eyes are already glowing at the edges.
“Now we’ve got all night.” He cranks up the heat and turns back to me. “Told you I’d make it up to you.”
He cups my face, runs his nose along my neck and breathes in deep.
Then his mouth finds mine. Different from the RV. Slower, like he’s tasting me instead of taking me.
My knees hit the edge of the bed. His arm locks around my waist and I fall backward with him following me down.
“You’re still shaking.” His lips brush mine. “That good in the car, huh?”
I don’t answer.
“Tell me.” His mouth moves along my jaw. “I want to hear it.”
“Yeah.” My voice comes out thin. “But I want more.”
His eyes light up. “More?”
I pull him down by the back of his neck. “All of you.”
He makes a sound, half laugh and half growl, and pushes me flat against the mattress.
“You’ll get it.” He looks down at me. “But first.”
His hand moves to my stomach and stops there.
“What?”
He’s quiet for a second. “What if we made a pup tonight?”
I stare at him. Everything I’ve been told my whole life comes rushing back. Half blood. Not good enough. Don’t even think about having kids.
“I’m mixed,” I say. “The pup would be too.”
“So?”
“People would talk. Your pack, the Council. An Alpha King’s heir being half blood?”
“Then they answer to me.”
“You can’t fight every elder in North America.”
“ I’m the Alpha King. My word is law. Any wolf got a problem with my pup’s bloodline, they bring it to my territory.”
“They’d have you,” I say slowly. “And me.”
I wait for the fear to come back. For the voice that says I’m not good enough.
It doesn’t come.
All I feel is him. His hand on my stomach. His eyes on my face. His certainty bleeding into me like heat.
“Then yes.”
He freezes. “Yes?”
“I want your pup.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me.
I watch the gold spread into his eyes, slow and then all at once.
His scent fills the room, thick and possessive and so full of want it makes my stomach tight.
“They’re gonna have everything,” he says, voice rough. “And they’re gonna be loved. More than anything. I swear it.”
“You sound pretty sure.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “Because I know what I’m putting in you. Lycan blood. Alpha King blood. And you’re stronger than you know, Elara. Our pups are gonna be unstoppable.”
Then his mouth finds mine and I feel everything he can’t say.
I break the kiss. “Prove it.”
He does.
His mouth moves down my throat. My collarbone.
He pushes my sweater up and takes my nipple in his mouth and I gasp, still too sensitive from before, every touch hitting like the first time.
I reach for his shirt. Buttons scatter. His skin is hot under my palms.
He strips the rest off me. When his body meets mine, it’s like a current passing between us.
His hand slides down between my legs. When his fingers find me, I gasp.
I’m still wet from the car, still open and ready, and he knows it. He doesn’t tease.
He bottoms out in one thrust. No slow build. No teasing. Just him, all of him, filling me completely.
My body clenches around him, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness, and he groans.
“Tight,” he mutters. “Always so fucking tight.”
He doesn’t wait. He starts moving right away. Hard and fast, like he’s been holding back for hours and now he doesn’t have to anymore. His hips slam into mine, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper. “Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to.”
He grabs my hips and angles me differently, and suddenly he’s hitting a spot that makes me see stars. I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Right fucking there,” I gasp.
“I know.” He grins down at me, that smug Alpha grin. “I know this body. I know exactly where to make you fall apart.”
He proves it. He keeps hitting that spot with every thrust, hard and deep, and I’m already climbing.
Another orgasm hits me fast, my back bowing off the bed as I come around him.
He doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, and the overstimulation is so intense I can barely breathe.
“You’re gonna come again,” he says against my skin. “I want to feel it.”
I want to tell him I can’t, that it’s too much, but my body doesn’t listen.
The next one builds before the last one even finishes.
It crashes over me harder, ripping a scream from my throat.
He follows right behind. He buries himself deep and I feel him pulse inside me, hot and full, flooding me from the inside. He keeps thrusting, milking every drop into me.
When he finally stops, we’re both panting. He’s still inside me, still pulsing. His release pools deep in my belly, warm and heavy.
Then something warm trickles down my thigh.
I look down. Then look away, face burning.
Dominic follows my gaze. A slow smile spreads across his face.
“That good, huh?”
I shove his shoulder. “Shut up.”
He laughs and scoops me up before I can protest.
As he lifts me, more of his release drips out of me. I feel it running down my legs, warm and thick.
A few drops hit the floor in quick succession.
“Made a mess,” he says, looking down at the trail. “I like it.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead, then carries me toward the bathroom.
