Текст книги "Take Me"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Chapter 20

I want you bare for me.

A little over two hours later Dominic’s words made Felicity shiver and it had nothing to do with the cool breeze blowing against her. Felicity was dressed, prepped, and looking fancy, if she said so herself. She stood next to Dom, their arms entwined as they arrived at Kensington house for the campaign ball.

And no, she did not wear panties. For him.

She’d left off the scrap of lace at his request; or, demand rather. That she didn’t wear anything between her legs had her blood simmering on the edge of arousal. She had so many questions to ask Dom, but she hadn’t been alone with him long enough to voice any of them. Not even on the car ride here, where bodyguards joined them in the SUV. No way would she ask about his order for her not to wear any underwear in front of a bunch of bodyguards with acute hearing.

Did he plan to check to see if she’d obeyed him while at the ball tonight? Her pulse spiked at the thought. Yes, she wanted that. For some reason, maybe because she was madly in love with him, Dominic brought forth all of her most wicked sexual fantasies; ones she’d never even known she had until she met him. Such as the fantasy she was secretly, achingly, hopeful he’d fulfill tonight—to pull up her dress and make her come with just his hand between her legs in a room crowded with people. Just thinking the racy thought brought a blush to her cheeks.

Felicity and Dom stood in front of a crowd of paparazzi outside of Kensington house. Other politicians with wives on their arms smiled at the flashing cameras, their faces stoic with a smile, before making their way up the stairs to the house.

Heavy-muscled bouncers held the paparazzi back. Some paparazzi human but most were vampires working for V-Society. The flash from cameras pointed their way shot a spike of fear down Felicity’s spine. She forget all about her fantasy. The time had come for her to get serious. She had to act the part of a politician’s wife. Inside this ball was the alpha Zeke running for president, the leaders of the were and vampire council and nearly a hundred of the most influential names of were and vampire families.

Felicity and Dom gazed out at the cameras, as his mother instructed, and let them take the first photos of them as a couple. Their faces would be plastered everywhere especially since Dominic rarely let photographers take his picture.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said.

Felicity’s lips twitched with a smile. It was the eighth time he’d said so in less than an hour. She wore a navy blue colored gown that rested off the shoulder. Her dress was made from a mixture of lace and silk and shimmering stones that covered her upper body like a corset and set apart the rest of the gown. Her shoulders and neck were completely bare, and Edwardo had taken her curls and used a clip made of beautiful white feathers and pearls to clip her curling hair atop the back of her head. The curls draped down across her back. It looked gorgeous and she knew it.

The material that covered the shell of her bodice turned into something much softer for the rest of the dress. The material rippled down her body, or at least that’s how it was sewn to look. The dress clung to her curves showing every dip and bend so she could hide nothing. Luckily the dress did something that made her butt look elegant and not huge. It even managed to hide the not-particularly slender belly she sported.

At her knees the dress flared out to form a round circle around her ankles so that the dress swished and moved with her as she walked. It was beautiful and timidly sexy compared to some of the other gowns she’d seen so far. Most importantly, she looked like a politician’s bruid. Edwardo had done her makeup giving her a smart but beautiful glamour. Her skin was bare of jewelry save for Dom’s heavy ring on her finger. And without a bra and panties, she was completely bare in her most private parts.

Dom still managed to outshine her. He made her look like a girl going to prom in a Wal-Mart dress in comparison. He wore a dark gray suit that had hints of navy in the lapels and seams. Just enough color so that they matched in a subtle way. His crisp shirt underneath was impeccably white, his bowtie navy and perfectly creased, and a cream handkerchief was tucked into the pocket of his coat. All of this he wore with a black overcoat.

They headed toward the stairs of the Kensington mansion but Dominic turned them to face the camera. This was it. With a practiced smile, he faced the cameras and put his hand at the back of her waist in a gentle touch. She put on her own, close-lipped smile as white flashes from the camera jolted in her face like little snaps of lightning.

“Dominic, any word on how your campaign is going?” one reporter shouted, trying to push past the large bodyguards that formed a wall to keep them out.

“Mr. Blackmoore is it true that alpha Zeke made an attempt on your life?” said another reporter.

“Is it true that you only recently met Ms. Shaw and that she’s already sharing your blood? Is it true she’s the reason you broke off the engagement with Lady Julianna Greenwich?”

At that, his hand stiffened at her side. His eyes followed the sound of that voice to land on a slim man wearing rounded spectacles. At the force of Dominic’s glare the man took a step back. He must have changed his mind because he stepped right back up, speaking even louder over the dozens of questions launched by the paparazzi.

“Ms. Shaw, how did you meet Mr. Blackmoore? Is it true you slept with him while he was still mating with Lady Julianna Greenwich? How does that make you feel? Are you using Dominic Blackmoore for his wealth?”

The hand at her waist tightened into a nearly bruising grip. Dom jerked her toward the steps and walked her into the house. She stumbled over her heels trying to keep up with him.

As soon as they were inside she hissed at him. “What is wrong with you? Are you trying to make me look like a fool?”

Dominic looked down at her and at once she saw the full force of his anger. “I wanted to kill him. I still might,” he said as an afterthought.

“What?”

“No one talks to you that way, Felicity. No one.” His jaw clenched and jerked as he worked out his anger.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay. Really, with you here,” she shrugged and smiled up at him. “I’m just happy.”

The lines around his mouth relaxed, slightly, and then he leaned down and kissed her. It was chaste and left her wanting something much deeper, warmer.

“Come on we have people to meet.”

Dominic led her down a short hallway where two sets of doors were open that led into an old-fashioned ballroom. The house itself was quite old. If Felicity remembered correctly, the house had been in the Kensington family for more than two-hundred years. Over time they had continued to make renovations on the home. What had started out as a ten-bedroom house now was a mansion the size worthy of the highest-paid actor in Hollywood.

The ballroom took her breath away. The floor looked handcrafted, like it was made of marble in cream and chocolate colors that formed a diamond shape that covered the entire floor. Up above the ceiling towered in a mighty dome where not one but three opulent chandeliers hung. Pieces of crystal hung beside the lights causing a shimmering effect across the walls and ceiling. Felicity couldn’t help but wonder how they dusted the chandelier.

With her arm tucked over Dominic’s she followed him into the room. Her stomach squeezed tight as he led them towards a group of older men. Gently inhaling she recognized them as vampires. At once, she put on her unimposing smile that Lady Blackmoore had taught her then quickly scanned their faces. She recognized them but her memory chose that moment to mash all those names and pictures of faces together. Her pulse fluttered. Panic surged. Breaths struggled to stay normal.

Just breathe, Felicity.

The one on the left had silver hair and a heavily lined face against pale skin. His name was Montgomery or maybe Charles. Shoot, she didn’t know. Her eyes quickly went to the man in the middle. He had dark, ebony skin with a smooth head and lovely brown eyes with a golden center. She struggled to place a name...David, Daniel, or was he Montgomery?

Panic built inside her as she searched the next two people’s face and only came up with more names but none of them seemed to fit the faces. Dom glanced down at her with an unreadable expression before he stopped her right in front of them. No, she wanted to say! Don’t take me to these men whom I can’t recall John from Joe. I’ll embarrass you.

“Gentleman, let me introduce you to the woman who strolled into my life and nearly wrecked it, Felicity Shaw.”

“Ah, right before the election. Pushing it a bit close, aren’t you Blackmoore?” said the dark-skinned man with kind eyes.

Dominic shrugged .

A blush colored her cheeks. She sent Dom a withering glare. “I hardly wrecked it,” she muttered then quickly sent the gentlemen a smile. Remembering Lady Blackmoore’s council, she bent her knees in a little bow.

The gentlemen chuckled at her sharp retort making her color even more. Surely she looked like a strawberry about now.

The man on the right wore his brown hair loose around his shoulders. He was tall and slender with a trimmed goatee around his mouth. “How are your numbers looking, Dominic? If you don’t pull this through, I’m going to have some very unhappy people on my hands.”

Felicity could feel the tension enter Dom’s body at the man’s question.

“Better. I’m going to win this.”

The man with the heavily wrinkled face took a step forward but didn’t bother to lower his voice. “Why is the Alpha still alive? He should be dead by now.”

“Rightly so, Montgomery. However, he has very well trained guards protecting him and he’s great at masking his scent. The only way we can find him is by tracking him to where we think he is then simply attacking to see if he’s there. I’m trying to keep the body count down, so I’ve told Grayson and Vas to make sure they know where he is before they attack. As you can see, he’s far too good at hiding.”

The dark-skinned man frowned, his eyes growing hard. “You have two days left. Two days, Dominic, and from what I’ve been hearing he’s going to take the presidency by a landslide.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“You can’t stop it,” the man replied. “No one can alter the votes without penalty of death. If he wins, he wins. He plans to allow same-sex matings Dominic, even between different breeds. Can you imagine the blasphemy? Male vampires and weres rutting together, sharing the most sacred of blood bonds in the world. It will be devastating.”

Felicity bit her lip to keep from speaking. It was not her place to tell this man how wrong she thought he was.

When she first heard the commotion coming from behind her she almost sighed with relief, but when she turned toward the sounds of gasps and excited chatter her blood froze over with ice.

Helena was here.

The stunning redhead with perfect, creamy skin and her pointed chin and upturned noise stood at the entrance to the ballroom with a smirk on her face. She met the crowds’ eyes in a personal challenge as if daring them not to let her enter.

She wore a daring black gown that looked glued to her body. How else could it stay up by only her breasts? The dress fell to the floor with a length of material trailing behind her. That length split to reveal one long, creamy leg clad in a black high heel that shimmered with stones.

After posing for an entire minute for everyone to take notice of her, an incredible man strode to her. That was the only way Felicity could think to describe him—incredible. Of course, she could only see him from the side and back but there was something too catching about him, a magnetism that fueled her blood in a way that only Dominic did. He had blonde hair with darker streaks that fell to the bottom of his neck in a wave. That wasn’t what had caught her attention. No, what had caught her attention was the way he moved...like a predator. Realizing that actually sent a spike of fear into her. This man could kill you. He would walk up to you as he was to Helena in that same, long-limbed, deadly grace and then he’d kill you with his bare hands. She could almost see it in her mind.

He stopped before Helena then, brazenly, wrapped his arms around her, bent her backwards over his arm, and kissed her for all to see. It wasn’t a timid kiss or even a sweet kiss. More like a lipstick-smearing, tongue thrusting, wet kiss meant to imitate the act he really wanted to be doing right now.

Someone nearby cleared their throat jolting Felicity out of her thoughts. Flustered, she felt the pressure of a gaze on her, of someone watching. Felicity stiffened as she looked up at Dom. At once an apology spilled from her lips at the deadly look on his face. No, not deadly, violent. He pulled his arm out of her touch only to lace his fingers with hers. Not in a nice way. His grip tightened enough to make her gulp.

Dominic had seen her making googly eyes at another man.

And he did...not...like...it.

“If you’ll excuse us,” he said to the gentleman.

Then he was pulling her towards the back of the ballroom. They followed a wall that lead to the back of the room where four doublewide doors stood which led into what looked like a balcony.

The grip on her hand was punishing.

A man spotted them and stepped forward as they neared. “Mr. Blackmoore, I’m glad to see you here. I wanted to discuss—”

“Not now,” Dominic growled and then they swept out of the backdoors onto a stone terrace that overlooked acres of land and one magnificent garden below.

Felicity had had enough of him dragging her about. With a vicious tug, she yanked her hand back then rubbed at the reddened skin. “What is wrong with you?”

Dom turned around on her, walking into her until she started backing up. “What is wrong with me? I wasn’t the one eye-fucking the man who’s running against me for this election and who is apparently fucking my ex-bruid.”

Oh. Shit. Felicity held her hands up. “Listen, I never saw his face so I didn’t recognize him and I surely wasn’t—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” he said very slowly. Scarily slow.

Felicity looked up into his eyes as a trickle of unease shivered down her body. “I’m sorry,” she found herself saying and meant it. She meant it not because she liked how he’d overreacted a wee bit here, but because if she’d seen him “eye-fucking” some gorgeous woman she’d probably have a much, much worse reaction than he did. Her reaction might involve a gun.

He stepped in close pushing her back into the wall behind her. He touched her waist then slid his hands around to her back as his cheek came down to press against hers. Inside she melted at the gentle intimacy, at the hug he gave her and wrapped her arms around his back to reciprocate.

“I am sorry. I’ve never seen an alpha before...they’re different.”

Those hands around her back stiffened. In a moment he crushed their bodies together, nearly bruising. He pulled back to look down at her and in his eyes she saw fury and something else. Something she couldn’t quite name.

“Don’t ever mention him to me again. In any way. Do you understand me?”

Her pulse raced at his low words. That something mysterious thing shimmering in his eyes put her on alert, made her wonder what he would do next.

“Yes, Dom.”

At her agreement, he nodded then let his eyes roam down to her breasts which the gown pushed up into rounded globes. It was a fitted dress and demure, yet as he stared at her breasts and they grew heavy and pinched. He made her feel like she wore absolutely nothing to block her from his gaze.

“I think it’s time to find out whether you listened to me or not.”

Thud, thud, thud.

Her heart raced like galloping horses. “What do you mean?” She totally hoped she knew she what he meant, because she had a wicked, exciting idea.

A moment later he grabbed her hand and led her to the far side of the terrace where a set of stairs went down below. He took her down them quickly, she struggling in her stupid heels, and he gliding noiselessly in his loafers. Now he marched her through the cut grass along the house then turned once they reached the side.

She was panting as she realized he’d led her to a more remote location. They were at the far side of the house away from where the paparazzi had been and where the valets parked the cars. This was the side of the house opposite the ball and thus any sign of life.

“Baby, I’m really sorry,” she began.

He crowded her gently back against the house. Every second of it she loved even as a lick of fear went through her making her edgy and hot. And yes, she could already feel herself growing wet. His eyes were dark and tense. The look blazed out from them but was more subdued. Anger still clouded him. Anger that she’d liked the look of another male to stare. She really did feel awful and understood the need to mark her that was driving him right now. In fact, she relished in it.

His kiss came swift and hard. His tongue swept past her aroused fangs to suck her tongue into his mouth. One arm banded around her waist so she couldn’t get free as the other tugged down the top of her dress. One breast spilled free and he captured it. Fingers found her nipple and pulled. She cried out but his mouth caught the sound as he played with her breast, squeezing and tugging her until the wet heat between her legs grew unbearable.

She gasped against his lips, “Dom, please!”

He released her breast but he didn’t give her any reprieve because his wet lips surrounded the hard peak. Teeth scraped her, latched on gently then pulled with enough bite that her hands fisted his jacket as her entire body tensed. She was trembling with arousal. Flushed, hot, and needy.

“Dom,” she breathed.

He pulled back from her breast, his gaze locked on her hard nipple, wet from his mouth. The chilly breeze blew making the tip pucker more. She moaned. Her breast felt so heavy and full while the other light from being ignored. She wanted to tell him to touch her other breast but knew he wouldn’t like it. He was in control right now. He needed this, to remind her of who he was and what he could do to her.

“If you ever look at another man like that again, Felicity,” he said as he stepped back and slowly started to pull open his belt and unzip his pants, “your punishment will be a lot worse, sweets. Now lift your dress so you don’t ruin it and kneel down.”

Her body pinched with need. She was flooded with arousal between her legs. Without the panties on she could feel her lips sliding against each other as she stepped forward, leaned over, and started tugging her gown up. It was a lot of material but as she pulled to her knees she knelt before him with his help. Once her knees were in the cushioned grass he reached inside his pants and pulled out his hard, throbbing cock. The tip was wet with arousal, and he looked hard enough to hammer in a nail. Completely unbendable, and hard as a damn rock. And she wanted it inside her so bad she cried out at the sight of it.

“Dom—” she began.

“Shh,” he ordered, grasping his cock at the base. He opened his legs into a wide, masculine stance as he captured the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his cock. He rubbed the tip over her lips, spreading his taste across the seam. “Open up and suck me. Remember who you’re mating to, sweets.”

Her eyelids drifted shut on a moan. As if she could forget him. Ever.

His shaft filled her mouth on a plunge. He began rocking inside her, gently fucking her mouth. He filled her mouth full, forced her to hard through her nose. She brought her hands up to grab onto his hips for something to keep her steady.

She inhaled his rich, delicious scent making her mouth water more. He groaned above her and moved deeper inside her, nearly hitting the back of her throat but not quite. She moved her tongue against him, swirling, and kept her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as he worked himself between her lips with ragged breaths.

“So beautiful,” he said, a rasp. “So sexy. You belong to me, Felicity. To me!” With that proclamation, he thrust deep and held himself there. He was so deep she thought she could barely stand it but then he cupped her jaw and neck, rubbing her in a gentle caress. “Shh, relax, baby, you got me in that beautiful mouth. So sexy, all mine.”

She did as he said and relaxed, letting her jaw open and surprisingly he pushed even further inside her. Then the grip on the back of her neck tightened and he thrust himself away from her leaving her teetering for a moment before he grabbed her waist and helped her to stand.

“It’s time to find out whether you listen to me or not. Are you bare, baby? Are you open and wet for me? You want my cock, don’t you?”

He backed her up into the wall, his hands fisting her gown and lifting it higher and higher. He paused with it at her thighs.

“Don’t you?” he said.

“Yes! Yes, Dom!”

He made a masculine sound then lifted her gown up to her waist. He simply stared down at the spot between her legs with a dark, hungry look. “Good, good girl. You listened to me.” A finger trailed down her patch of hair making her gasp and spread her legs for him. He nodded his approval and that one finger became many as he slid them down and cupped her. “Wet and hot, sweets. So damned soft too. You have any idea how good you feel around my cock? Fucking perfect. The perfect little pussy for me.” One finger slid inside her.

She fisted his shirt, wiggling her hips against that lone finger wishing it were longer, thicker. “Dom, please,” she begged.

That finger thrust lazily in and out of her. His mouth closed around her bared breast. Those sexy lips clamped around her nipple and pulled back until little shocks of pleasure ricocheted throughout her body. Only then did he release her.

He kissed his way up her collarbone to her neck where he licked her. The action made her body freeze, or at least, still as much as it could for arousal still left her with a fine tremble.

“Dom?” She arched her neck in question. Would he take her blood again? Her sex clenched around his fingers at the thought.

He mumbled as his lips played against her tender skin. “You like that, don’t you? You like my bite? My fangs buried deep in your neck as I fuck you?”

“Y-yes,” she said, stifling a moan. She moved her hips trying to get more contact but he kept his palm from touching her clitoris, kept only that finger filling her over and again.

Suddenly, his touch and heat were gone. Her eyes flew open but they didn’t have to because he wasn’t leaving her. No, not at all.

In a flash he had her up against the wall in a tight hold, his hands cupping her ass, and her legs straight as his cock slid between her thighs. She ached to spread her legs open but as she started to move he shook his head no.

Staring into her eyes with that intense, hungry look, he bent his knees putting his erect cock at her entrance, and then as he stood he filled her slow and hard. The pressure was too good, too hot. With her legs practically closed, she felt tighter, wetter around him. She could see that he felt it too for his eyes faded into black, inky recesses as his length filled her to the hilt.

“You’re mine, Felicity.” His hips retreated then slid back in.

She cried out, trying her best to muffle the sound but it was so hard when all she wanted to do was scream his name. “Yes, baby. I’m yours.”

He held her in an uncompromising grip. No matter how much she squirmed, he would not let her move her position. He started thrusting then as he stared into her eyes. Her back jammed into the house and she knew she’d have red marks there afterwards.

She let her head fall back as he speared his steely flesh into her tight, moving faster but not harder. He never quite hit the sensitive bud hidden beneath its hood but she was so aroused that with enough thrusts he’d make her come. And she couldn’t wait.

Wet lips found her throat and she had only a moment for her eyes to fly open before she was pierced. It happened that fast.

He filled her with both cock and fangs. One drinking from her, one filling her. Heat suffused around the wound as he drank from her. His movements became harder, faster like that of a rutting beast. Flesh slapped against flesh as he speared her with his shaft, conquering her wet folds like a savage.

Her climax rose swiftly. The combined pleasure from the bite and from the sex was too much. Then suddenly his bite disappeared, his cock gone.

Breathing in ragged gasps, she stared at Dominic in confusion then looked down to see that in fact his cock still jutted from his tight hips. His fangs were two hard pints protruding from beneath his upper lip.

“What are you doing?” she said, squirming with the need to release.

His head cocked as he gazed at her. Then he kissed her. It was slow with heavy with thrusting tongues that reminded her tenderly of what he’d been doing to her.

Then his cock was at her entrance again, and he pushed his way inside and began hammering into her wet sheathe—his movements quick, deep.

“Ooh!” she cried out, her head once again falling back against the wall.

His mouth went straight to her throat as if it’d beckoned him. Only this time he was at the other side. She felt two sharp points graze her a moment before he sank in deep. Blood rushed from her. Her skin became so sensitive it nearly hurt where he touched her. Her sex clenched and shuddered as it worked its way up to an immense peak.

She tried to rock against him, to push her mons against his pelvis but she barely stood on her tiptoes. He kept his knees bent as he fucked her so he controlled everything she felt.

The grip on her bottom pinched in a deliciously rough way. His mouth pulled back and when he spoke it was a gritty rasp against her throat. “So fucking tight and wet for me baby. This is your punishment. I’m going to fill you up with my seed and when he sees you, he’ll not be able to look at you without knowing that I had plundered your pussy. That it was my cock in your mouth, and my bite at your neck. You’re mine.”

There were no words. None that she could speak for he pounded into her, their damp flesh making a symphony of erotic sounds in the night.

Hot agony boiled deep in her belly. His thrusts tantalized little nerves inside of her triggering something that promised to be cataclysmic. Even though she couldn’t really move she undulated the best she could.

“Oh, god!” she cried out.

She was going to come, from this, from only his penetration.

Low in her belly a tremble began.

Then his mouth crushed hers, bruising as he kissed her.

He pounded into her as his lips broke the kiss and he let out a shout into the night. He pushed to the hilt and Felicity felt his stiff cock spurting inside her. Hot splashes filled her as he came.

He pulled out slowly and the peak she’d been climbing towards dissipated like receding fog.

His ragged breathing was a balm to her sad heart. “You didn’t let me finish.” She felt like crying. She’d been so close and he’d done it on purpose. He was proving a point to her. He’d taken her mouth, touched her between her legs, fucked her, and even bit her. But he wouldn’t let her come.

He right his clothes. She was much slower to do the same.

“I love you, Felicity. But if you ever look at another man like you did the alpha, it won’t be your pussy I fuck.”

A quiver of...arousal raced through her.

His eyelids lowered. “You like that, don’t you?”

She bit her lip to keep from saying anything. Her entire body still burned with heat. A flush covered every inch of her and she was so wet between her legs she’d probably ruined her gown.

She looked down at herself and realized much of her hair had come out of the barrette. Her upper back was scratched, her bare knees had grass stains on them, and she had his fluid seeping out from between her legs. She squirmed at the wet, tickling sensation.

“Give me your hankie.”

A slow smile curled his mouth making him look positively devilish in the night. He handed it to her.

“What?” she snapped.

His eyes smoldered as she lifted her dress and cleaned herself. “I’m getting hard just watching you clean yourself.”

She ignored his words. Did not want to go there. She nodded to the handkerchief helplessly. He grabbed it, crumbled it into a ball, and pocketed it. “Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s our pleasure. I must say the kerchief is much more interesting now than it’s ever been.”

Her lips twitched with a smile but she quelled it. “I want to come,” she said, realizing it was a whine.

His lips lifted into a smile and then he kissed her before leading her back to the party. “I’ll take care of you, later.”

“That’s not fair,” she muttered. It could be hours before they got back to the house.

“It’ll be even more intense since I’ve left you hung up.”

Her eyebrows shot up at that. “Oh, well I suppose if that’s the case...”

His laughter caressed her ears.

Felicity followed Dom back to the party, and even with the obvious signs of what they’d been doing not one person said a word. Oddly, she found herself holding her chin a little bit higher with his scent marking her, his bite apparent on her neck.

She was Dominic Blackmoore’s mate. And she wore the evidence with pride.