Текст книги "Take Me"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Slowly, the heavy-ass were on top of him transformed back into a man. A naked man who’s hand and legs pinned Dom’s. Dom still held Zeke’s head in his hands. The man’s short beard chafed his palms.

Zeke bent his head, getting in Dom’s face then growled. “Back up, vampire, before I eat you.”

Dom understood it. The man was an alpha and Dom was in his territory at his home. No way would Zeke back away, but Dom wouldn’t let the man slide on his slight against Felicity.

Dom tightened his grip on the weres face, letting him know he could snap his neck if he wanted to. “Don’t talk about Felicity Shaw if you want to keep living.”

Zeke’s eyes wobbled left and right unsteadily, and then he snapped his teeth in Dom’s face, his hot breath panting on his cheek. “Move!”

Dom rolled out from underneath the were then stood in a smooth move. “No more attempts on my life or you’re going to find out just how many people I know, some who think weres are little more than big dogs. You leave me alone and you and yours won’t get to meet them.”

“Don’t threaten me, Dominic. You’d never get passed my people. We’re better than you.” The were paced naked and agitated, his fists curling then uncurling. His athletic body was coated in a sheen of sweat and splattered with mud and grass stains.

“I will win the presidency, Zeke. You would do well to remember that. It’d bode well for you to have me as a friend on the council; not as an enemy.”

Zeke snapped his teeth at Dom. “If you win.” He flashed a smile. “I have a feeling you won’t.”

Zeke’s smile made Dom tense. That was a knowing smile.

Fuck. Zeke had done something or he knew something. Something that Dom didn’t know.

“Leave her out of this. Women have no part in this.”

Zeke’s crazy eyes glowed brighter. “Women have everything to do with this. Now get off my land, vampire.”

Dom licked his lips. “Thanks for the snack.”

The alpha growled deep and loud in his throat. His guards tensed but Dom gave a mock bow and left with his team.

In Grayson’s SUV, they headed for home.

“The bastard’s crazy as they come. Capable of doing anything to win,” Gray said.

“Yeah,” Dom said distractedly. “He’s up to something. I need you to find out what it is. He’s got an ace up his sleeve or something he believes is an ace.”

“That man’s a whack job. I’ll stay on top of it.”

“He made an attempt on my life. Felicity was with me,” Dom said as an afterthought.

Deep lines ran across Grayson’s forehead as he grimaced. “She growing on you?”

“Fast and hard.”

Grayson sighed. “You need to decide, Dom. I already looked into her. She isn’t the type to play mistress to you.”

Dom rubbed the stubble on chin as he gazed out into the dark night. “Do you think it’s possible I could win the election without Julianna?”

Grayson sucked in a deep breath. “You’re seriously considering this?”

“Just considering all my possibilities.”

“It’s never been done,” Grayson said.

“It’s never been tried either,” amended Dom.

“I think it’s possible, but what the fuck do I know. I’m not in to politics, man. As long as she has her own campaign to back on. Something that the women vampires can believe in and go for. Her coming from a poor life might work to make people like her.”

“And if it doesn’t then I lose and Zeke wins.”

Dom hated little else more than losing. He always found a way to win everything he wanted.

“Fuck, I hate this. I want her, Gray. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

Grayson’s dark eyes grew shadowed. Damn, Dom hated seeing that look his eyes. His brother’s mate was a mess. His bruid was an alcoholic. She drank as if it was her full-time job. It hurt Dom to see his brother troubled but he knew there was nothing he could do. The struggled rested between Grayson and Anita.

“Take her and get it out of your system,” Grayson said.

Dom winced at the thought. It wasn’t like that. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to get to know her. What he wanted was more than just feeling her naked body against his, though he wanted that and would get it, soon. She seemed to have as much resistance to him as he did her. With luck on his side, the least he could do would get her in his bed.

“What if I take her and it doesn’t get her out of my system?” he asked softly.

Gray sighed, lit up a cigarette. He rolled down the window so the smoke flew out it in a stream. Dom caught the scent of poppy. Damn, it hurt knowing his brother had to lace his own hand-rolled cigarettes with that shit. It was the only way to help him get relaxed.

“Then you need to figure out what you want more. Her or the presidency.”

Dominic stared out the window lost in the thought. He wanted both. And he’d get both if it was the last thing he did.

“How is Anita doing?” Dom hated to ask.

His brother never wanted to talk about it. Dom hated that his brother had to gruel the burden alone. It’s how Gray preferred it. Said in the past that he didn’t want Dom and the rest of the family tied up in their problems. Dom finally left them to it after a while. Didn’t mean guilt didn’t eat at him over it though. Not when he wanted to help. But what help was there to a drunk who didn’t want to be fixed?

Gray’s frown had become permanent some time during the past ten years. After the second miscarriage, Anita had taken a turn for the worse. Dom couldn’t really blame her, and he didn’t think Gray could either. That’s why he didn’t push her to stop as much as he could. They were both clouded in guilt and pain.

Gray took a long pull on his cigarette. The red glow lit his lined face and stubble jaw making him look like an old cowboy sitting in front of a campfire about to tell a story.

“She’s the same. Or worse. Fuck, I don’t know. It’s one nightmare after the next.” He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck.

“Can I do anything?” Dom already knew the answer but asked anyway.

“No. Not a fuckin’ thing. Yesterday...” he coughed over the smoke, his voice turning raspy, “yesterday I came home to find her butt-ass naked on the living room floor and some vamp fucking her.”

Dom stiffened. Anita’s usual antics were comprised of vomiting, shaking, and falling over, needing to be carried everywhere, slurring, and sometimes hitting those around her if she had the energy. He’d never heard of this. She’d cheat on Grayson after all this time?

Gray caught Dom’s look and shook his head. “Don’t worry it’s not the first time. This was just the first time she had passed out during and he kept going.”

Dom started to speak but Gray held his hand out.

“I took care of it.”

“And the vampire doing it?”

Gray flicked his butt out the window and lit another one, the scent of poppy filling the car with its sweetness. “Don’t worry about it. I took care of it,” he said gruffly.

Dom bet he did. The man knew how to protect for a living but he also knew how to take life.

Grayson used to love Anita with an intensity that anyone who wasn’t blind could see. They fought sure, but they loved each other too much to let the fights bridge them apart. Then came the miscarriage. It had been hard, a brutal slice of pain that went through the whole family. But they had survived it, all of them. Anita had even started to smile again; her laughter came back after a few months. Then she’d gotten pregnant again and miscarried for the second time. That’s when she took to drink. Grayson’s life hadn’t been the same since.

The problem was Grayson blamed himself for her miscarriages. He still loved his bruid. He couldn’t let her go. He had tried to get her help, but she wouldn’t take it. Grayson was stuck between a shitty rock and another shitty rock. He’d live with her in this misery until the day he died. And there was nothing Dom could do about it.

Chapter 11

Felicity had been fast asleep before she felt the bed dip. Now, she popped one eye open, gasped, then scrambled to sit up. Didn’t move fast enough though. Dominic smiled down at her in the dark, captured her flying wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head.

“Hello, Felicity,” he said deep and low. His voice flowed over her like a gentle caress. He leaned into her and she bucked her hips at him to try to throw him off. He only smiled broader.

“What are you doing in my house?” She looked over her shoulder to try to peer into the hallway but he’d closed the door. And, she peered closer, locked it. “I am not giving it up to you,” she said, one haughty brow raising.

One corner of his mouth stayed cocked into a smile as he laid his very heavy body atop hers, nearly crushing her. “Give what up?”

“It.”

He gave her the look and she cursed. Of course he wouldn’t make it easy. “I am not sleeping with you.”

“Good because I don’t want to sleep right now. We’ll sleep later.” With a nudge of his knee, her legs spread open. With his other knee he did the same until her legs were spread and his hips pressed into her core. She gasped. The long, hard line of his erect cock pressed against her. An answered flood of wetness formed where he touched her.

His lips came down moving fast and she barely ducked her head to the side. Seriously, this was starting to piss her off. It might piss her off more if she didn’t really want to taste him again.

“How’s Julianna?”

He lips touched her cheek and stilled. “What?”

“Last I saw you ran off after her.” Leaving me behind, chilled and pissed off with arousal for you.

He lifted up enough to glare her. “I want nothing to do with her.”

“Then don’t mate with her.”

Fuck! Had she really just said that?

His eyes narrowed. Yes, she did.

His eyes started to glow and she shivered. He was losing control of himself. “You know I can’t do that.”

Yeah, she knew it. He was high and important and she wasn’t. She was nobody. He needed rich blue blood that everyone recognized running alongside him, not a woman who lied on her resume to get a job. A woman who had an eighty-dollar couch in her living room.

“Get off of me.” Her voice broke on that one declaration.

His eyes flared, but he moved off her. She didn’t waste any time and ran to the door. Without a sound, he crashed into her back, curving his incredible heat around her, and stilling her hand on the doorknob.

“Don’t leave. I just got back.” His voice sounded ragged, deep with emotion. It made her heart twist like a knife in her chest. He turned her around. Only then did she catch sight of the bruises and cuts across his face.

“What happened to you?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

She reached up before she thought twice about it, her hands cupping his cheeks where dark bruises had formed over his eyes. His nose had a bloodied cut near it, and his top lip had split open. The wounds would heal fast depending on how long ago he got them but still it made her ache to see him hurt.

Felicity sighed. “Come here.” She grabbed his hand and led him into her bathroom. She didn’t have a fancy en suite bath. Hers was halfway down her small hallway and only one person could go in at a time. She made him go in first then pushed him down on the toilet.

His eyes caught his reflection and two dark, arched eyebrows rose. “I didn’t know that bastard left any damage. I should have hit him harder,” he muttered under his breath.

Felicity moistened a washcloth under the faucet with warm water then set about getting the dried blood off his face. God, he had such a good-looking face. All hard angles, a wide forehead, a strong nose, and lips meant to be kissed...and bitten. Warmth flowed through her and she forced it down lest he smell her arousal. That just wouldn’t do. The man would have her down on the floor in no time, she just knew it.

“Who did this?”

He peered at her, his eyes heavy, hungry. That look pulled her lower body tight. “The alpha Zeke.”

“I’ve heard of him. They say he’s mad.”

“He is.”

Felicity took her time cleaning his face. She was close to him. He’d spread his knees but she didn’t stand quite in between them, just near. They were almost like a couple, almost.

“Why’d he hit you?”

“I hit him first.”

A smile tugged at her lips. “You hit the mad were? Maybe you’re the crazy one, Dom.” She rinsed the cloth under water then set back to work. His face was clean but she didn’t want this to end so soon.

Apparently neither did he because his hands caught her hips. The jersey pajama bottoms were no protection against the heat of his hands. She could feel it like a blast of heat from a furnace. His thumbs rubbed along her hipbone in slow, taunting circles that pulled liquid heat from between her legs.

“He said the wrong thing. That’s all.”

“What did he say?” She rubbed the cloth across his forehead then down over the stumble along his jaw. The man always had a perfectly shaven jaw but he must have had a busy day. The black stubble growing in on his cheeks made his naturally scowling face look positively sexy.

“Nothing.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. Finally, she’d cleaned his whole face and didn’t have a reason to tarry any longer. She stepped back and he let his hands fall.

I will not be disappointed.

She rinsed the cloth then dropped it in the hamper.

“I need you to move back in with me. This time we won’t be in separate rooms,” he said.

Her mouth went dry. She turned to leave, she had to get out here. She could not talk to him about this in such a close space. He sucked up all the oxygen in the room. She grabbed the door handle but his hands landed on the door on either side of her head. His body curled over her back.

“I can’t do that when you’re mating with another woman.”

He growled, the sound making her shiver, and then he buried his lips against her neck. Her breath caught as her breasts grew heavy at his touch. His lips nibbled, hot tongue sucked on her skin, hard enough that she knew he’d leave a mark. The slight scrape of fangs told her just how careful he was being so he didn’t bite her.

“I always get what I want, Felicity.”

“People can’t always get what they want, Dom.”

He cupped her hips, squeezed until he had her backside tilted into him. The steely press of his erection bit into her like a rod of burning steel. Her fluttery gasp fell on silent ears as he rocked his hips against her. Rubbed that hard shaft against her core. The thin pajama pants didn’t stifle anything. She felt every erotic inch of him.

“I always find a way to get what I want, Felicity. And what I want is you in my damn bed. I want inside your body.” His fingers sliding inside her pajama pants accompanied his guttural words.

He stopped an inch above her mound, taunting her. If she but said the word he’d do anything she wanted. “I want to lick you here,” he said, fingers pressed into her feverish skin. “I want you to sit on my face until all I can taste is you.” His fingers moved just an inch and then he was so close, his fingers curled into the crisp hairs of her mons. A moan bubbled out of her and her head fell back at his touch. She was so wet now, burning hot for him at his words and the images they presented. “I want your legs spread open so I can watch my cock slide into you. I want to see your wetness drenching my cock as I pull back out, and shove back in.”

His voice had gone so low she almost couldn’t hear him. His heavy breaths panted against her neck. His erection pressed into her, throbbed, and grew harder. Warm fingers dipped into her skin then slid another inch lower to cover her wet lips. He circled her wet bud in a gentle caress yet the touch brought forth a strangled moan from deep in her throat.

“Come with me. Say yes. Be mine, Felicity and I‘ll give you more pleasure than you’ve ever dreamed of. Together we’ll feel something that neither one of us has ever felt. Pleasure that only you and I can feel together. You know it’s here, between us.”

Deep inside she knew everything he said rang true. What they had between them was special, different. Yet, something stood between them and that something had the name Julianna Greenwich. “What about your mating ceremony?”

His hands stilled on her then abruptly his heat vanished. Slowly she turned around. His flushed cheeks could have been from anger, but she knew it wasn’t. Their sweet scents clouded the room.

“One day I’ll stop asking so nicely.”

She laughed at that. “And you’ll what? Attack me?”

He leaned in close, his eyes blazing with anger. “No, I won’t back off every time I touch you. I’ve been doing you a kindness. I could have had you many times before and we both know it. Every time we touch you grow so wet I can smell it. You ache for me as I do for you. Give me the answer I want or I’m done playing your game. We’ll play it my way, and I guarantee you I will win.”

Felicity swallowed hard.

Standing up straight with his bruised face and determined eyes, he crossed his arms to wait for her answer. Felicity wanted to please him. She wanted to give him the answer they both wanted, the one that would give them the pleasure that could explode between them. But she had values and just a little bit of pride.

“It’s either me or her.” She narrowed her own determined eyes on him and crossed her arms for good measure, mimicking him.

A devastating smile curled over his lips transforming his scowling face into something captivating. “Now we play my way.”

Before Felicity could ask what that meant a knock sounded at the door behind her. She jumped, letting out a little yelp before she opened it.

One of the guards stationed to protect her stood there. His face seemed to look perpetually grim as if he got paid extra to look fierce. His name was Graham, and he didn’t talk much.

“We just got news, Mr. Blackmoore.”

Dom flicked a glance to her then said, “You can say whatever it is in front of her.”

“Julianna Greenwich has disappeared. We believe she has run away. None of her family or friends has had any contact with her. According to the cameras at the estate, she was seen climbing the gate before jumping over it and running away empty handed at dusk.”

Felicity’s eyebrows rose to her hairline. The prim and proper Lady Greenwich hurdled the massive black iron gate? God she’d love to see that.

“She’s disappeared?”

“Aye, sir, so it appears. At your word, I’ll gather a team to find her.”

Felicity watched Dom, gauging his reaction. He looked stoic as ever. The man truly didn’t feel anything for Julianna. Then why not mate with me! she wanted to scream.

“Get Vas on it.”

Graham blinked. “I thought Grayson might be better for the job.”

“Just get Vas. Gray’s got a lot going on right now, and he’s working a case for me. Vas can take care of it.”

“Aye,” Graham said in his heavily accented voice. He sounded Scottish or maybe Irish when he spoke more than one word that is. “What’ll you like done with her?”

Felicity jerked her gaze to the giant redheaded man and stiffened. He meant her not Julianna.

“I’m taking her to my home up north.”

She could feel the waves of frustration roll off Graham. “That place is not nearly as protected. I don’t recommend it with the recent assassination attempt.”

Dom stepped forward and before she knew it, he had his arm wrapped around her shoulder and her body pulled alongside his. He did it almost casually...naturally. Why did it have to feel so good?

“It’s closer to the capitol so I’ll stay there. Just get extra guards for both of us and work with Vas to get a team to find Julianna. I want her back.”

Felicity stiffened and then jammed her elbow back into Dom’s side. He grunted at the jab. God, she couldn’t believe him. Shoving away from him, she ran.

“Felicity!” he yelled after her.

His man Graham wasn’t quick enough moving out of the way so he was thrown back into the wall as Dom stormed after her. Her wall caved in and debris exploded into the air to the ground.

Turning, Felicity glared at him. “You’ll pay for that! I’ll lose my security deposit over that.”

Dom tossed his head back to see what she was talking about and growled, his eyes starting to glow amber. A lick of fear raced down her spine. “I’ll fucking pay for it. I’ll buy you a new fucking house, and a new car. I’ll buy you anything you want. Just say yes to me.”

She was tempted, really, who wouldn’t be? Anything she could want. Admittedly, a lot filled that list.

But again her pride wouldn’t let her.

She shook her head.

“It’s me or her, Dom. You’ll hurt me otherwise.”

He froze and Graham’s gaze grew shuttered as he quickly backed away from this conversation, which surely even if he left he’d hear with his vampiric hearing. The front door closed behind him.

“I would never hurt you.”

She cocked a brow. He’d already hurt her in little jabs here and there. “When I’m with someone I’m with them one hundred percent. Only me and him. I don’t casually sleep around. When I want someone I want just them and I want the same in return. I do not want a man who has another woman who’s actually his bruid!”

Dom strode forward his hips having an extra kick to them. She clamped her hand on the bedroom door ready to slam it in his face.

“You want me,” he said in a low, slow voice.

Why did she feel like suddenly she was in a trap?

“Yes.”

His eyes stayed locked on hers. “I like the sound of that.” He cupped the back of her head then lifted her up to her toes so his mouth could slide across hers in a barely-there kiss.

“Then don’t go after Julianna. You don’t need her,” Felicity said.

A grim smile crossed his lips. “We both know I have to.”

Felicity found herself blinking fast. Mortification painted her cheeks red. She pushed against him trying to move away but he wrapped his arms around her waist. “What’s wrong, Felicity?”

“Let me go!” she hissed, her eyes blinking too fast as the hot moisture came.

“Sweets, please stop fighting me. What’s wrong?”

She hit him hard across the face.

He dropped her at once.

Dark, angry eyes met hers and she took a step back. He watched her and gave her a disgusted look.

“You need to explain yourself, sweets.”

“I’m sorry.” Tears wobbled in her eyes. She shook her head, unable to find the right words to explain the chaos inside her.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but get over it. I can’t mate with you. I’m mating with Julianna.”

He didn’t slap her in the face, but that was how it felt hearing those words.

He spun around and left her. The front door slammed closed after him. Felicity stared after him for moment, then slammed the bedroom door closed on him.

That’s it. She was done with Dominic Blackmoore.