Chapter Thirteen
Dominic
The door flung open and Dominic saw the look on his brother’s face: betrayal, hurt, anger. It was the same look that he was sure had been on his own face when his father had chosen Ronald over himself. His brother flung himself at Dominic, he could still feel the rips and tears in his own wolf as the two fought; years of anger tore through Dominic, letting every bit of betrayal and favoritism that he’d felt through his whole life be unleashed.
While Ronald was only fighting because of his anger of the moment at Dominic in bed with his fiancé, Dominic was fighting for far more than that. Hit after hit, the claws were striking his already disadvantaged brother. Dominic wasn’t even aware how much he was overpowering his brother, his own growls louder than Ronald’s whimpers until his brother lay beneath him, bleeding, the life drained from his wolf.
Dominic woke with a start, shooting upright on the couch, his eyes searching the room, disorientated. But the moment his eyes landed on Olivia it all came back to him.
“Are you ok?” She asked tentatively.
Dominic rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, I just…was having a nightmare.”
“Yeah… I could tell.” She was standing near the couch, and it looked like she wanted to reach for him, but Dominic didn’t want her touch. He was still too shaken from his nightmare to get close to anyone.
“I heard you, from the bedroom. You were thrashing around out here and growling. I thought maybe something was outside but when I took a peak I only saw you on the couch. Was it a bad one?”
“I… I dreamt… I killed my brother.”
Olivia’s eyes went wide. “Why would you dream something so awful?”
Still feeling exhausted, Dominic didn’t feel like hiding anymore, just for a moment, he felt himself weaken to her soft eyes. He moved to make space on the couch and Olivia took the subtle hint and sat down next to him.
“I did get into a fight with my twin brother Ronald. He’s always been the favorite of my parents and while I was never a perfect child, I would have been the better leader to take over when my dad is no longer king. But then he chose him.”
The memory was still burning inside of him. Reluctantly he told her the truth.
“He was engaged to a woman that was fit to be queen, maybe he loved her, I never really knew. But I seduced her and made sure he walked in on us in bed together”
Her jaw dropped. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I was sick of his perfect life and I just wanted to ruin it just a bit— just for a little revenge. Nothing was supposed to happen except he was supposed to get pissed off. But instead we ended up in a brutal fight, lost control and nearly kill him. I stopped just in time but it’s why my parents kicked me out of the castle. His fiancé left him after that and I was banished. Nothing good can come from hooking up with a woman in the pack, not when it would piss off someone so badly.”
Suddenly there was a pang of regret in his stomach, that what he had done was childish and wrong. He didn’t exactly regret it, but he didn’t feel good about it anymore either.
“Is that why you’re afraid to be with me?”
Without looking at her, he nodded.
“With Atticus…with my anger…it’s just too dangerous. It’s not that I’m afraid…it’s that I can’t be with you. It’s just not possible.”
He was sure she understood exactly what he was saying and would back away from him and the danger of him and Atticus’ wrath. But instead Dominic felt the warmth of her hand wrap around his, and he felt the tenderness, and something inside of him broke.
“I don’t care about any of that,” she whispered to him. “I only care about being with you.”
Some part of his wolf that he didn’t know existed and before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing her. Deeply. Fiercely. Dragging her body down to the rug where the fire crackled behind him.
The way she’d moved the other night when he’d gone down on her had been the biggest turn on of his life and he was going to show her how wild she made his wolf. Pinning her underneath his body, his hands were all over her, along with his tongue tasting and touching every inch of her that he could. He couldn’t get enough of her.
She pulled at his sweatpants, pulling him free where he was the hardest he’d ever been in his life. His fingers went under the hem of her long shirt and he could feel the heat between her legs, the dampness and he couldn’t wait any longer. By the look in her eyes, she didn’t want to wait either.
Dominic pushed himself inside of her, letting out a long breath of release at how tight and warm she felt. Olivia cried out underneath him in pleasure and he bit her lip, her neck, sucking at the sweet taste of her as he thrust harder and faster. The feel of her was incredible and he had no idea how long he could hold out. She clawed at him, scratching at his back and tugging at his hair. He wanted to feel her more, push in deeper.
Pulling back, he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck and leaned forward, pushing into her until he felt the both of them would break. Those intense thrusts did finally shatter her and she came all around him, her body pulsing as she screamed in pleasure. The look on her face from the power of Dominic’s body and what he could do to her made his own release hit him hard and fast. He pulled out of her as he spilled on her flat stomach. He was panting, looking down at her, and wondering what in the world had just come over him. How her body had felt so different to him…so… perfect… like no other woman has felt before.
He could easily get used to that feeling, a little too easily. Even though he was sure he shouldn’t fall into anything with her, he laid next to her on the floor by the fire and felt his body drift to sleep, her head weighing heavily on his chest. The smell of her hair, the touch of her fingertips, the easy breathing when she fell into her own sleep, it all puts him at such ease that he forgot for the night that being with Olivia was wrong. He was dangerous, being with her was dangerous, and both of them could easily get hurt or worse. As much as he didn’t want to admit how much he cared about her, he did care about her too much to let her get hurt. And he cared too much about the pack to lose them either.