“Dom,” she whispered, hands finding his hair and holding on.

Ever so slowly he sank a finger inside her, moved as he swirled his tongue around her tender clitoris like he had all the time in the world. It felt so good it hurt.

“Oh, baby, please.”

She had no idea if it was a plea for him to stop or to continue.

The pace picked up and when he shot her over the edge it was short and sharp like the point of a blade. She cried out, body shuddering beneath him, his name a whisper on her lips. As the waves still trembled inside her, he climbed up and sank hard and ready inside her. She opened up to him and let him have her. He claimed her body, heart, and soul.

“Love you,” he said against her throat a moment before he bit her.

This time wasn’t for her, yet it was so beautiful and perfect. She held on to him with open arms and legs as he surged inside her moving faster and harder. When he finally tore away from her neck and groaned, spilling inside her, she was right there watching it happen with a kiss on his lips.

“I love you, Dominic Blackmoore.”

He kissed her back and that night she fell asleep with Dominic Blackmoore sprawled across her body, the taste of him on her body, and had never felt better.

Chapter 27

A week came and went.

Dominic and Felicity hardly left the bed.

They acted like two newly mated couples though they’d yet to actually do the mating part. Whenever Felicity broached the subject of mating Dominic would find some way to shut her up, by either distracting her with his vein or with his talented mouth. It wasn’t fair, and at the end of the week she found herself struggling in turmoil.

Why didn’t he want to talk about mating? Why was he hiding around it? What if he didn’t want to mate with her anymore?

They explored each other’s bodies, and he never ceased to surprise her with how intense their lovemaking was. However, just because they had a great week together, a stress-free one where they finally begun to grow accustomed to each other, did not mean he could keep something so important from her.

She made her decision. Today she would make him tell her what was going on. If this was some kind of sick punishment then she wanted to know so she could end it. As it stood she’d been with him for one long, glorious week without interrupting phone calls, brothers, work, or bodyguards barging in. Just her and Dom together for one great week.

Naturally, having such a great week made her wary that something bad was going to happen. After all, good things rarely came without steep prices for her. Felicity decided to face this day like she might a job interview. She showered and dressed putting on her game face.

Now she stood wringing her hands outside his office where he’d closed the door. She couldn’t help but stare at the door. It was the first time the door he’d shut the door since she arrived. What did it mean? And why did she have that nagging sensation in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong? She heard a low rumble and cocked her head to the door, bringing her ear closer so she could hear better.

The sound still came out as a low rumble which meant he had to be whispering or at least trying to keep his voice down. What was he hiding from her?

He said he loved her. He said he still wanted her, that he forgave her. He said he’d find other work there was always other work, so then why did sweat bead along her brow?

“Come on Fel it’s now or never,” she muttered under her breath.

 She didn’t hesitate any longer and turned the handle. It didn’t move.

Shock hit her first. He’d locked her out. She stepped away from the door, staring at it as if it’d slapped her. Then she heard his voice speaking something rapidly and his steps coming to the door. As soon as he opened it she said, “Who were you talking to?”

His brows shot up, a grin curled his lips. “Hello to you too, sweets. Come in. I was just having a phone call, business.”

She followed him in, scanning the place like she might find something suspicious. It was ridiculous but she did it anyway. “What kind of business?”

A moment, then, “It’s nothing.”

“Are we getting mated or not?” No more beating around the bush for her. They’d done enough of that all week long.

He paused, not even bothering to turn around, just paused on his way to his desk. “Why?”

Not the answer she wanted. Her heart stopped beating. Oh god, she knew it. She knew something was wrong. It hurt to speak. “I’ve been asking you for a week now and I’m done playing games. You’re keeping something from me. I know it.” He turned around. “I want you to tell me what it is. No, I need you to tell me because if you’re going to break my heart then do it now.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise.”

She jerked, stunned. “What’s a surprise?”

A slow, devastating smile formed as he crossed his arms and sat on the corner of his desk. “I was planning the mating ceremony, flying in your mother, sending out invitations to only select people, though we can’t keep out people if they want to come and I was going to surprise you.” The smile he sent her was taunting and mocking.

She glared. “You need to work on that.”

“Work on what?”

“Hiding things from me.”

His smile slowly died. “It was a surprise, sweets, nothing more.”

“Yeah, but this sneaking around all week had me worried and getting more worried by the minute. I appreciate the surprise, I think, I mean, yes, I do. But you could have dropped some hint so I wouldn’t have been worried that this was going to end in a break up.”

He stood. “A break up?” he said slowly. He came towards her. “A break up?” he repeated. “You and I could never...break up. After all we’ve been through. After our failed attempt at mating before, everything we’ve been through since, you really think I’d let you go?”

“Just promise you’ll work on it.”

He bit her earlobe catching it with his teeth and tugging. “Promise. Do you have any idea how much I love you?” This he said while cupping her cheeks, his face closing in on hers.

“I have an idea,” she said, soft as a mouse.

The corner of his mouth turned up. “How about I show you.”

“That sounds great.”

His grin turned into a soft laugh as he did just that.

The crunch of tires over gravel brought Felicity’s head snapping up. She glanced down and saw Dom still asleep on top of her from where they’d had their rather vigorous lovemaking on the floor of his office. He was still inside her, still hard.

“Dom, get up! Someone’s coming!”

He grumbled something then snuggled deeper, planting his face in her neck.

Grunting and wheezing she pushed and squirmed under him trying to free herself. “Dominic, get up!”

“Sweets...no,” was all he said.

Half-laughing, half-freaking out, she heard the vehicle stop then the sound of a door slamming. “I’m telling you someone is here.”

“I know,” came his sleep-heavy voice again.

“What do you mean you know? If you know then get off of me.”

A low rumble came from his chest then he leisurely lifted himself up into a push-up just as the doorbell rang. Felicity pushed at his shoulders, laughing.

“Get off of me. I haven’t seen another living person in a week.”

He smiled. “Tired of looking at me already?”

“No,” she said in a soft voice.

“Fine,” he said leveraging himself off her. “It’s for you anyway.”

“For me?” She didn’t wait to hear his answer. She pulled on her clothes and raced for the front door, throwing it open. Her jaw dropped but she quickly clamped it shut. Then she wasted no time in slamming the door shut. However, the man on the other side simply stuck out his hand so the door bounced off. “Dom!”

“There’s no need to get all snippy with me now, darlin’. I mean, really, after all we’ve been through? I practically raised you.”