Take Me

Wet warmth bloomed at her neck and shot down to her nipples, her belly, and her clitoris like little fingers tugging at her. The pleasure became intense all at once, at each of his pulls as if he could steadily wring another orgasm from only his lips at her neck.

The pleasure became too intense for him. His hold tightened almost painfully, his rock hard cock seemed to grow harder, longer. He hammered into her faster, harder until the sounds of pounding flesh and ragged breathing echoed around them. Growling deep, he wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her to him.

She shouldn’t like it. It was all so very wrong. But she never wanted him to stop.

Then his warm mouth locked tight to the wound on her neck and he planted his cock deep. Hot seed spurted in wet splashes inside her. He let out his release on a husky growl that reverberated down to her core. His fangs dislodged and he licked at the wound to seal it in lazy, wet strokes.

They caught their breaths as the aftermath started to creep in. Her mind still hadn’t returned to normal. She knew she should be ru

“So beautiful,” he said. “So perfect.”

One of his hands slipped up to caress her collarbone. His touch was gentle, lingering. He reached down and cupped one breast then the other before flattening his hand on her stomach and trailing it down until his fingers curled around his shaft still planted deep and firm inside her. His fingers caressed her wet swollen flesh, dipping and sliding along her lips and bud.

The sound of the front door opening and slamming closed was like a bucket of ice water thrown on her face.

In a flash, Felicity righted her clothes but she couldn’t quite keep the tears of hurt from coming to her eyes.

“How could you?”

It took even less time than she would have expected to see regret flash across his face. That alone felt like a blow to the gut. Stupid, but she supposed a part of her still hoped that after he’d taken her he’d do more than profess his love to her—he’d forsake Julia

His head jerked towards the front of the house at the sound of high heels coming their way.

“You know how I feel, Felicity. God damn it!” As if that made any of this better. As if that erased her shame or changed anything.

He pulled his pants up and with little adjusting managed to make his suit looked neatly pressed as if he’d just put it on. Even his hair looked freshly combed and smooth, not a hair out of place. She had no doubt how she looked though—like she’d just been fucked against a door.

He knew how she felt and even against her wishes he did it. He touched her. A tear she couldn’t contain slid down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, his face softening.

“Don’t cry, sweets.”

She couldn’t stand the endearment. Not now, not when her whole heart was breaking.

The footsteps came closer for which she thanked the stars. It helped her to get her bearings and move, no easy feat after feeling him inside her for the first time.

“Don’t ever touch me again,” she said. She meant it and she knew he heard the conviction in her voice. He’d never touch her again after that. She was done.

Quickly, she slipped behind the garage door. She knew she should flee but some masochistic part of her made her pause outside the door. She stayed and listened.

“Ah, there you are. I didn’t know if you were here still,” a warm, feminine voice said.

“Julia

She’d bet money that Julia

Not me, Felicity thought.

Another tear slid down her cheek. She wanted to sob but first she had to escape. She could never be around Dom again, no matter how much she loved him or what he promised. A part of her couldn’t help but think how fruitless her efforts would be. He would never leave her alone. He’d find her. It was his nature.

He didn’t love her. He couldn’t and still be with another woman.

And he was mating with her in only a few days.

Felicity raced to his SUV and shoved the valet about to get into the car. She pushed the young man away and growled. “Don’t!”

Then she got into the car and drove fast.

Chapter 18

Dom laid a kiss on Julia

“I hope you had a nice trip out.” Dom stiffened as he strained, listening for Felicity. Where had she gone? She couldn’t leave him now, not with unfinished business standing between them.

“It was fine.”

Dom gave Julia

“Business with Felicity Shaw?”

Dom froze, then slowly faced the woman he had to mate with. “What of her?”

“I can smell you both in the air. Just a few minutes ago you were inside her body.”

A flush marked his face. “That is very inappropriate to speak about.” For someone like Julia

She shrugged, her face still unreadable but pleasant to look upon. “I’m afraid I have a problem.”

“And what might that be?” His fists clenched. Felicity was getting away!

Her clear blue eyes flew to his. “I don’t want to mate with you.”

A heavy silence filled the room. Dom sucked in a slow breath as he processed this. “Excuse me?”

“I said I don’t wish to mate with you.”

“Yes, I heard that,” he snapped. Dom ran a hand through his hair. His body had sweat from taking Felicity and drops of perspiration licked at his skin. In jerky movements, he whipped off his suit jacket and gripped it in a fist lest he do something childish like tear it in half. “Why?”

She lifted a honey colored eyebrow. “You have no feelings for me. You have not attempted whatsoever to endear yourself to me. You have ignored me from the moment our engagement was a

“Call me Dominic,” he said automatically.

“I do not feel comfortable speaking to you so familiarly, Mr. Blackmoore.”

Dom reeled back in shock. Then, slowly, he laughed. The heavy weight that had been crushing his chest and shoulders lifted. He couldn’t mate with this woman. She couldn’t even call him by his first name. She was too traditional, too proper, too prim. Simply put, she was not Felicity Shaw. A strange, overwhelming joy grew inside him. Nothing would stand in his way of her now. Nothing. He would have Felicity Shaw. She would be his.

“I am sorry,” he found himself saying.

She nodded. “I will break off the engagement publicly.”

Dom frowned. “Your father will not like this.” Mr. Greenwich had been looking forward to the union of the two families with more gusto than anyone else. “If you break the engagement, there will be consequences to your reputation. I’ll do it and spare you. I will speak with your father.”

Julia