Dominion (Alpha Domain #1) (13 page)

“Come here,” I said, opening my arms and hoping he would curl up to me for comfort like I had done with John a few hours prior.

Not a single tear fell, but he did let out a harsh, wavering breath as he started to curl up to my side. I wanted to ask him what happened and attempt to sooth his worries, but I felt my frown deepen when I realized that he wasn’t curling up to me.

He was curling
over
me—shielding my body with his own.

Confused, I laid perfectly still, allowing my eyes to drift close as he nuzzled my hair and whispered, “I won’t let them take you. They’ll have to kill me first.”

The fear his words caused wasn’t strong enough to battle the sense of safeness I felt in Allen’s arms and soon enough, I drifted right back into my dream.

“
W
hat’s going on
?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen and saw everyone leaning over the table. “This the map?”

“Yep,” Derek confirmed with a nod. “This is it.”

I looked to the spot on the map he was pointing at, noting with a grimace that it was right in the heart of their turf. It was going to take some careful planning to get in and out without drawing a lot of attention to ourselves.

“What happened at Monaco?”

Mason filled me in. “Allen made the offer to pay double—Dante declined. He really wants that girl and he’s given Allen twenty-four hours to deliver her.
Or else
.”

“So we’re primed to move.”

“Yep. The threat has been made and we’ll take the first leg of the fight to their turf come sunrise.”

A brief surge of panic rose in my throat. “The first leg?”

“There’s no way that we can attack a building of that size and not have a few escape,” Troy chimed in, ever the master of strategy. “We’ll have to do it quick—kill as many as possible, free the captives, then return here for the second wave. It’s unavoidable.”

“Fuck that. We’ll stay there—I’m not putting Amber in danger.”

“She already is. And she’ll be in a hell of a lot more if we don’t come back to defend her.”

There was a tense moment of silence where I begrudgingly realized that they were right. There wasn’t anything else we could do.

“Did you tell Allen this?”

A solemn nod. “He signed off on the plan. He wasn’t happy about it either, but he’s aware that this is how it has to happen.”

“We’re not leaving her alone.”

Mason raised his hand. “I’ll watch her.”

I raised a surprised eyebrow. “
You
? I would think you’d want to be as close to the action as possible.”

He pursed his lips and shrugged. “That’s typically true, but after what I saw tonight, I’d rather be as far away from that scene as possible.”

I quickly realized that he must have witnessed something at Monaco that reminded him of his owns demons and I couldn’t fault him for wanting to hang back. He’d be useful in the fight itself, but at least Allen and I could feel more secure about Amber’s safety with Mason than if we were to leave her with Derek.

“Alright, Mason will hang back. Derek—you’ll back up Troy and I’ll cover Allen.”

“Agreed,” Troy said. “Now, let’s discuss how we’re going to get in unseen...”

I
wasn’t
the biggest fan of sleep.

I realized that it was human nature to need sleep to function, but I typically tried to run on as little sleep as possible. Because with sleep came dreaming.

Dreaming, for me, meant nightmares.

Tonight was no exception.

A mere hour after passing out with my body protectively wrapped around Amber, I shot up in bed, covered in sweat and panting hard. When I realized I was still in my bedroom and not actually chained to a chair with a gun pressed to my temple as I was forced to watch Dante brutally raping Amber, I instantly relaxed.

“Allen?”

I turned to face the sleepy voice, watching as Amber cracked open her eyes and looked up at me with confusion. She was laying on her side and when she propped up on her arm, the sheet that had been covering her slowly started to slide down her body.

Even after the horrific nightmare I’d just endured, my dick still twitched at the sight of her naked in my bed.

“Go back to sleep,” I whispered hoarsely, swinging my legs off the bed and heading towards the bathroom to take a leak.

After I washed my hands and twisted open the door, I startled a little at the sight of Amber standing right in front of me, clutching the sheet to her chest with one arm.

“Are you coming back to bed?”

“I can’t sleep anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I’m prone to nightmares,” I answered honestly.

Her face softened and she stepped closer, pressing the sheet between our bodies as she wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me. I followed suit, hugging her back and reveling in the feel of having her so intimately pressed against me. I said another silent ‘
thank you
’ to both John and to the universe in general for bringing me to this point.

Even with all the bad—she was still here. Still in my arms.

And it will fucking stay that way, no matter who I have to kill.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

With a start, I realized she was asking about my nightmare and I shook my head fiercely.

“No. I don’t even want to
think
about it.”

She hummed her acceptance and turned her head to place a sweet kiss over my heart, making it beat faster in my chest.

“Do you want to hear about
my
dream?”

That sounded... interesting.

“Sure.”

“Come back to bed and I’ll tell you,” she said with a sly grin, taking hold of the sheet and staking a step back.

“Amber...” I started, trailing off when I realized I couldn’t find my voice to truly protest.

She huffed a little but seemed to understand, then I watched as her eyes lit up.

“I need a shower,” she abruptly stated, dropping the sheet to the floor and revealing her perfect body to my greedy eyes. “If you help me wash up, I’ll tell you about my dream.”

“Deal,” I croaked, more than willing to run my hands all over her soapy, wet body even without the extra incentive.

I followed her without a second thought, letting her drag me by the wrist back into the bathroom. She frowned at the knobs of my shower and I snapped into motion, twisting them on to the settings I liked and hoping she would enjoy it at the same temperature.

“You’re going to get your clothes all wet if you don’t take them off,” her breathy voice pointed out.

I quickly stripped, keeping my eyes locked on her face as she stared down at my skin as it was revealed to her. She had a happy smile on her face and soon, mine mimicked hers, the smile stretching across my lips without my consent.

Once I was naked, she stepped into the shower stall and I followed right behind her. She was already tipping her head back under the spray to wet her hair and it was making streams of water run down her breasts. The sight immediately called to me and I leaned forward, trailing down the wet path with my tongue until I reached her tight nipple.

But Amber pulled me back by my hair and whispered, “Wait. I want to tell you about my dream.”

“Tell me.”

“The three of us were on a beach,” she said wistfully, sighing with contentment as her eyes closed and she started to work the water through her long hair. “I don’t know where, but there was no one else except us. And we were all naked.”

I inhaled sharply, wanting to know more. “And?”

“And you and John had ice cream sundaes and you were taking turns feeding me.”

Startled, I stood up straighter and barked out a laugh.

“That really wasn’t where I was expecting that to go.”

Amber opened her eyes and grinned. “I’m not finished yet.”

My eyes hooded as I watched her hand slowly trail down her neck and shoulders, undoubtedly heading towards her tits.

“Every now and then, you would hold the spoon to my lips to give me a bite, but then you’d yank it away and drop it right here,” she said, her fingertips circling around her nipples. “Then you’d lean down and lick it off.”

“Like this?” I asked hoarsely, leaning down to swirl my tongue around her skin before sucking the pink tip into my mouth.

Amber moaned and grabbed the back of my head. “Yes, just like that.”

My cock throbbed painfully—already rock hard just from the tiny amount of details she had given me. And when she pulled me away again, it was clear that she hadn’t finished yet.

“But you see, Allen, I
really
wanted that sundae. It was hot fudge with whipped cream.”

“Your favorite,” I interrupted, looking up to see her surprise that I remembered such a trivial detail from so many years ago.

“Yes,” she said softly, her eyes becoming no less full of desire, but now also lit up with emotion. “My favorite. But you and John just kept dropping it on my body and licking it up yourselves. It was mean.”

I swallowed hard, wondering where she could possibly be going with this.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I got my sundae in the end. Want to know how?”

“Yes,” I begged, desperate to hear the ending.

She pulled me upright and leaned in close, like she was going to tell me a secret.

“With all the time you two spent teasing me, the ice cream was almost melted,” she said with a pout that quickly turned into a wicked grin. “So I took the sundae from you and made you stand up so I could dip your cock in the mess. Then I sucked it off.”

She squealed when her back was suddenly slammed against the shower wall, but it trailed off into a heady moan when she felt my cock grinding against her stomach.

“You’re such a little cock-tease, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hm,” she whimpered.

“You going to show me how you sucked me in that dream?”

She nodded rapidly, looking up at me with wide eyes as she begged, “Please. Let me suck your cock, Allen. I want to taste your cum.”

My eyes rolled back and a groan came out before I could stop it. She used my momentary brain lapse to push me back far enough to kneel on the floor and take my cock in her tiny hand.

“This is how I did it,” she said before her tongue swirled around the tip, then trailed all the way to the base.

The unfortunate scene I witnessed at the club briefly flashed in my head, but I shoved it away. This was different. Amber
wanted
to be here. She
wanted
to suck me.

I wasn’t Dante—I hadn’t forced this on her.

The way she moaned when I braced one hand on the wall and wove the other into her hair reminded me of that fact. When she finally wrapped those gorgeous lips around the tip of my cock and looked up at me through her dark lashes, I groaned with pleasure and she slowly started sliding down.

The way my girth stretched her lips was obscene and I imagined how it would look with blood red lipstick on those perfect, made-for-cock-sucking lips. I tightened my hold in her hair as she took half my length in her mouth and sucked hard, then pulled back before quickly rocking forward and retaking me in her mouth.

God damn. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

The only thing I had ever felt that was comparable to her mouth was her tight pussy, but she said she wanted to taste my cum, so that’s exactly what I was going to give her.

Once I came, I’d soap up her body and clean her. It was likely that doing so would get me hard again, then I’d take her against the shower wall and make her come all over my cock. Just the thought made me shiver.

“Amber,
fuck
,” I gasped as she rolled my balls with her free hand. They drew closer to my body as she played with them, her other hand working the base of my cock in tandem with her lips.

“Don’t stop,” I grunted as my hips started to move on their own accord, minutely pumping into her mouth. “I need to come. Make me come, baby.”

She made a questioning noise around my cock and I pulled my hand out of her hair and wrapped it around the fingers she was using to jerk me off. I showed her how I liked it—tighter, faster, and with the occasional twist—and within moments, I could feel my orgasm drawing close to the tip of my cock.

“Fuck, fuck,
fuck
...
Amber!
” I shouted as I released in her mouth, my knees shaking from the sheer force of the climax.

Her lips wrenched a tortured groan from my lips as she continued sucking and pumping her fist, drawing every last drop of juice from my cock and swallowing it. I leaned both hands against the shower wall to keep my balance as my hips stuttered forward, searching to go deeper as I continued to pulsate.

Once I finally stopped coming and she was satisfied with her job, she slid her lips off my cock and smiled up at me. I was panting heavily as I watched her slowly lick her lips, the sight sending almost painful surges of arousal back to my dick.

“Stand up.”

I backed away from the wall and tried not to wobble on my feet, resting my hands on her shoulders as she stood. I kissed her deeply, ignoring the taste of my cum on her tongue. I broke away and smirked at her dazed look, then turned her around until her ass was snug against my still semi-hard cock.

I grabbed a bottle of soap from the ledge and squirted a dollop onto my palm, immediately seeking out her navel and working up a lather before I allowed my hands to move north. She moaned as I ran the soap over her tits, her nipples hardening under my touch immediately.

When she tossed her head back and arched her chest to my hands, I started hardening as well.

I teased her for as long we could both stand it, gliding the soap all over her upper body and legs until the water started to lose some of its warmth.

As I reached for the knob to turn off the water, she swatted my hand away and said, “You missed a spot.”

I fought back the grin and asked, “Oh yeah? I thought I was pretty thorough. What’d I miss?”

Her hand gripped mine and guided it between her legs, resting my palm over the lips of her sex. I hummed against her neck as I slid my middle finger around her folds, purposely pushing down on her clit.

“My mistake. I did forget this part.”

Amber didn’t respond with anything besides a breathy moan, the sound taking my cock the rest of the way to full hardness. I angled my hips to rest it between her cheeks and slightly pushed forward, thrusting my length up and down the slippery area.

“I forget this, too,” I mumbled before pulling one of my soap covered hands back and gliding it all over her ass.

When I parted her cheeks and ran my fingers up her crack, pausing over the puckered hole, her entire body shuddered and her hand came up to brace herself against the wall.

It wasn’t my original intention, but I couldn’t fight the urge to see how far I could push her with this. I circled around the hole a few times before pressing the blunt pad of my finger right against the tight ring of muscle.