The Mating Game (6 page)

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you turn down one of my offers for that. She special?”

“Of course not,” he bristled. “I just thought that you have enough women here, I’d spare you the effort of taking so many numbers and trying to call them later on. I can handle one tiny woman all by myself.”

Samuel snickered and Dominic felt himself bristle again.

“Just don’t leave me the only unmated brother, okay? I’m already sick of Sophie and Josephine setting me up with every female in shouting distance. I don’t need three women around in my life pushing me to mate and settle down.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll merely be questioning her as to why her friend hacked into our security, and how she managed to get out of it. That’s all.”

“Friend?”

Dominic shut his mouth and glared at his brother.

Rolling his eyes and sighing, Samuel let it slide. “Whatever. Just call if you need a hand, okay?”

Nodding, Dominic returned to Mary. She was standing by their table, watching the other patrons and slowly sipping her beer. Dominic felt a large grin spread across his face. All night, heated images of ways he would question his unknowing captive had been torturing him, keeping his cock as hard as steel. With the myriad of naughty images flicking around his brain, and the huge toothy grin on his face, Dominic had never felt so much like the Big Bad Wolf.

Now and then, when a partner had broached the subject, he had dabbled in bondage. There was little in the right circumstance that he wouldn’t do, and even less that wouldn’t turn him on. As he drew closer to Mary, he noticed her ass was as delectable as that of the animated figure, maybe better, for this ass he could grab and use as he plunged himself into her.

She was shorter than he had expected. At six-foot even, he was the shortest of his brothers, and used to privately lament that inch or two he lacked—while publicly ribbing his brothers about the extra inch or two he had on them in
other
areas.

Drawing up next to Mary, he relished the feeling of power he felt towering over her. He felt like a conquering hero, like a warlord about to ravish the spoils of his war.

Dominic silently shook his head. His brain really needed a challenge. He had no idea just how wild his imagination could be. Maybe it was simply Mary bringing it out in him. Hastily, he discarded the thought.

Wrapping an arm around Mary, he bent down and nipped at her neck. She jumped, startled, but then melted into his embrace.

She was incredibly responsive to him. He felt his cock harden even more. This was certainly his lucky night.

“Did you drive?”

She nodded, tried to clear her throat.

“Come on, then. I hitched a lift with Sam. I’ll give you directions to my apartment.”

Leading them both out the door, he ignored the few women who tried vainly to catch his attention. Lost in Mary’s musky scent, enjoying the faintest whiff of tang he had been sure would become more and more present as he worked on her during the coming night, Dominic barely even registered the seductive smiles and pouts of the other women.

He only had eyes for Mary as she led him to her small car parked on the street.

Giving her the easy directions, within minutes they were again pulling up to park on the street. Neither of them had said anything much beyond the directions, and he was glad for it. Feeling as though he were drowning in her scent, Dominic wasn’t sure he could have coherently carried on a conversation.

Locking the car, he led her up into his den…apartment.

Chapter Five

Mary tried to control her excitedly racing heart as she waited impatiently for Dominic to unlock his apartment door. She could barely believe how eager she was to have sex with this man.

She wasn’t exactly a nun and had never pretended to be. Yet, when she thought back through her past encounters with men, her average record of uninspiring lovers didn’t make her Little Miss Slut-Puppy either.

With her most important question answered—kind of—the knowledge that he was a werewolf seemed rather secondary to the night of screaming, heart-pounding intense sex she intended to indulge in.

She was determined to wallow and enjoy tonight, make a million memories that could burn in her mind for the next few months. Stories she could repeat and wickedly tell her grandchildren when she was old and alone. Stories of how she was seduced by a werewolf, stories of how
she
seduced a werewolf and had one incredible night of screaming-to-the-rooftop, excellent sex.

As Dominic opened the door, stepping gallantly aside to let her enter first, she brushed her curvy body against his much harder, muscled frame. He froze, eyes widening. Mary felt that rush of sexual energy spread across them both again. Grinning, she stepped into his neat apartment.

Dominic flicked the lights on, and Mary took a quick look around. Neat and compact, it was obvious this was not his primary place of residence. The comfy place had the feel of a summer home, or winter residence, not that of a permanent home.

Turning back to Dominic, she watched him shut and lock the door behind them. When he turned and leaned against the door, smiling sexily, she decided to take the lead. Better to be the seductress. A part of her mind considered if she could take control sexually, it would be far easier for her to leave in the morning.

She sashayed up to him and pressed her body against his lean muscles. She felt her pelvis press against his hips, aligning his iron-hard erection with her eager pussy. Just as she imagined, his cock was long and thick, definitely eager to start. Stretching up to him, she pulled his head down to meet hers.

Gently at first, she pressed her lips to his. They were soft, she found, surprised. His lips were so soft they stole her breath. Dominic uttered a low moan, heating her blood.

Eagerly, she pried his lips open and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He was so hot inside! The damp, wet heat of his mouth beckoned to her, drew her deeper inside him. She swept her tongue over his, enjoying the slightly rough texture.

Mary wanted more. Still stretching up to kiss him, to explore his mouth, she ran one palm down his shirt, enjoying the hardness of his chest muscles, even through the thin fabric. Unsnapping his buttons, one by one, she soon had a small window of space to slip her hand inside.

“Are you the sort of girl to half finish a task?” he huskily murmured.

“Not at all.” She continued touching his heated skin, teasing and taunting him. “I’m merely a girl who likes to take her time and smell the roses as I pass by. Besides,” she teased him as she flicked one of his nipples, causing him to groan, “it’s not as if we’re in a rush, we
do
have all night, and I intend to enjoy my time, not rush blindly through it.”

Mary quivered at the appreciative laugh rumbling in Dominic’s chest. With her hand pressed against his warm skin, she could feel the chuckles, the muscle contractions along his pecs right down to his flat abdomen.

Mary’s curiosity suddenly overwhelmed her. She needed to see this man, not just pockets of his bare flesh. She finished unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it from his shoulders, she carelessly let it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap.

As Mary found her breath leave her body, she reminded herself she was a mature woman of thirty-five, not an eager virgin of eighteen. Dominic had broad shoulders, easily enough to bear the weight and worries of the world. His large, deep chest was perfectly muscled, not overly so like on many men who worked out too much at the gym.

His chest, just like his gorgeous face, was perfectly tanned. The deep brown sun-kissed skin flowed from his neck down over his chest all the way to his lean hips. His pants covered his body from the hips down, but Mary felt her mouth water at the thought of the continuance of both the tan and this man’s splendid body. The light dusting of practically black hair over his chest made him seem more masculine—not overly hairy.

As his wicked eyes and cheeky grin proclaimed, this was certainly a model of male perfection. If the glint of laughter in his eyes were any indication, he could certainly live up to the reputation his body was declaring.

Mary firmly held the notion in her head not to drool. She didn’t want to embarrass herself before her first taste of that skin, or before she could hold his rigid cock in her hands.

“Like what you see, love?”

Mary glared at him. “You know good and well any female with a pulse is attracted to your body. You’re lucky you don’t raise the dead with that tan and chest.”

“I think you’re being unfair.”

“How so?” she asked, still lost in the magnificence of his body.

Dominic grinned, confusing Mary even more, for an instant. “Here I am—shirtless and bare before you—whereas you are still fully clothed.”

Mary grinned and started unbuckling his belt. “Tell you what, big boy. I’ll undress you and seduce you senseless, and then you can undress and seduce me. We can take turns and cooperate.”

Dominic’s grin deepened, and Mary could swear she saw something wicked glint in his eye. What had he just thought of?

“Promise?”

Mary laughed, surprised at how easy it was to convince him. “Of course!”

“Then go for it, love. Just don’t forget your promise when it comes to my turn.”

Mary paused for a moment and then cast her doubts aside. After all, she was here voluntarily. She desperately wanted to seduce this man, to hold him in the palm of her hand and then deep in her mouth.

Hell, she wanted it all, and to do it right now. What could he possibly do to her except make her scream as she came?

Growing damp at
those
sorts of thoughts, she returned back to the task at hand. She had boasted she could seduce him, and damned if she would stand here drooling with so much beefcake standing half-naked in front of her!

Slowly, letting her hands caress each inch of beautiful bare skin they came into contact with, she began to unsnap Dominic’s pants. Ever so slowly, snap-by-snap, she released his body from the cumbersome clothes. She had to grin in smug satisfaction as Dominic quickly toed his shoes off, more than eager for her ministrations.

The tan does indeed extend all the way down
, she mused.
His flat abdomen, his slim hips, all perfect and divine.

So very carefully, Mary pulled the pants down his long legs, revealing vivid, fire engine red boxer shorts. Unexpectedly, there were no lewd suggestions on the shorts. If she had to guess, she would have expected something like “I’ll hose you down” or “Firemen leave ‘em wet” printed on the sexy shorts. Yet there was nothing on the shorts. Merely a taunting bulk proving it’s what is
in
the shorts that counts.

As Mary bent down lower to remove his shoes and help him step out of the pants, she looked up the length of his body to stare at his face.

His face had flushed, his eyes looked wild, and Mary had a sudden image of how she must look to him. With her red hair falling around her shoulders and her breasts trussed up in a black lace bra and very low-cut red top, he would have a perfect view down the depths of her cleavage.

She grinned wickedly, enjoying the momentary vision of how he must see her, practically kneeling in front of him in the supplicant’s position, breasts up in offering, her face right in front of his huge cock.

As Dominic hastily kicked aside the pants, Mary revised her plans. She had been going to drag him into his bedroom and have her wicked way with him, but something about the heat and glitter in his eyes had her rethinking her plans.

She knelt fully on the carpeted floor, catching her balance by grabbing the back of his thighs. She felt a momentary spurt of pride as surprise flared in his eyes. Surprise and heat. Having one up on this man was fun, but more, a challenge she adored.

“Mary—”

“Shhh…” she soothed, carefully pulling down the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts.

With barely a whisper of sound, they fell to the floor. They were a surprising, bright splash of color against the blackness of his pants and shirt.

Mary tried hard not to gape as his cock sprang free. Heavy and thick, it exceeded all her midnight fantasies and dreams. He stood proudly at attention, declaring for all the world to see how she affected him. For just a second she wallowed in the knowledge that
she
could turn him on, that
she
had brought this reaction to him—not some other skinny bimbo whom he would screw senseless and forget the next morning.

Teasingly, she puffed her hot breath over him, enjoying the slight twitches her heat brought to his cock. She could swear he was still growing thicker and longer, but up so close it could just be a part of her imagination.

“Mary—” he groaned, obviously reaching the point of no return.

Mary smiled. “Yes?” she panted, letting the heat of that one word flow over his cock. She licked her lips, moistening them as she looked up into Dominic’s eyes.

He could tell she was letting him watch her prepare herself to take him deep inside her mouth.

Drawing out that last moment until she knew he was about to drag her head closer to him, she smiled. “Are you safe?” she inquired, half listening but too eager for him to be truly worried.