Page 27 of Hunted

“Anytime.” When Dominic spoke, his already low voice was hoarse and rough.

Her scent, he realized, enveloped him.

In the time that she had been living with him, Abigail’s perfume, her natural scent, of moss, roses, and cloves had become intertwined with his own.

In fact, Dominic was starting to find it difficult to pinpoint where he began and she ended.

And he wasn’t sure if that was a problem or not.

Just enjoy yourself, for God’s sake. Don’t overthink every little thing.

The stern voice in his head chided him as he thought about his growing relationship with Abigail.

The drive home was as silent and as amiable as it had been on the way to Simon’s Edge. By the time they were pulling into the Moonstone pack territory, Dominic realized he had been mostly holding hands with Abigail the entire way home, aside from the times that he had to change gears.

The air was warmer when they got out of the car.

The Moonstone pack territory was quiet, and Dominic knew everyone was busy with something. That was the way the pack functioned, after all. Everyone had their own job, and everyone took pride in finishing their work to the best of their ability. That was why the group dinners were such a big deal in the Moonstone pack. It was a way for everyone to bond after a long day’s work, and it was also a way for everyone to celebrate what they had achieved.

And all those little achievements, Dominic knew, helped the pack develop into a more prosperous and powerful pack.

“What will we do now?” Abigail was holding his hand, and looking up at him with her wide eyes.

Dominic swallowed as the air between them changed, becoming charged with electricity.

He wanted to kiss her then and there, and while the space around them was empty of any shifters, he didn’t think it was appropriate.

“Let’s go home.” He spoke without thinking. He only realized what he had said when the wide smile spread across Abigail’s face. “We can have dinner there, if you want.”

“I’m still full of cheese and wine,” Abigail said sleepily. She yawned widely as they walked hand in hand into his house.

Abigail sighed as they came to the bottom of the stairs, and Dominic watched as she braced herself to walk up the stairs.

“Come here,” he said and lifted her into his arms with ease.

Her face was in his neck while he carried her up the stairs. When they walked into the bedroom and he deposited her on the bed, she didn’t let go right away.

Instead, she pulled him toward her. Again, there was a spark of electricity in the air as their lips met. The electricity bounced between them, sparking and skittering off their skin.

Abigail removed her clothes first, her good arm around Dominic’s neck, and he pulled his shirt and pants off quickly, kicking his shoes aside.

His hands were traveling downward as they lay on the bed, kissing. Abigail arched her back, jumping slightly, when Dominic touched her between her legs.

Her inner thighs were becoming slick underneath his touch as he stroked her clit with his thumb and rubbed up and down her slit with his other fingers.

She moaned breathlessly into his mouth, and he bit down on her full lower lip, making her body jerk in response.

He pulled away from the kiss, and he could see the disappointment in her eyes.

She cried out when he pulled his hand away, but her body trembled when he replaced his hand with his mouth.

Dominic got down on his knees and kissed her inner thighs, tasting her heady, musk.

Again, the scent of roses, cloves, and moss swirled in the air around him. His sheets, Dominic realized, no longer smelled just like him.

Her arousal dripped onto the sheets beneath her, and her legs flexed as he tongued her clit and then slipped two fingers inside her.

He felt her first climax build in the way the muscles in her thighs spasmed. He felt it in the way she threaded her fingers through his hair.

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