Page 58 of The Sentinels

He owned me.

And I loved it.

I’d never thought that I was the kind of woman who would go for the supreme alpha male who was dominant in all things. I’d never thought that I would like to be controlled in the bedroom. Ace’s domination was not the type in which he treated his female like a slave, as if she were nothing and couldn't think for herself. Ace dominated me in a way that turned me on and made me feel special. Made me feel safe. He listened when he needed to, and acted when he had to. Sometimes I would test him by being stubborn, loving it when he turned all alpha on me. It often led to the best sex I'd ever had.

Raw and primal.

We'd been careful because he was still healing, but I'd already experienced the full effects of the moments when he lost control and went all in. He liked it rough, and I soon discovered that I did too. He was thorough. He was an unselfish lover. And I came apart in his arms. The orgasms he'd given me were intense and wildly satisfying, and nothing like I'd ever experienced before. He left my body totally and pleasantly exhausted, and my mind in a dreamy cloud of orgasmic bliss.

I knew that there had to be more than great sex in a relationship, and things seemed to be moving fast for us. But after months of denial on both of our parts, we were making up for lost time. When a Sentinel fell for a woman, he didn't mess around. It was fast, hard, and unconditional. I already loved Ace, we were halfway there.

My phone dinged, interrupting my thoughts and the coffee cups I'd been washing out. I glanced down to where my phone was sitting on the counter next to the sink. It was Bonnie. I dried my hands on a paper towel and reached for it.

U there?

Yea whatsup?

Just makin sure ur ok bfor we take off for Ft. Lauderdale.

Why wouldn't I b ok?

U seemed spooked bout something the other day.

I'm good. This is the weekend u tell ur folks, huh?

Yea. Excited! David's a little worried.

Why? They like him don't they?

They luv him! But he's worried they're goin to pressure us to get married.

Lol. Just keep their minds on the baby.

Lol. That wont b hard.

Let me know when ur back and we'll get together, k?

K. Talk to u then!

Bonnie was right, I had been spooked the other day, and I'd been thinking about my father ever since, praying that I didn't see him again. Bonnie was a good friend, but I didn't want her to worry about me. Mostly I didn't want her, or anyone else, to feel sorry for me, and that's what would happen if they found out what I was hiding. I couldn't bear the look of pity in their eyes, or worse, the condemnation of someone who blamed me for what had happened. I knew that that kind of thing happened to victims of abuse and molestation, because some people couldn't accept that it happened. It didn't make them bad people, but I knew that ignorance of the circumstances often led people to think the wrong thing.

"Baby."

I jumped at the closeness of Ace's growly voice against my ear. His arms snaked around my waist from behind, pulling me back against him. A sigh of bliss escaped my lips when I realized that he was naked from the waist up.

"My brothers are coming over for church. Can you make yourself scarce?"

I smiled and then sighed as pleasure zinged through me. Ace was nuzzling the back of my ear with his nose, his warm breath tickling my skin. A tingle traveled down my spine as I laid my head back against his shoulder. I loved that he couldn't seem to keep his hands off me. "You afraid that I'll hear something that I shouldn't?"

"Yeah. I don't want to put you in that position."

"I know how to keep a secret," I said, feeling my nipples harden against my thin tee. Just being close to Ace aroused me. I liked his hands on me. "Do you want me to make some coffee?"

He laughed softly. "Baby, we like the hard stuff when we're talking serious club business."

"Cheese and crackers?"

"Now you're just fucking with me," he grinned against my neck.

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