Page 54 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate
“Resources,” she scoffed. “While they’re being prepared for whatever sick ritual Xavier has planned.”
Dominic swerved off the main road onto a remote dirt track, partially obscured by overhanging trees.
The SUV bounced over the uneven terrain before coming to a sudden halt in a small clearing surrounded by dense vegetation. The area was private, away from the road and any inquisitive eyes.
“What are you doing?” Luna demanded, immediately reaching for the door handle.
Dominic unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned across the center console, essentially confining her to the passenger door. “I’m tired of your accusations,” he hissed, inches from her face. “I’m risking everything—my position, my pack, my life—to protect you. Show some fucking gratitude.”
“I didn’t ask for your protection!” Luna responded, but her voice quivered.
“No, you didn’t. But you’ve got it anyway.” His gaze dropped to her lips, full and slightly parted.
I want to taste her.
“Why?” she whispered. “Why risk everything for someone you rejected? Someone you hunted?”
The question hung between them, heavy with the weight of their shared history and all the pain that lay between them. “Because I was wrong,” he admitted, the words escaping his lips. “Because I’m trying to make it right.” Dominic’s wolf launched forward, demanding that he reclaim what was his.
“This isn’t about making anything right,” she continued, her voice quivering. “This is about guilt.”
“Is that what you think?” Dominic leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing hers. “That this is just guilt?”
Before she could respond, his lips came down on hers, devouring any protest she could have offered. She remained transfixed for a heartbeat before sliding against him, her hands fisting in his jacket, attempting to bring him closer.
Dominic snarled into her mouth, the sound coming from deep within his chest. His wolf howled triumphantly, and Luna responded with equal fury, sinking her nails into his shoulders through the leather of his jacket.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached down and unbuckled both of their seatbelts, then drew his chair back and brought her across the center console into his lap. Luna straddled him, her broad thighs bracing his hips, the position putting her core directly on his hardened length.
“Dominic,” she exclaimed as his lips left hers, trailing fire down the column of her throat. He nipped at the delicate point where her neck met her shoulder, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her tremble and grind down on him.
The movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him. He sighed and moved his hands to her hips, guiding her movements. He could feel her heat through the layers of their clothing, and it drove him crazy.
“Luna,” he hissed, slipping one hand underneath the large sweatshirt to reveal bare skin. She felt heated to the touch, soft and yielding under his calloused fingertips. “I need—”
Whatever he was about to say was lost as Luna kissed him this time, hungry and demanding.
Moon.
His fingertips stroked the underside of her breast, and she arched into his contact with a gasp that nearly sent him cumming in his pants. Her magic surged as his palm touched her breast, feeling the weight fill his grasp. It flooded over him in a warm wave, absorbing into his flesh and bones. Where it touched, the final traces of darkness that had been wrapping around his soul for years began to fade.
He gripped her tighter, and his movements became less controlled. He broke their kiss to pull the sweater over her head, exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes. Her figure was rich and voluptuous, with gentle contours and light skin that glowed with need.
His mouth went dry.
“Beautiful,” he muttered, dropping his head to press one bright nipple against his lips. Luna cried out, and her moan was better than any song he had ever heard. He lavished attention on one breast after another, using lips, tongue, and the gentlest scrape of teeth, until she was writhing against him, her hips making little desperate circles against his throbbing cock.
“Please,” she gasped, but he wasn’t sure that she knew what she was begging for.
Dominic slipped one hand between them, expertly loosening her sweatpants. “Lift your hips up,” he instructed softly. She obeyed, rising to her knees just enough for him to pull her pants and underwear down her thighs.
The position was uncomfortable within the limits of the car, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was getting more contact than they had now.
When his fingers finally went between her thighs, he was shocked. “Luna,” he murmured into her neck, “you’re soaked.”
“You caused this,” she responded, her voice breathy and strained.
He chuckled, the sound dark and promising. “I’ll gladly take the blame.”
