Chapter 33:
Dominic’s POV:
I was taken aback by Makenna’s words, and that didn’t happen often.
I never imagined this woman to be so perceptive. Instantly, my view of her shifted. The sex slave I had pegged as crude now appeared to possess a sensitivity I hadn’t anticipated. She had read me like an open book.
She wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t planned on helping her initially. To me, she was just a beautiful plaything, not worth my effort.
Truth be told, I had only gone toe-to-toe with Bryan and Clayton for her that day because I wanted to snatch up what they coveted.
So, when I stumbled upon the scene, I only intended to watch the spectacle and kill some time. But then, something caught my eye.
A lowly sex slave dared to challenge the future queen of Lycan. When she picked up that stone to bash her opponent’s head, she transformed from a meek woman into a fierce warrior. I was drawn to her in that instant.
And I had to admit, she was undeniably captivating.
As I gazed at Makenna, I found myself lost in thought. Her lashes were long and curled, and those eyes of hers… they seemed to weave a spell when they met mine. Her skin was as smooth as silk, flawless under the light.
I could see she was scared, but she buried that fear, refusing to show weakness. Her eyes were filled with a defiant stubbornness. She even had the nerve to turn me down. She was a far cry from the women who usually fell over themselves trying to win my favor.
More than that, the scent of her body stirred something primal in me, calming my restless wolf.
Realizing this, I felt my gaze darken, heat pooling low in my belly.
I tilted her chin, letting my thumb glide over her soft skin. For a moment, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
“You are brilliant,” I murmured, a rare compliment escaping my lips.
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Watching the mix of stubbornness and fear on her face, I added with a smirk, “And now, you’ve made me want you even more.”
Without warning, I captured her lips. Ignoring her attempts to pull away, I forced my tongue between her lips, tasting her.
Makenna clearly hadn’t expected that. Her eyes widened in shock before she began struggling in earnest.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tight as I indulged in the sweetness that was hers alone.
Her scent grew stronger, more intoxicating, fanning the flames of my desire.
She fought me with everything she had, moaning in protest. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, fueling the fire burning within me.
My hand wandered upward from her flat belly, finally resting on her breasts.
I cupped one in my hand, relishing the feel of her tender flesh. Her breasts were so soft, so inviting, that I found it hard to pull away.
But then, I noticed the marks on her skin—bruises and kiss marks left by another man. A surge of anger coursed through me.
Without thinking, I tightened my grip, my fingers kneading her flesh as if trying to erase those offensive traces.
“Hmmm… Hmm…” Makenna struggled harder, but it was all in vain.
I toyed with her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch, trembling in the cool air, looking so vulnerable.
I couldn’t resist the urge to keep playing with her soft breasts. My fingers pulled and pressed her nipples, and I could feel her resistance start to wane. Her breathing grew heavier.
Lust made her even more alluring.
I had always prided myself on my self-control, but in that moment, I was dangerously close to losing it. Just as I was about to take things further, I heard footsteps approaching.
Makenna seemed to snap out of it, her eyes widening in sudden clarity. Before I could react, she shoved me away.
Caught off guard, I stumbled back, my hold on her slipping. By the time I realized what had happened, Makenna was already fleeing, her figure growing smaller in the distance.
I watched her frantic retreat, but I didn’t give chase.
Instead, I lifted my hand to my nose, inhaling the scent she had left behind. It was just as sweet, just as enticing, as when we first met.
A smile tugged at my lips as I whispered, “Makenna, this is only the beginning.”
