Chapter 103: Dominate Me (2)

Ravyn POV

Who knew?

Who knew Jude Faolan could bring her this intense pleasure? Who knew that he could dominate her in a way that, she was fairly sure, younger Alphas might hesitate to do with their mates?

Many Alphas could be domineering as far as the pack was concerned, but they'd soften completely around their mates. That was what mates were for, after all. She remembered how Jiro had treated Garnet as if she were made of delicate crystal. Dane had been the same with Lilia. Oh, they were still Alphas and probably took charge in the bedroom, but not like this. They had only been mated for three years. 

Maybe that was one advantage of being older and more seasoned. Jude was completely comfortable with his deepest, most secret desires. Unafraid to act on them. Unafraid to awaken hidden, dark, delicious yearnings within her. 

Her hands pinned above her head, she writhed beneath Jude, joined with him, as he slowly caressed her with his hands, lips, and tongue, leaving trails of heat everywhere. His teeth nipped her repeatedly, marking every inch of her. 

Why, oh, why hadn't Lilia–or Anneliese, not known for her shyness–told her how deliciously erotic a shifter's bite could be? Maybe daughters weren't meant to share certain things with their mothers. But she and Lilia had always been open with each other. 

"You know … I've seen Lilia, Anneliese, Azandra, and the others with bite marks over the years," she murmured. "I knew the significance … I just never knew how addicting it could be."

Jude raised his head, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Addicting, hmmm?"

His strong white fangs grazed her tummy, hard enough to make her gasp in pleasure-pain. 

"JUDE!"

He growled, "Say my name again."

"Jude!"

He grunted in satisfaction. "I promise you, you'll scream my name over and over before dawn."

She closed her eyes as the ecstasy rolled over her, with Jude knotting her and buried inside her.

"No." He nipped her harder on her shoulder. "Eyes open. I want you to watch everything I do to you. I have a large mirror in my bedroom at home. You've seen it. When we're back home, I'm going to take you facing the mirror so you can watch us together. Watch how gorgeous you are when you lose yourself in pleasure."

Shuddering all over, eyes open, Ravyn tried to make sense of wanting to be dominated like this. Submitting to Jude in this way felt primal, deeply emotional … and, in a strange way, right.

"Would you like that?" he prodded.

There could be only one answer, even if she didn't quite feel ready. "Oh, yes."

He smiled charmingly. "You're a little nervous about it. Ravyn Rolfe Faolan, shy?"

Flushing, she said, "There are some things I haven't tried. Actually, many."

He gently kissed her. "That makes me happy. It's a joy to know I can initiate you into delights you never even dreamed of. So, tell me." A command, to be obeyed. "Tell me something you haven't tried and always wanted to explore. In the bedroom." He grinned wickedly.

She was going to be blushing permanently at this rate. Her mind blanked.

"Ravyn, you can think of something," he prodded gently. "Anything. It doesn't matter how silly it seems … or what people might think. You know shifters well enough to know that we embrace our wildest desires."

She said the first thing that came to mind. "Lilia and Dane enjoyed making love outdoors by a river. So did Azandra and Kyon."

"We can do that while we're celebrating with the family over the next few days. And we can cross 'making love in a human king's study' off the list."

Ravyn snorted with laughter. "How could I forget?"

"Oh, sweetheart, we'll remember that and we'll tell all our grandchildren when they're old enough."

He smirked. "So, making love by a river. I could get into that. Maybe by that river where we swam on the way home to Greywolf City." 

"It's a lovely spot," she murmured.

"And I like the idea of finding a shallow area and making love to you half in and half out of the water," he said huskily. "Or going to an inn with a hot spring and finding a private corner …"

Her heart raced, and her mind was entranced with the possibilities. "And … and maybe playing with me in the bedroom?"

He whistled, low, his salt-and-pepper eyebrows shooting up. "How did you know I keep a chest full of sex toys?"

Ravyn's eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't. No wonder Emer walked around looking so happy."

With a wistful air, he nodded. "She was open to that. She liked that. It doesn't bother you–sharing something that she and I enjoyed very much?"

She smiled gently. "Look at me. Do I look like it bothers me?"

He growled appreciatively. "You are the most incredible woman I could have found to spend the rest of my life with."

Burying his hands in her hair while he thrust more deeply inside her, he sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Panting, sweat rolling down him, his face glistening, he looked wild and untamed. Untamable. She reveled in the way he pounded into her, and she screamed, "Jude!"

He bit her neck again as his hands roamed over her body, mapping every spot that made her tremble. "Say my name again," he growled.

"Jude!"

"Beautiful. So d*mn beautiful. Say it again."

Flinging her head back, she howled at the top of her lungs as she came, "JUDE!"

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Jude POV

So responsive. So open. Ravyn was a treasure. One he intended to spend the rest of his days exploring and thoroughly appreciating. He held her tightly as she rode the waves of pleasure. 

He was a goal-oriented man. And he set himself a goal: to find every possible way to worship Ravyn with his body and bring her pleasure like nothing she'd ever imagined. 

The possibilities were endless. 

So aroused by the erotic visions, all starring the woman in his arms, he shouted loudly as his control snapped. He sailed over the edge, his body shuddering with an earthquake of pleasure. As he came, her name burst from his lips.

Afterwards, he lay on top of her, gasping, still dizzy from his release. He'd never come that hard, never lost himself so completely. 

He loved it, and couldn't wait to do it all over again.

She lay quietly beneath him, her arms around him, his head between her breasts. He pressed a soft kiss to those rounded, lovely beauties, then to her forehead. Slowly, he moved off her to lie beside her, gathering her in his arms once again.

"You're going to be the death of me," he mumbled.

Ravyn had a smile in her voice. "Maybe I shouldn't get too ambitious in those secret desires, then."

In mock offense, he snarled, "I can keep up with you."

Her hands caressed his hair and he moaned at her touch. The caring, gentle feeling of her fingers stroking his hair was unlike anything else he'd ever known.

"But that isn't playing fair," he whispered.

Smugly reveling in her feminine power, Ravyn stroked his back, the touch that had been wanton and hungry moments before now tender and loving. "You can handle it."

"Hmmm. I suppose I can. If you still submit to all my demands until dawn."

Happily, willingly, with wild abandon, she did exactly that.