Page 51 of A Cobbled Conspiracy
“Does it? Or does it just mean I got lucky?” I pressed, unable to stop myself. “How many other communities have you and Blake destroyed? You only made the choice you did because your plan to seduce a convenient omega turned serious for you. You and I both know it.”
The silence stretched between us, heavy and damning. Dominic’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles went white. I could feel his fury building through the bond, a dark wave of alpha rage that made myomega instincts scream at me to back down, to apologize, to stop pushing.
But I couldn’t stop. The words kept coming, driven by weeks of suppressed doubts and moral horror.
“That’s what I was, wasn’t it? Convenient. That's why you disappeared for two months. You were preparing to abandon ship when things got complicated—because I was nothing but a means to an end that happened to become inconveniently personal.” My voice was shaking now, with anger and hurt and the terrible certainty of what I was saying. “You’re a bastard,” I breathed.
Dominic’s smile was sharp and predatory, all alpha dominance and barely restrained violence. “I’myourbastard,” he said, and then his hands were in my hair and his mouth was on mine.
The kiss was claiming and desperate, full of five days of bitter distance and unresolved conflict. I tried to pull away, tried to maintain my anger, but his pheromones were flooding the car’s interior and I hated that my body still craved him, still responded to his touch despite knowing how our relationship had really begun.
“I hate that you don’t feel guilty,” I gasped against his mouth.
“Good,” Dominic said, his hands already working at my belt with practiced efficiency. “Stay angry. I want to feel how much you hate what I’m capable of.”
“You’re ruthless and calculating and—” My protest was cut off as his hand wrapped around my cock, and coherent thought became impossible.
“I’m effective at getting what I want,” he said, his voice rough with satisfaction as he felt how hard I was despite my fury. “Look how your body responds to me, even when you’re trying to hate me. You’re already leaking for me, baby.”
His thumb swept over the head of my cock, spreading the evidence of my arousal, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my throat.
“That’s it,” Dominic growled with dark satisfaction. “Tell me again how much you disapprove while you’re dripping wet for your bastard alpha.”
“Fuck you,” I managed, but my hips were already moving into his touch.
“No, sweetheart,” he said, his other hand sliding around me with predatory efficiency. “I’m not giving you my cock. I’m going to make you come while you tell me what a monster I am. And I’m not going to take anything for myself—I just want to watch you fall apart for me.”
His hands pulled me closer until I was all but straddling his thigh, the steering wheel digging into my leg. The position put us face to face in the cramped car interior. One hand kept working my cock while the other moved lower, fingers brushing my tailbone before pressing against my entrance with confident possession.
“You want this,” he said, his steel-gray eyes boring into mine as he pushed one finger inside me. “You want me, even knowing everything.”
“I hate that I want you,” I admitted with a snarl, my voice breaking on the words as he added a second finger, finding that spot that made me arch against him.
“I know,” Dominic said, his thumb working over the head of my cock while his fingers moved with deliberate precision. “And I love that you can’t help yourself. Just look how wet you are for me.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly and my body clenched at the sudden emptiness, a soft whine of protest escaping my throat. He held his hand between us, my slick coating his fingers and catching the dim light as it dripped down toward his palm. He held my gaze as his tongue swept across his fingers, a low rumble vibrating in his chest that made my cock throb harder against his palm.
“Delicious,” he said.
I released a shuddering breath. “Asshole.”
His mouth claimed mine again with bruising force while his hands mapped my body like territory to be conquered. This wasn’t the careful tenderness that usually characterized our intimate moments—this was all teeth and demanding fingers. Dominic’s low growls vibrated against my throat as my body arched into his touch despite every rational thought screaming otherwise.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his fingers finding my hole again and curling inside me while his other hand brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, because it was true despite everything else. “God help me, I’m yours.”
“That’s right,” he growled, his mouth finding the mating mark on my neck and biting down just hard enough to send electricity shooting through the bond. “Mine to protect. Mine to claim. Mine to keep safe, no matter what it costs.”
When I came, it was with his name on my lips and his low rumble of satisfied laughter in my ear, his fingers still moving inside me as I shuddered against him. He didn’t seek his own release, just held me through the aftershocks with possessive satisfaction.
When it was over, we sat in the quiet car, breathing hard.
“This doesn’t fix anything,” I said finally, my voice hoarse from shouting and other activities.
“I know,” Dominic replied, before pressing his lips to my forehead with unexpected gentleness. “But at least now you know that your moral outrage doesn’t change how much you want me.”
“And you know that my wanting you doesn’t mean I approve of what you did.”