Page 23 of Aching for His Mate (The Wolves of Luven #5)

Domitia held on while Iota ran her up the stairs, bouncing against him.

Damn, she wanted to fuck this wolf.

She didn’t just want to fuck him. She wanted to ride him for hours, yes. She wanted to have as many orgasms as he could wring out of her, she wanted to make him come more times than would seem possible, and she didn’t want to put clothes on until sometime next week.

But she also wanted to make her life with him. She wanted decades of this feeling, this love. She wanted mornings and afternoons and evenings and middles of the night in his arms.

Domitia was falling in love with Iota. Sure, she believed in all the Moon Goddess lore so she knew she would love him. But she had no idea what that would feel like and now that it was happening she knew. It was amazing. And a little scary, but as long as she had Iota by her side, she could handle it.

Their relationship had been a whirlwind to say the least. Thrown together after the ritual, his horrible injury. Domitia couldn’t think about it too long now. How she’d almost lost him. It was too much to bear.

Iota paused beside the bed, and slowly lowered her to the ground.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked. “We don’t have to start the mating frenzy today. I want you to feel—”

Domitia put her hand on his chest and looked up at him. “Are you sure you are ready? You’re the one fresh off an injury. We’re planning to fuck for days. I just had the most restful morning of my life. Barring needing to stop for food and water and an occasional nap, I am ready. How about you, wolf?”

“The Moon Goddess herself couldn’t keep me away from you another moment.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Domitia Helena Aetos, my mate, my love, mine .” He growled the end of it, sending goosebumps over her body.

“And you’re mine,” she answered. The reverberation of his growling against her chest shook her in the most delicious way. “Always.”

Iota dug his hand into her hair, undoing the plaits, and pulled gently until she raised her chin and exposed her neck.

“Always,” he echoed then scraped his teeth along the column of her neck.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. She gripped his biceps to keep herself from falling over.

“Last night,” he began, “you were very much in charge.” His hands moved down her body until he gripped the outsides of both her thighs. “But today,” he grabbed the hem of her shirt, “I am in charge.” His eyes flashed black for a moment. “You are mine, mate. I will touch you and lick you and fuck you all day. All night. All week.” He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. “When you come,” he got down on his knees and slipped her underwear down her legs, then helped her step out of them, “I want to hear you moan, scream, yell. I want people walking by to perk their ears in interest.”

“Uh huh,” Domitia answered. Her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide. She’d never seen this side of Iota. She fucking loved it.

He looked up as he knelt in front of her. “Say, yes, Iota.”

“Yes, Iota.”

He growled in satisfaction. He got back to his feet, pawing her body the entire time. He squeezed her ass, thumbed her nipples, cupped her pussy. He pushed a finger inside of her for a moment, then withdrew it.

“Goddess, you are wet for me,” he hummed. Iota picked her up by the waist and moved her to the bed. He covered her body with his and pinned her beneath him, her arms above her head, wrists crossed, beneath one of his hands.

“You still…” Domitia moaned as his free hand played with her breast. “You still have your clothes on. And I’m naked.”

“You want me naked?”

She nodded.

“How about I’ll take off a piece of clothing every time you come?” He kissed her hard before she could answer.

“Wait,” she broke away as he moved his mouth down her throat and to her nipple.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he commanded, then flicked his tongue across her nipple.

“How…How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?” She squirmed under him, but held onto the bed.

“Two.” His mouth moved down her belly.

“Two? Wait, are you not wearing anything under your shorts?”

He kissed along her hip bone, over her thigh, then nudged her legs apart with his shoulders.

“Oh, sweetie. It’s summer. I’ll usually be naked when we’re inside. You’re lucky I have anything on today.”

“I think I’ll be luckier watching you strut around naked,” she teased.

“Open up for me, Domitia.” She obeyed and widened her legs. “All I wanted last night was for you to sit on my face. Do you know how hard it’s been knowing what you taste like yet unable to get my face right here?”

“Well, far be it from me to delay you any longer.”

Iota growled and dove into her, his mouth against her clit, his arms pinning her body against the bed. He palmed her breasts and teased her nipples. His tongue ran over her clit and Domitia let go.

She moaned, yelled, and cried, “Iota!” just as he had asked. She let herself feel everything: lust, pleasure, love—even a bit of fear. Because this unfaltering adoration of him didn’t come without it. If she loved him this much, needed him this much, it meant that losing him was a fear greater than she could imagine. She thought of Jaine wailing at the hospital. The fear of losing her mate was greater than any Domitia had faced before. She and Iota were partners, forever, and a life without him would never, ever be anything compared to one with him.

But she let herself feel that fear, and bask in it. There was no going back. Fear would be mingled with this love. But never overshadow it. The fear could never outweigh all the joy they would experience together.

She felt her orgasm building, starting in her fingers and toes, a slight tingling that turned warm. She grabbed the headboard and held her breath, trying to make it last as long as possible.

Then, Iota growled against her, reverberating through her entire body, and she was lost. There was no holding on any longer, she crashed apart into a million pieces, each and every one belonging to him.