Page 25 of Aching for His Mate (The Wolves of Luven #5)

“Oh God,” Domitia moaned. She buried her face against Iota’s neck and dug her nails into his shoulders.

“You’re close,” he grunted. “I can feel how close you are.” He slammed into her mercilessly as he pinned her against the wall.

Domitia had never been pinned against the wall and fucked so well in her entire life. She wasn’t a small woman and there was no small amount of trust involved in believing a man wouldn’t drop her. But she knew Iota had her. He would always have her.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed.

“Never.” Iota pulled his head back to look at her. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel your pussy clench on my cock. Nothing feels better. Goddess, you are so wet and warm. Fuck, you are the best thing in the world.”

Domitia loved when he talked to her like that. It made her feel sexy and loved—so loved. There was nothing in the world that had ever made Domitia feel as loved as Iota did. Sharing his bed—or his wall, shower, kitchen table, and the floor twice—and his heart was a perfect combination.

“Hold onto me,” she whimpered and grabbed onto his back as she shuddered with relief.

“Baby, you feel amazing,” he growled. “Perfect.” He slid in and out of her until he fucked her hard and groaned against her hair.

She ran her hand down the side of his face, over his shoulder, down his arm.

“I’ll never get tired of that.” Iota chuckled as he slid out of her and carefully set her on the ground.

“I’ve gathered as much.” Domitia picked up a shirt off the ground. “I know it’s getting to the point that we should, you know, complete the frenzy.”

“You want the wolf?” Iota growled.

“I…I’m not going to lie, I am a little nervous about the wolf,” she began.

“We don’t have to do that. Ever. The frenzy will end without it, eventually.”

“It’s not that I don’t want the wolf. Your wolf is a part of you. I want all of you. But, I don’t really like the idea of being out in the woods alone.” Domitia liked Luven, she really did, but it was really different than anywhere she’d ever lived. It reminded her a lot more of Balaur than the Southern Cities.

“Oh. Well, being in the woods isn’t mandatory.”

“Really? Can you be the wolf inside the house?”

“Sure.”

“Are you going to destroy the furniture?”

Iota burst out laughing. “Domitia, if I was worried I would destroy the house in my wolf state, I sure as hell wouldn’t go anywhere near you. You’re way more precious than the couch.”

“But I thought you were supposed to chase me down? That’s what Vallie said.”

Iota tried to swallow a smile. “Um, that sounds like a personal preference of Vallie and Lambda. Yes, usually you would go out into the woods and I would track you by scent alone to find you, but you don’t need to run from me. I like that you like me. I don’t need to hunt you down.”

Domitia nodded. “Tonight at midnight? We can open the window so it’s breezy and we can see the moon.”

“I can’t wait.”

*

Domitia waited in their bedroom, the light breeze tousling her hair. She sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her wolf. She was still nervous—this would be like nothing she’d ever done before. But, it was Iota. She trusted him in every form. He would never hurt her.

She could hear him first—heavy footsteps on the stairs, heavier breathing in the air. She wavered for a moment—was she actually ready for this? Domitia believed that Iota was her mate. But…being with a wolf. That was something she had never dreamed of. Would it be painful? Or terrifying? Would it ruin everything between them?

The door creaked open and Domitia saw Iota as a monster. He was taller, broader. His shoulders nearly took up the entire doorway. His hands were replaced with claws, his jaw was angular, and his mouth couldn’t contain his canines. He’d taken his hair down and it fell against his chest, now grayish and hairier. His scars still crossed his abdomen and his left arm was still smaller than the other.

Iota was a monster. Her monster. She locked eyes with the beast and knew that this form would never hurt her. He was her greatest protector in the world.

“ Domitia,” he hummed. “My mate.”

She nodded in response, unable to form words. The sound of his voice was intoxicating. If she’d had any doubts that this was the wolf who she would spend the rest of her life with, the effect the deep rumbling of his voice had on her would have quieted them.

“Domitia scared?”

She giggled. “A little.”

“Wolf leave?”

“No. Wolf should stay.” She reached her hand out to him and brought him close. They were both naked as they had been all day, but something about the wolf being here made Domitia suddenly shy. Would the wolf like her as much as Iota did? She wasn’t sure how much of her mate was actually in this animal form.

The wolf nuzzled his face against her neck and inhaled so sharply her hair lifted off her sticky skin.

“Mate ,” he growled.

Domitia ran her hand over his thigh until she wrapped her hand around his jutting cock. It was both Iota and not. He shuddered as he usually did when she touched him, but the feel was different. Domitia understood why the mating frenzy culminated in taking the wolf—there’s no way she could have handled all of this a few days ago.

She climbed onto his lap and pushed the wolf to lay back on their bed. She had always figured that if and when she was with a wolf, it would be something that scared her. She’d be outside, worried someone or something was watching. But here, in the bed she loved, with the wolf she loved, she felt safe and cherished.

The wolf set his palms on her thighs and grinned a toothy smile as she sunk down on him.

“Good mate,” he grumbled, his voice vibrating to the point that Domitia felt it deep inside her.

“Hell,” she gasped as she rode him. He was definitely hitting her in new places in this form. She moved over him, first slowly as she stretched to accommodate his new size, then quickly once she could take him. She moaned wildly now, feeling animalistic herself. He was the wolf, but she was a wolf’s mate. A human built to take on a monster. Her pleasure built and built, coming to a height she’d never experienced before. She thrashed wildly over him, unable to control what her body did any longer. Instinct took over and led her crashing over the edge as she screamed her wolf’s name in the darkness.

In an instant he was on top of her, sliding out, then flipping her onto her belly before burying himself deep inside her again. It was his turn to move wildly. She arched her spine, already feeling another orgasm on its way.

“Bite.” Iota commanded her and she responded by offering her neck to him. He sunk his teeth into her skin the moment her orgasm broke. Domitia sobbed through the soaring waves of ecstasy crashing through her body. She grabbed at the sheet below them and tried to catch her breath. It was like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.

“Shit, Domitia, are you okay?” Iota scrambled off her and to her side. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He ran his hand over her back. “Did I hurt you? I thought the bite was supposed to feel good. I’ll get you some ice.” He moved to climb off the bed but Domitia grabbed his hand.

“I love you,” she breathed. “I love you so much.”

Iota paused, then a grin spread across his mouth. “Really?”

“Yes. I love you an insane amount. Don’t get out of the bed. I’m shaking and I need my wolf to hold me for a while.”

“Rest of my life,” he murmured as he pulled her against his chest.