Page 7 of Aching for His Mate (The Wolves of Luven #5)

She couldn’t help it.

It had been years since someone had held her. Years since she’d connected with someone physically. Domitia wasn’t a prude. She didn’t believe that intimacy was reserved for great love stories. Sometimes, the only way to survive this gray world was half an hour with another human, desperately trying to claw out some happiness in a passionate moment.

And this was Iota. She didn’t know him, didn’t love him, hell, she didn’t even like him yet. But, after talking with Tella, Phaebe, and Vallie, she wasn’t stupid. Three was a pattern, and the Moon Goddess didn’t make mistakes. If this wolf claimed she would love him someday, she had no problem believing him. Plus, he had a nice face.

There really was no point of waiting, then, right? She wanted to come. She wanted someone to hold her and touch her and make her stop thinking about her arm and her mom mourning her. She wanted a reprieve. Iota could give it to her.

His stood against her, pinned her between his body and the wall as his cock nudged against her belly. If she had any fears that he wasn’t attracted to her, that would have dissuaded them.

She didn’t have any fears though. Domitia loved the way she looked. She loved her wild hair, her deep brown eyes. She loved that no amount of starvation from the dragons made her lose her tits, ass, belly, or thighs.

She had a sneaking suspicion Iota would love all those things about her, too.

Plus, her mate was hot. His hair was so dark she’d call it black, his silver eyes framed perfectly by straight eyebrows, his jaw peppered with stubble she was already imagining scraping down her neck. He was strong, broad, and a bit taller than her. He looked like he’d never missed a meal or spent a moment of his life in captivity.

“Are you a jealous wolf?” she asked slowly.

His brow furrowed and he ran his thumb over her lips. “If you’re about to tell me you want someone else to join us, then yes. I am a very jealous wolf.” His voice lowered, almost growled back.

“I wasn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I tell you I like something, that I want something, will you be jealous or angry thinking about me experiencing it before?”

He smirked. “As long as you only want me doing it from now on, I’ll be fine.”

Domitia nodded and licked her lips. “Promise?”

“Promise. Tell me what you want, Domitia.”

“I want you to use your mouth on my clit,” she said slowly. Vallie had been very forthcoming about what it was like to be with a wolf, but she didn’t want to assume Iota would be as open as Lambda.

Iota leaned against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck and growling.

“Are you sure?” His voice was rough against her skin.

“Uh, yes.”

“You don’t want me to take things slow? Leave you alone in the house for a little while. Kiss you goodnight and then fuck off out of here?”

“Iota,” she began. Domitia gripped the hair at the base of his skull and pulled him back to look him in the eye. “If you leave me, right now, when I know that you know how wet I am…I will not be happy.”

Iota kissed her softly. “I want you to be happy.”

“Good. Take me against the wall.” Domitia slid her hands to her hips, snuck them under her skirt, and pulled her underwear off. She stepped out of them, then looked back at Iota.

He looked ravenous.

“You’re going to kill me,” he growled.

“Hopefully not.”

He kissed her again, lingering this time. She split her lips for him, tentatively touched her tongue with his, and let a moan slip.

Hell, this man…there was something about him. Sure, she was starved for touch and dying for an orgasm, but there was more here. When his hands moved over her, it felt like they belonged there. Like he belonged to her.

He moved down her body, his hands traveling over her breasts, her hips, her thighs. He got down on his knees and groaned as he raked his nails from her ass to her knees.

“Last chance to back out,” he said as he spread her thighs and hooked one leg over his shoulder. “Once I get a taste…I mean, I’ll stop if you tell me to, but I’ll probably have to get away from you.”

Domitia grabbed a fistful of his hair. “I’m not going to tell you to stop. The only thing you’ll hear out of my mouth is, ‘don’t stop.’”

Iota grunted and dove between her thighs, splitting her with his tongue.

She screamed. In relief, in ecstasy—she wasn’t sure. But Domitia had needed this, needed someone. Iota was there for her.

She leaned her head against the wall, raised her chin, and closed her eyes. She focused on the feeling of it all. The way he strummed against her, teased her clit—all of it felt amazing. She wanted to feel this so badly. Contact, intimacy, hell, nothing more than chasing an orgasm.

And currently she had a wolf on his knees willing to do that for her.

She relished the delight of building toward climax. Her skin felt cool, then hot, her blood rushed around, making her dizzy. She grabbed onto Iota’s shoulder to steady herself, and let go.

Damn, it felt good to come. She felt a twinge of guilt that it wasn’t Iota making her come. It was, but it wasn’t. At this point, she truly felt that anyone would do. That she could have gotten off by anyone. Hell, if Alpha hadn’t made it painfully clear that fucking her was an absolute chore, maybe she could have gotten somewhere with him.

If he’d managed a couple more minutes.

But, she was here with Iota, her mate, and all she wanted from him at this moment was this—pleasure.

Iota slowed his tongue, and moved to her thigh, nibbling the skin beside her core. He was so tender. Being with him was nice. Knowing that he wouldn’t rob her or sell her or beat her had Domitia more relaxed than she’d ever been fucking someone in the Southlands. But she wasn’t ready to love him.

That didn’t mean she didn’t absolutely love his mouth on her clit.

“Please,” Domitia began. She kept her eyes closed and her face to the ceiling. “Don’t stop yet.”

“Oh, fuck,” Iota groaned. “As I said. You’re going to kill me.”