Page 60 of Laced With Secrets
“Post-orgasm clinginess,” Dominic said, warmth in his voice. “Completely normal. I don’t mind.”
I traced patterns on his chest, the question burning before I could stop it. “Have you… done that before? The spanking?”
I felt him tense slightly. “A few times. Nothing serious.”
“With who?” The words came out sharper than I intended. Something hot and ugly spiked in my chest—possessiveness, jealousy, the desperate need to know I was different, special,his.
“Leo.” Dominic’s voice was carefully neutral. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.” I turned in the water to face him, not caring that it splashed over the tub’s edge. “Who were they?”
His steel-gray eyes studied my face, and I watched as understanding dawned. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m not—” But my scent betrayed me, going sharp and bitter.
“You are.” Dominic’s hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones. “You’re jealous of people who don’t matter.” His forehead pressed against mine. “There were a couple of people over the years. Betas. Casual relationships that never went anywhere. One liked rough sex sometimes. That’s it.”
“Betas?” Something about that made me pause. “Not omegas?”
“Too complicated. Omegas want to eventually bond.” His eyes held mine. “I wasn’t looking for forever. Untilyou.”
That sent warmth through my chest, easing some of the jealousy. My hands slid up his arms, needing the contact. My eyes traced the strong column of his throat, lingering on the sculpted curve where it met his powerful shoulder.
I want to bite him.
The urge swept through me—primal and deep—despite knowing I lacked the alpha’s bite. My blunt omega teeth couldn’t imprint him the way his fangs had claimed me, but need overrode logic. I pictured the indentations of my teeth stamped across his golden skin, visible evidence for anyone to see. Dominic Steele belongs tome.
“You’re thinking awfully hard, baby.” His voice pulled my gaze upward, away from the constellation of water droplets clinging to his skin.
“Did they… did you let them bite you?”
“No.” The answer was immediate, firm. “Never. I didn’t bite them either. That felt too intimate for what we were.”
“And now?” I asked, my teeth grazing his shoulder experimentally. “Would you let me bite you?”
Darkness flooded his irises, swallowing the silver until only a thin metallic ring remained.
“Yes.” He hissed, his voice roughened, hands tightening on my hips. “Mark me. Show everyone I’m yours.”
The permission—the invitation—ignited a wildfire in my veins. I pressed my lips to the curve where his shoulder met his neck,my tongue darting out to taste the water droplets clinging there. Dominic’s breath caught sharply in his throat as I bit down on his shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. His shuddering exhale and the way his cock twitched against my thigh told me exactly how much he liked it.
“Mine,” I said against his skin, licking over the bite mark before moving to leave another. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” he agreed, and I felt satisfaction roll through our bond. “My jealous, possessive, perfect omega.”
I bit him again, harder this time, right over his collarbone where anyone could see. The thought of other people knowing he was taken, claimed,mine—it made me half-feral with need.
“Fuck, baby.” Dominic’s hands gripped my hips harder.
“Now I’ve claimed you,” I said, pulling back to admire my work—several clear bite marks blooming across his golden skin. “So everyone knows you’re not available.”
“I haven’t been available since the moment I met you,” Dominic said seriously. “But I’m gonna love seeing your marks on me.”
His thumb traced my swollen lower lip. “About earlier. Do you want to talk about it?”
My face heated immediately. “I didn’t know I’d like that.”
“Mmm.” His smile was soft as his thumb traced the curve of my lip. “There’s nothing wrong with discovering what you like. I’m more than happy to help. And if you want to explore it, we will. Slowly. Carefully. But you need to promise me something.”