Chapter 1 - Rocky

“Take me, knot me.” Her eyes of shattered green glare at me.

I growl, and the hoarse resonance of my purr vibrates up my chest, then spills over and echoes between us.

Color flushes her cheeks. Her lower belly twitches and the sugary fragrance of her slickness bleeds into the air.

My groin reinforces, and my balls draw up.

Liquid warmth gushes from between her legs, bathing my shaft where it twitches against her softcore.

Her pelvis tilts up and every part of her looks like to strain against me.

My hardness twitches, the engorged head rocks into the triangle between her legs.

I groan. So does she.

I want to hear her plead. Better still if she fights me.

Instead, she shoves her hips up, cradling me, pulling at me to slide into her, to satisfy her the way only I can.

Liquid warmth pours through my veins. A bead of sweat slides down my neck and plops on her cheek.

“Now.” She snarls, then bites down on her full lower lip. Her green eyes blaze, the black of her pupils bleeds out into the emerald, and I sense myself drawn into them. I can lose myself in the depths of her look.

My heart stutters; my chest closes.

This is different.

This isn’t like being with any other dominion. I hadn’t anticipated this. And it’s precisely that hesitation that sends me over the edge. I scoop up her hips and slam into her core.

The dominion screams. Her hips writhe. Slickness pours out of her, lapping at my dick. A pulse of warmth whips over my surface.

She punches her fist into my shoulder, shoving at me, even as with her other hand she draws her nails down my back, pulling me close.

Suffering shudders down my spine, narrowing down to my groin and, just like that, I want to show her who is in control.

I grab her arm and twist it over her head, then break her hold and shove her other hand up, too. I shackle both her wrists with my hand.

She hisses at me.

The sound thrums at my nerve endings. The hair on my neck rises, and my brain cells seem to fire all at once. I can’t help the smirk that curls my mouth. Just how I like it. Hard. Wild. My kind of dominion. Warmth pools in my chest.

“What are you waiting for?” She surges up, trying to pull out of my hold.

I lean my weight on her, not enough to hurt but with enough pressure to show her who is bigger, more powerful. Who is in charge—and, yes, to make it clear that she is mine to command. Mine to do with as I want.

I swipe my other palm down the underside of her arm, to her breast. I tweak the nipple, and she groans. The sound sinks into my blood, arrows straight to my groin, and suddenly I have to have her. I need to see her come, to fall apart around me. I drag my fingers to her center and grind the heel of my hand against it.

Her entire body shudders. A keening cry spills out of her.

“Soon, very soon.” I lower my face until it’s right over hers. Our noses bump. Drawing in our joined breaths, I let the purr swell my chest, and swirl up my throat.

Her chin trembles.

I let the noise unfurl around her, over her.

Her entire body tenses, then her brawns relax. A stream of her slick swells her channel to lap at my engorged flesh.

The fragrance of sugary sweetness is heavy in the air. It warms my blood, my groin reinforces, and I grow even harder inside of her.

“Say my name.”

She shakes her head and bites her lower lip.

I sense that all the way to the tip of my cock.

Stubborn dominion.

I pull out of her, all the way out, to the very opening of her swollen slit. My hard flesh rasps across the soft walls of her channel.

Sparks of warmth course down my spine and I grit my teeth at the sensations that flood my groin.

Her pelvis thrusts forward; her body follows me as if she wants to shadow me wherever I go. I know she will. Her body is a slave to my commands, and yet that is not enough. I need her spirit, her soul, her everything. I want every last breath of hers to be for me. Only for me.

“Say it,” I growl.

The sound is rough enough for goosebumps to flare over her boobs. She shivers, and her nipples grow impossibly hard.

A low purr rumbles up, from deep inside me. I draw it out this time, shove all my senses into it, knowing I cannot tell her how much she means to me. A dominion made just for me, my needs. The only one to call my own.

I close my mouth around her mouth and absorb it. The sound shudders down my throat, to meet the purr that whirls through me. I slide another finger inside, and her entire body shakes. She pushes her hips up and double overs her knees, gripping the outsides of my thighs with her strong brawns.

I move my fingers in and out, then into her pussy once more. My movements increase in pace until her entire body moves forward with every thrust. With each thrust, my dick grows heavier, harder, and my balls draw up. My shaft screams with the need to be inside that slickness, and yet I wait. Let my swollen flesh brush over the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

The green of her irises swirls, growing impossibly deep until it senses like she is looking right into my soul. She knows what I want, and is holding back what I need. It makes me angry and excites me at the same time.

“I will not let you hide. I will not let you hold back anything from me. I want your every thought, your every need, each breath you take, I want all of you, Dominion.”

Her features reinforce.

“Don’t hold back,” I whisper as my breath sears her cheek.

Her eyes glow. “Rocky.”

The sound of her sound shivers over my surface, tugs on my nerves. A surge of warmth slices through me. Desire, lust, and strange emotion, a need to not just take but to give. To protect.

Yanking my fingers out of her, I shove my thigh between hers, shoving her legs wider apart, then I slam into her. “Mine.”

She screams, her eyes roll back in her head, and I watch her every response, cherishing it, absorbing it. I withdraw almost all the way out of her, then stay poised once more at the entrance of her channel.

“Look at me.” My sound is a whiplash that rings through space.

I suffuse enough command in my tone so she lowers her head and opens those heavy, hooded lids.

Holding her look, I thrust into her so hard that her entire body jolts and moves up. “You are mine. Only mine.”

Color streaks her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. “Rocky.”

Her shoulders shudder and she thrusts her boobs up, flattening her curves against my chest.

My heart stutters, the climax shudders up from the soles of my legs, then my cock pulses and—“Rocky.”

A connection on my shoulder, and my eyelids spring open. I look into the face of a stranger.

“What the—?” I shake my head, my groin reinforces, and my balls scream for release.

My mind tries to separate the reality of what I am seeing from the remnants of the dream that still haunts my mind.

The connection of her surface under my fingers, the fragrance of her arousal still teases my nostrils. My heart stutters. My pulse still hammers at my temples. Who is this dominion I dreamed about?

Is she real?

A fragment of my imagination, perhaps?