The warmth from his body surrounds me. I wallow in it, burrowing in even deeper. The sense of the planes rippling under my fingertips makes me want to stretch out my fingers so every part is in contact with those ripped brawns. The fragrance of him, earthy and woodsy like burned cinnamon and liberally laced with testosterone pours over me.
I know I am dreaming, yet I can't stop my womb from contracting. Slick flows out from between my legs. I smell the sugary sweet smell of my own arousal. That turns me on even more. "Leader." I raise my look to his face.
A growl rumbles up his chest and twines around me. The depth in the tone snatches at my nerve endings.
My shoulders shudder. Warmth flushes my cheeks.
His brown eyes narrow on me. Silver and so many shades of turquoise burn in their depths. There is lust—so much lust—in his look, and something else, something feral and untamed. He is going to break me, I know that with every molecule in my body.
I shiver.
He clasps his big body balanced on his arms as he hovers over me. "What do you want?"
I want to tell him but find my throat is too dry. He has me pinned by that look like a hawk who has set eyes on his prey.
"Tell me," he leans in close enough for me to make out the silver fires that flare in his eyes. It's as if there's a furnace somewhere inside that has fanned to life. Warmth from his big body slams into me and I gasp.
I want to tell him I want him and yet something inside me stops me from speaking. It's not that I am afraid of him, on the contrary. This leader, he's the one for me, I know it.
Yet something inside me insists that I resist.
I dig my nails into his chest with enough force to break the surface. His shoulder ripples. Another growl pours out of him. The wound stretches my already tense nerve endings. My surface reinforces. A bead of sweat slides down my neck to the valley between my boobs.
His look darts down to follow it.
My nipples pucker and push out against the cloth. He leans down and licks up the moisture. The sense of his tongue on my surface sends goosebumps swirling over my surface.
His baritone ruffles over my surface. The hair on my neck rises. I open my mouth and take his finger all the way in.
A growl bursts from his mouth and spills over me. The sound of his sound sinks into my surface. My blood warms. My nipples reinforce to pinpoints of suffering. I am not aware I am thrusting out my chest. Not until he lowers his chest to brush against my boobs. The weight of him presses down on me; the warmth of him surrounds me. The sense of those rock-hard pecs outlined against my soft swelling fleshing makes me moan.
"Tell me you want me to connect you."
I bite down on the finger inside my mouth, with just enough force to break the surface. The taste of copper slides over my tongue. It's as if his essence is seeping into me and it shouldn’t be hot, it shouldn't. So why does my lower belly clench? Why does more moisture flow out from between my legs? Why does the fragrance of my arousal deepen in the area as if throwing a net of sensuality over us?
His nostrils flare and I am sure he can fragrance me, sense my desperation to get closer to him, for he cups his hand around my cheek. His look narrows. Those brown eyes flare, cobalt and turquoise the colors ebb and flow as if reflecting the emotions flowing inside of him.
"Tell me, Dominion, what do you want?"
You, I want you.
His breath scorches my surface. His teeth graze my clit.
A scream is torn from me.
I push against his hold. Press my toes into the mattress. My knees threaten to rise on their own. He shoves his shoulders between my legs and spreads them apart. Drags his big arms down my thighs to grip my calves and hold me immobile. I sense naked even though I am still wearing clothes.
I sense delicate, compared to the strength of the brawns that coil over me.
Every cell in my body yearns for his connection. His sense. For him.
"Cathy."
The faint sound of hammering breaks through the haze of emotions that swirl around me.
I am still surrounded by this connection, his warmth, the emotions pour over me keeping me captive. I want to move and find that I can't. Not yet. My limbs sense too heavy. My legs are weighed down.
My heart thumps so fast, and I am sure it's going to break out of my rib cage.
The blood pounds at my temples.
"I heard someone scream, are you okay?"
Something in the sound—a connection of desperation?—penetrates the shitual haze I am still caught up in.
"If you don't let me in, I am breaking down this door now." A loud banging crashes through my head and shoves all other thought away.
My eyes snap open. I sweep my look over the dresser in the far corner, my clothes strewn on the ground. To the door. I am still in my couchroom, in my dad the Czar's stronghold, in Moscow.
"Lucia?"
I spring up and out of the couch. My bare legs hit the ground with a thud. I shudder. It's as if his connection from the dream has sensitized me.
The cold of the ground sweeps up through my surface.
I shiver and wrap my arms around myself, then take a step forward. My thighs sense sore, my pussy senses empty. So empty. I smell the sugary spoor of my own slickness and know whoever was in my dream, that leader had made me climax in real life.
Was it a dream?
Reaching the door, I shove it open.
Chloe, my sister, tumbles in. Her hair flows behind her. She grabs my arms and shoves me inside.
Then bangs the door shut behind her.
Dragging me into the room, she collapses on the couch, pulling me down with her.
"They are here, Cathy," her chest heaves.
"Who?" The cloth of my tunic drags at my nipples. My boobs ache. Damn the leader, he made me come once, and it isn't enough. My body wants him again. Wants him to hold me down and thrust his cock into me and shit me and —
“The Vikings. They have taken over Moscow. Dad has negotiated a truce with them." Sweat beads her upper lip.
I curl my fingers into fists and bury my nails into my palm. The suffering slices through my mind, forcing the last remnants of that very explicit dream from my head... but not the sight of those brown eyes which seem to be burned into my brain. "He's the Czar, that's his job isn't it? To protect his people?" I frown.
"You don't understand." She pants. Her shoulders shake. "He is handing us and a few select other dominions over in return for the Vikings sparing the lives of the citizens.”
"I don't believe it." Fear twists my guts. "He wouldn't do that."Chloe grips my hand; her palms are cold. "You mean you thought our dad would treat us differently? You forget we are dominions. We are born to be bred.""But Dad never treated us like dominions." I rub my other palm on my thigh. "He trained us to fight, to be independent, and take care of ourselves.""Doesn’t change that nature intended us for just one purpose—" "—to be knotted by Leaders." My sound sounds hollow even to me.She tosses her hair. "Oh, yes. So, you are going to do what? Stand up to the Vikings?"I straighten my spine. "If needed.""They are marauders. Berserkers. There are leaders, and then there are Vikings." Her chin trembles. She tries to tug her fingers from mine. I grip her hand tighter."So what? Ultimately, they are leaders, like any other. They think with their dicks. They smell Dominion pussy and lose all coherent thought—
I swagger up the grand hall in the stronghold. My booted legs echo on the wooden ground. Massive windows at the side let in the bluish-gray light of the day. The room is packed with leaders who belonged to Alter’s Council. I pass close to one of them, and he steps aside. When I turn to meet his look, he lowers his head. The stink of tension reinforces the air, and the hair on the nape of my neck rises. They are afraid of me. Good. I sense their look following me, yet not one of them tries to stop me. The losers have come to watch the entertainment for today, provided courtesy of me. A low chuckle rips out of me.I stride toward the platform at the front of the room.John moves forward as if to climb onto the dais alongside me.I raise a hand.He halts and wrinkles his forehead. “You know the protocol, Rocky.” His sound is cold. “As the interim second to Alter, I am supposed to introduce you to the Council and its associates.”
“Brother?” Cold sensing grips my chest. “I don’t have siblings.”“You are right, technically.” The stranger props his arms on his hips. “We are half-brothers.”My pulse thuds at my temples.There’s too much confidence in his gait, too much arrogance in his demeanor… He reminds me of… myself. I push away the thought almost as soon as it occurs. No, no way. He can’t have gone through what I have to get here. He isn’t my mother’s son, that’s for sure.Which only leaves one conclusion, and I had thought of it almost as soon as he had stalked up the hall, only I hadn’t wanted to believe it, not really.“Alter, the idiot, stuck his dick in almost every dominion who came his way.” I drum my fingers on my chest. Best to keep talking, until I figure out a plan. My mind races ahead. Alter is out. I am… was the only blood descend
“Boo!” I bare my teeth.The soldier cringes, and sweat beads his forehead.“Really, Z?” My second-in-command narrows his gaze.I raise my shoulders then let them drop. “Okay, a bit over the top.” But, cut me some slack, okay? I like to play with my prey.Besides, I have a flair for the dramatic, one of the few redeeming features I inherited from my bastard of a father. Except, oh, wait, I was the bastard in that relationship, given he’d never acknowledged me…not until I had my fingers around Golan’s neck and recognition had dawned in his eyes. Too late, Pater. Thirty years too late.The soldier’s skin is stretched so tight over his cheekbones that I expect it to crack any moment. The reek of piss stinks up the warehouse. The fool, clearly a beta by the way his shoulders are hunched, has wet himself.I yawn aloud. The sound of my jaws cracking seems to sn
I lift my chin, then farther up, then all the way up, to meet his gaze. To call the General massive is an understatement. He is a monster. A man-mountain, the biggest, most powerful leader I have ever seen.His blue eyes blaze at me.A ripple of fear mixed with something else—lust? Anticipation? — tightens my stomach.His face is all hard planes and dark angles. Long black hair flows to his shoulders. His lower lip is full, obscenely so. It should soften his looks; instead, it only heightens the sense of danger that clings to him like a rich coat.It’s the exact opposite of the faded vest that embraces his torso.His clothes strike a jarring note in the middle of the most prosperous pocket of this city, which is where we are, but it suits this leader. Declares exactly what he is: an asshole who doesn’t give a damn about anyone else.Who takes pleasure in surprising his friends and outwitting his enemies
The double doors swing open, and she races through, leaving behind the sugary scent of her slick. The spicy scent of her fear leaks into the air, laced with that spoor of the rain on cool dawn air that is so uniquely her.My cock throbs, straining against my pants. Adrenaline pumps through my blood. I walk after her, my pace leisurely, yet everything inside pushes me to hurry. Hurry. Go after her, claim her, take her.I’ve never felt such a powerful need as this to have an dominion. Never felt this overwhelming urge to shield her from the gaze of other leaders, to hide her from sight until I have had my way with her. I speed up my steps and walk out into the wilderness surrounding the warehouse.Ethan and Sol stand on either side of the doors, their gaze trained on the figure weaving through the trees.One of the other leaders breaks formation to run after her.“Stop.”He halts and, his shoulders
The leader of leaders had all but fucked me right here in the open, and I had let him.Not that it should come as a surprise, him trying to take me right here in the open without finesse. It’s exactly what I’d expect of a brute like him.But my response to him, the way I had opened my mouth, my legs…my heart…no, not that, not yet, but if I let him, he could get under my skin, and what am I thinking about?He’s treating me like I am a caged animal. To him I am another dominion he can drag off to his lair and rut and—my belly tightens—I want him to do it.I want him to reach down and place his lips where his hand had been between my legs. I need to feel his tongue thrust inside me, feel that thick shaft whose length had throbbed against my waist, fill me, take me, knot me. “Fuck.” I scream more to hear the sound of my own voice, so I can try to shake off this sexual haze that has gripped me. This need
Her gaze widens, and then her body begins to fall. My heart slams against my rib cage. I leap across the distance that covers us and, leaning over, grab at her hand. I close my fingers around her wrist.The weight of her body pulls me over the side. I hook my foot under the space at the bottom of the wall for leverage. She is not very heavy, yet my arm feels like it’s being pulled out of my socket. Sweat beads my forehead. Her body sways in the breeze. Her features tighten, and the color slides from her face. Still, she doesn’t scream, doesn’t panic. That surprises me and turns me on. She’s fucking strong, doesn’t scare easily, and I can’t wait to break her.It’s even more important that I save her.I strengthen my stance and then take a step back. Flexing my biceps, I heave her up. All the while, I hold her gaze. Those green eyes of hers stare at me; in their depths is a grim determination.She actually thought s