Chapter 6 - Flames of Amber

The night of the full moon arrived with a tension that was oppressive and suffocating, and it hung low over the Vance Estate. 

Clara was able to observe the enormous silver ball as it gradually rose above the tree line in the pine forest from the window of her bedroom.

 It was a physical force that was pulling hard at her concealed rogue wolf, demanding that she transform, howl, and go wild with a pack. The celestial pull was a physical force.

From within her veins, the chemical that was infused with silver battled back with a passion that was apocalyptic

. The sensation was similar to that of someone pouring liquid fire directly into her system, causing her to melt from the inside out.

 She struggled to catch her breath as she gripped the edge of the velvet headboard and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. Desperate to ensure that her fragrance would remain concealed during the peak of the lunar cycle, she had applied twice as much of the medication that morning.

All of a sudden, the massive double doors that were located in her suite opened.

Dominic entered the room, and the very force of his presence almost immediately caused a change in the pressure that was there in the atmosphere.

 Over time, he had completely abandoned his corporate demeanour. Because he was not wearing a shirt, the majestic scarred expanse of his huge chest, his massive six-pack abs, and the powerful, domineering lines of his obliques were all exposed.

 The grey in his eyes had completely vanished, and in their stead was a sea of liquid gold that was swirling and predatory. 

With the full moon and the woman in front of him emitting a maddening and enticing aura, his inner beast was wreaking havoc on the surface of his being.

"Dominic," Clara exclaimed, her voice thick with pain and surprising excitement as his aroma of cedarwood, dark chocolate, and raw rain assaulted her senses. 

"The pack is out hunting, but my wolf refused to leave the estate," Dominic hissed, his voice deep, gravelly, and totally animalistic. "It's no surprise that my wolf has refused to leave the estate.

" Within a fraction of a second, he was able to close the gap between them, and his big, warm bulk pinned her down against the black silk sheets. "He is interested in you. I am interested in you. The smell of you, Clara, makes it impossible for me to breathe.

They were effortlessly pinned above her head by his enormous, calloused hands, which seized her wrists and held them there. As his heavy bulk slid between her thighs, Clara let out a small sigh. 

His firm, swelling length was pressing tightly on her core through her silk nightgown. Clara's core was being constrained by his length. As a result of the stark contrast between the icy anguish of the silver in her veins and the scalding, possessive heat of her destined mate, she was going completely insane.

The wild, unrestrained kiss that Dominic gave her tasted like whisky and raw control. He leaned down and devoured her lips in a passionate embrace. 

He didn't use the gentle restraint of a human lover; his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her territory with a feral, demanding hunger that made her inner wolf purr frantically against her ribs.

 "Please, Dominic," she whimpered against his mouth, not knowing if she was begging him to stop or begging him to rip her apart and end the torture. "You are so beautiful," Dominic murmured, his kisses trailing down her jaw, over her throbbing pulse point, down to her collarbones. 

While his warm fingers moved up the silky, sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his enormous hand moved down her body, bunching up the silk of her nightgown. He then moved his hand down her body again.

Her rationale, her fear, and her defences were all rendered ineffective by the millions of volts of pure, unadulterated electricity that rushed through her veins with each touch. Dominic's thumb came into contact with her centre, and he discovered that she was dripping wet, in pain, and utterly enthusiastic about meeting him.

 His fingers moved with a painful, methodical pattern that drove her to the point where she was on the verge of losing her sanity. He let out a low, gratified growl as his attention was drawn to her body's cooperation.

Clara leaned her back against the mattress and curled her fingers tightly into his thick, dark hair as a tremendous wave of pure joy swept through her core. She was overcome with a sense of complete and utter contentment.

 An enormous and shattering orgasm that reverberated through each and every cell of her superhuman biology was the moment she experienced it.

In that instant of complete and unrivalled joy, Clara forgot to pay attention to her surroundings.

The barriers of her mind that she had meticulously constructed in order to confine her inner wolf disintegrated into dust. Her rebellious beast screamed to life deep within her chest, and it rushed forward to answer the call of her destined mate.

Instantaneously, the chemical silver opacity that had been preventing her biological signature from being shown evaporated entirely. It was then that the excruciating burn that had been on her flesh vanished, and in its place came a startling and blinding eruption of her authentic, exposed perfume.

 The room was instantly filled with the stunning and irresistible scent of wild jasmine, fresh dirt, and pure, high-ranking she-wolf pheromones to the point where it was completely overpowered.

Instantaneously, Dominic became ice cold.

The movement of his fingers came to a halt, and his entire strong figure became rigid and immovable, like granite hanging above her. His nose flared aggressively as he drank in the sudden, wonderful perfume that washed away the false vanilla smell. His chest heaved as he did this.

When Clara finally understood the disastrous error that she had just committed, she let out a cry and her heavy eyes opened in a startled manner.

It was, however, too late. She had abandoned her human disguise. The brightness of the full moon caused her pupils to dilate, and the colour of her eyes changed to a blinding, brilliant, and incontestable amber that was a product of an extraterrestrial presence.

Dominic's golden eyes locked onto hers, and his jaw dropped slightly before quickly hardening into an expression of complete and utter rage that was absolutely terrifying. A bodily blow struck his inner wolf when he came to the realisation.

Dominic yelled out, "You're a werewolf," and his scream shook the very foundations of the penthouse. At the same time, his fearsome Alpha aura rushed down, ensnaring her beneath him.