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Dominik’s eyes closed briefly and she knew he was fighting for control. He was too strong for her to push around. Clare sat up, her hands moving quickly over him to his waistband. He let her explore, watching closely as she freed his erection She gasped to find his heavy, pulsing length, straining so hard that veins showed along the sides. Dominik groaned. Cupping his hand over his cock, he stroked it hard a few times as she watched, taking in the mushroom-shaped head beneath his hand. To her amazement, he only grew bigger now that he was free from the tight leather.
“I think you should sleep on the floor,” she said weakly, her mouth hanging wide open. Clare began to back up. There was no way he was fitting that giant piece of flesh inside her. He was bigger than the Super-Stimulator 9000 Kira had given her as a joke!
Dominik slowly crawled up, forcing Clare to lie down as he came up over her. He reached past her head to the nightstand. A wicked grin came to his lips as he opened the drawer and he brought out her purple vibrator. Clare looked at it, suddenly thinking it pitifully small. “Are you sure?”
“No. Stay,” she heard her hoarse voice answering.
He drew it over her neck and down the valley of her breast, switching it on as he reached the flat of her stomach. A light buzzing sounded in the room. He drew the vibrator over her clit only to glide it down between the cheeks of her ass.
Clare jolted with liquid excitement. Her body was more than ready for him. He reached her tight passage with his finger, wetting them inside her.
“Ah, damn, you’re so tight.” He joined his finger with another. “I will enjoy breaking you open. First your hot pussy.” When his fingers were moist with her cream, he ran them down to where the vibrator worked between the cheeks of her ass, teasing the virgin rosette he found there. “And then, when you allow me, I will break open this sweet little ass of yours. I will enjoy fucking you there.”
Clare tensed as he said the words, but the sound that escaped her was not one of protest as he probed the tight muscles with a finger, rimming her gently with the aid of her body’s cream. She watched his every move in the mirror above them, liking the way his strong back rippled with muscles.
“Argh, I think you’re going to have to allow it soon—very soon.” He groaned, pulling his finger away as if he couldn’t take the torture.
Dominik gripped the vibrator and drew it up to her hot pussy. He pushed the smooth plastic firmly into her body. Clare screamed, arching. He stroked her several times with it. The vibrations hit deep into her, sparking a fiery reaction in her womb. She’d never experienced toys at the hand of another, always playing with them alone. Her body jerked, begging for release. She pulled her hands quickly to her breasts, gripping the nipples, pinching them hard.
“Ah, so sweet,” he crooned from between her thighs, murmuring to her in his native language as he stroked her. She couldn’t understand what he said, but the words only fueled her desire for him. He quickened the pace of the stroking vibrator. His own hips drew lightly into the silk of the bed, as if eager to have their chance at her. Working the vibrator expertly inside her body, he demanded, “Come for me, ZAychik mov. I want to watch you.”
The words were too much. Clare screamed as ecstasy took over her body. She trembled, violent and strong.
A torrent of liquid flowed from her clenching pussy. Dominik grinned. Turning the toy off, he tossed it aside and stood only long enough to strip off the black leather. Within seconds, he was on top of her, completely naked. His large, heavy cock found her wet entrance, still hot and quivering with pleasure. “You know how good your toy feels. Now let me show you what a lycan can do.”
“Wait,” Clare said softly, not sure she could take any more. She saw his body clearly in the mirror. Her eyes fixed on the reflection of his muscled hips and ass. His hand was on her breast, massaging deep, circling her tight nipples, sending shockwave after shockwave through her core. Her mind raced for an excuse to stop him. “I haven’t had my sex immunizations within the last year. We need to stop.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “We’re fine.”
She was glad to know one of them was up to date. Her hips flexed in offering to him. Why was she protesting again? She couldn’t remember. It felt too right, too good, too hot. “Mm, Dominik, talk to me. Keep talking to me. I like hearing your voice as you touch me.”
She gasped for breath as he slowly worked himself in, filling her.
“Ah,” he moaned. “That’s it, take me in. Oh, you feel so good, so damn tight.”
Dominik’s stiff flesh slid in her natural juices as he worked his hips back and forth in shallow thrusts, pushing deeply into her, stretching her tight pussy to fit him. Clare cried out, feeling impaled before he had even worked himself halfway.
“You’re too big.” She didn’t want him to stop but she was afraid to let him go on.
Dominik slowed. His lips lowered to cover hers in a deep kiss. He moved his hands to the back of her knees, pushing them wider. Whispering into their kiss, he said, “Try to relax, ZAychik mov.”
His kiss distracted her from the slight pain, as pleasure rippled from every nerve in her body. She was awash with sensations—the gentle massaging of his tongue, the brush of his strong chest against her straining breasts, the hard conquering length of his cock.
Clare wanted him—all of him. She pulled back, gasping for breath. Planting her feet on the bed, she thrust her hips at him hard, sliding him roughly past any point she’d ever been touched, seating him completely inside her. Clare cried out, marveling in the complete possession, feeling so full and achy.
Dominik groaned, holding his hips flush to her as he let her adjust.
“Stop,” Clare cried, a dam of emotion breaking in her.
“Ah, give me a minute. I want to pound you so bad… Oh, don’t move.”
Clare ignored the straining of his voice as she rocked her hips. “I meant stop holding back. I know you want more than this. I can somehow feel that you do. I want you to enjoy it, I need you to. Stop fighting your nature. I want you to fuck me hard. I need you to. Please, Dominik, please fuck me.”
Dominik let loose an animalistic growl, a desperate need in his eyes that reflected her own. Instantly, he began thrusting into her, pummeling her hot channel. His shaft glided in the cream of her body. Grabbing near her hips, he pulled open the cleft of her ass, parting her even more.
Clare’s cries echoed around them, joined by the primitive grunts of Dominik. He lifted up, leveraging himself against her hips. The action drove him deeper still and Clare thought he might spilt her in two from the glorious pressure of his claiming.
“Dominik,” she cried, reaching for him. His name dripped like honey from her lips. “More, Dominik! Faster! Fuck me hard!”
Dominik growled, obeying her command. She felt powerful, as she controlled the handsome man. He’d been willing to stop when she asked him to. It made her want him more.
Her body began to tighten, her muscles convulsing around his rigid shaft. Still he moved, using all his energies and strength to give them what they both wanted, needed. A violent scream left her as she arched off the bed. Her hot passage clenched onto him hard, spasming her release against his embedded cock.
Dominik’s shout of pleasure joined hers. His body shot his hot seed into her womb, filling her with the fiery contentment of his release. Still embedded, he fell against her chest. So as not to smother her, he rolled, pulling her panting body with him. He held her leg, curling it over his hip. He slid his cock partly out of her swollen sheath and she trembled.
Clare’s face turned a bright shade of red and she buried herself into his chest to hide. Dominik chuckled, brushing back her hair. He lifted her jaw up gently, so she met his eyes.
Reaching behind him, he drew covers over their bodies and pulled her closer. His lips brushed along hers gently as he said, “Perfect.”
Chapter Six
Clare gave him a tentative smile, not sure what he meant by that one word. Perfect. S
he shivered, drawing her knee weakly from his hip. She sleepily closed her eyes.
“No regrets, right?” he asked.
“Mm, no. Well there is one thing.” She felt him stiffen at her words. She giggled. For a confident man he really seemed to care about her opinion for him. She liked that. Then, suppressing a yawn, she said, “You ripped my dress. Now I don’t have anything to wear.”
Dominik chuckled and relaxed. “It’s fine by me if you wear nothing but those panties around for the rest of the cruise. I always did have a thing for sexy underwear.”
“So you really did throw my bag out?” she mourned, snuggling deeper.
“I had to. It was the only way I’d get you into that dress. I’ve pictured you in it for months now,” Dominik said. Right after the words were out, he stiffened.
Clare wondered at it. Her mind was a bit sluggish with the aftermath of her pleasure. “What do you mean, you’ve been planning this? Oh, no, Kira didn’t…she didn’t really buy you as a birthday gift, did she?”
Clare’s eyes welled with tears of humiliation. She tried to pull away but his arms tightened, not letting her.
“No one paid me to come here,” he said, kissing her cheeks.
“But…?”
“I was told of our joining, and when I first saw you, walking alone through the park with a book and a cup of coffee, I knew that you were going to be mine—forever.”
Clare giggled nervously. “I think you’re delusional.”
“Perhaps,” Dominik allowed. “But, can you not feel it? Our connection?”
Weakly, she asked, “Is it because I am marked?”
Dominik grinned. The back of his hand brushed over her lower stomach. “Yes, ZAychik mov, you belong only to me now.”
Clare shivered, wondering if his possessive tone should have scared her. Then it occurred to her that maybe his translation of the English language was just a bit off and he came off more possessive than he intended to. Yawning, she snuggled into his warmth. She was unable to think too hard about what he said through the oncoming haze of her dreams.
* * * * *
Kira laughed and reached out to tickle Clare’s chin. Her friend moaned weakly, smacking her lips in sleep. Glancing over Clare’s long body hidden by the sheets, Kira grinned. She heard the shower running and assumed Dominik was in the bathroom. She’d tried knocking but had got no answer.
“Clare,” Kira whispered, trying not to alert Dominik. Braden had kept her up most of the night. She’d had sex in so many different positions she could barely walk. There was one thing to be said about having an undead lover. They were tireless in their stamina. And, having lived an eternity, he knew some damned good tricks.
Clare’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked, apparently surprised to see Kira’s face so close to her own. Kira pushed a finger over her lips and shook her head for silence. Clare turned, looking at the empty side of the bed. When she turned back, she was blushing.
“Come on,” Kira mouthed, with a “we need to talk” look on her face.
Clare nodded, covering her mouth as she yawned. Kira motioned that she would be waiting outside. Clare’s hand darted out to stop her. She grinned sheepishly.
“I don’t have any clothes.”
Kira nodded in understanding and crept across the dark cabin to the adjoining door. Pausing, she grinned at Clare and pointed to the bed. “Did you…?”
Clare blushed profusely and waved her away. Kira shrugged, suppressing a teasing giggle. Clare was just too easy to embarrass. It was so much fun!
* * * * *
Clare yawned, watching Kira leave. She blinked, looking again at the bed, remembering every inch of Dominik’s body as if he was next to her. She didn’t know how, after four times the night before, but she was ready to go again. Hearing the shower, she thought of joining him in it. She had the strongest urge to kiss him, Kira’s interference be damned. She bit her lip and decided against it, knowing she wouldn’t start anything with Kira coming back. Hearing a chuckle at the end of the bed, Clare giggled. She’d been caught staring at the bathroom door.
Clare waved at Kira to go away. Kira shook her head in denial. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders at the motion. She signaled that she wasn’t leaving until Clare followed her.
“Why aren’t we speaking?” Clare grumbled and slid to the edge of the bed.
“We’re sneaking out on the men to go shopping and have some girl time,” Kira said softly. Giggling, she tossed Clare a tight black shirt—well, a shirt that would have been tight on Kira’s larger breasts, but bagged a little on Clare’s smaller endowments—and a miniskirt. “Braden seems to have really good hearing.”
Once dressed, Clare followed Kira out of the bedroom. Kira smiled. “For a second there, I thought you were going to ditch me for Dominik in the shower.”
Clare felt herself blush. She’d been doing that a lot lately.
“Looks like you had fun last night,” Kira added, giving a sly look. There was something to Kira this morning. She had a calmness about her, a peace.
Clare rolled her eyes and tried to act mature. However, at her friend’s overly hopeful expression, she grinned. “Oh. My. Gawd. I did have fun, lots of fun. They just don’t make men like that—or toys for that matter.”
“That good?” Kira walked down the quiet hall. It would seem the ship was less lively during the day hours and that was fine by them.
Kira grabbed Clare’s arm and walked toward the ship’s shopping center. Clare definitely needed some new clothes for the remainder of the trip, though she doubted Dominik would allow her to spend too much time in them.
“I still can’t feel my legs,” Clare admitted in an awed whisper. “I swear, Kira, I didn’t know it could be like that. He was so sweet, yet forceful, or is it confident? I don’t know how to describe it. But he was actually willing to stop in the middle of…well, you know. And he was actually going to sleep outside my door to protect me when I asked him just in case the other l…” Then, feeling as if the blood rushed from her face, Clare stopped. She’d been about to say in case other lycans attacked. “Oh, Kira, about Dominik. I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to be upset. He’s a lycan.”
Kira merely smiled. “I know.”
“Are you okay with that? ‘Cause, if you’re not, I’ll get rid of him. I know your history with supernaturals and our friendship comes first.” Clare really didn’t want to banish the lycan from her bed, never knowing when she might have another lover such as him, but friends came before lovers. To her relief, Kira giggled and shook her head in denial.
“No. I don’t mind. In fact, you’ll never believe this, but Braden is a vampire.”
“Who?” Clare asked, confused. “Braden?”
“Ah, Cabin Boy,” Kira clarified.
“He’s not!” Clare proclaimed in horror for her friend. “No wonder you… He mesmerized you didn’t he? That jerk! Don’t worry, Kira, I’ll protect—”
“No, he didn’t mesmerize me.” Kira giggled, cutting her off. Clare frowned. Her friend had been giggling quite a bit since they started their walk, and not in a mischievous “I’m going to tease Clare” sort of way, but in an “I’ve got a secret that I’m dying to tell” sort of way.
“Spill. I need details and pronto, girlfriend!” Clare demanded. She put her hands on her hips and refused to move.
“I’m married,” Kira blurted, grinning happily. “And pregnant.”
Clare looked her over in disbelief. “No way. You are so lying!”
“No, really. I swear it. I’m married. I mated with Braden and—”
“You mated with a vampire? Knowingly mated?” Clare shook her head in disbelief. Kira looked so earnest, that she would have believed her if her words weren’t so impossible. “And you’re pregnant?”
Kira nodded, swallowing nervously. “And in love…which I guess is a good thing, considering.”
“Nice try.” Clare stepped into a little ghoulish clothing boutique. “You had
me going for a second there, I’ll admit. But, you’re the last person who’d ever settle down with one man.”
Clare ignored the troll at the counter who sneered at everyone who entered. The shop wasn’t busy. Seeing racks of lingerie, which took up over half the store, she faltered. Kira grinned, winking knowingly at her hesitation.
“Are you looking for something in particular?” Kira motioned around the store.
“I…” Clare colored slightly. “Dominik mentioned that…well, that he’d enjoy seeing me in…”
“In…?” Kira teased.
“He liked the underwear, okay!” Clare rolled her eyes. “And he said he’d like if—”
“—if you wore something sexy for him?” Kira grinned as she finished the thought for her friend. “Perfect idea! Come on! Let’s go try some stuff on. I want to get something to wear for Braden tonight when he gets up.”
“You really think he’ll sleep all day, Kira? What did you do to him?”
Kira smiled. “I told you, he’s a vamp. They sleep all day, remember?”
Clare stopped at a clothing rack with leather lace-up bustiers. She fingered the outfits curiously, letting the smooth, cool leather occupy her hands while what Kira said occupied her thoughts. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You really slept with a vampire.”
“I’m dead serious…or undead serious,” Kira joked. “Clare, just be happy for me. I mean, he’s great. He’s rough at all the right moments and possessive. And he’s tender and sweet and…and I’m in love him.”
Clare read the truth in her friend’s eyes.
“Clare, there is something I really have to tell you, though. And I don’t want you to freak out, ‘cause I know how you are,” Kira began. Clare stared at Kira, watching her speak but, as her words started, so did a loud foghorn overhead. Clare leaned in, hearing the words, “Dominik…lycan…forever…so…when…you…marked… understand?” The foghorns stopped. Kira smiled brightly at Clare. “So that’s everything.”