20:38 Wed, Sep 24
Mated by Contract to the Alpha
Chapter 107
Rebecca’s POV
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Something in me snapped. All the insecurity and doubt that had been building since Elizabeth’s visit boiled over, and I found myself pushing back against his chest. My palms met the solid warmth of him through his shirt.
“Temporarily, right?” I challenged, my voice sharper than intended, cracking slightly on the last word. “Just until you become Alpha and need to find a proper werewolf mate who’s worthy of you?”
Dominic froze, his expression shifting from possessive to shocked. “Is that what you think?” His eyes searched mine, all traces of the wolf momentarily receding.
“Isn’t that what our contract stipulates?” My voice rose, hands trembling against his chest. “I stay with you until you take over as Alpha. Then what, Dominic? What happens to me then?” My breath came in short, shallow gasps.
For a moment, Dominic said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, unexpectedly, his lips curved into a small smile, his eyes warming. “You’re jealous too, little doe.”
The nickname, spoken with such affection, caught me off guard. My cheeks flushed with heat. “That’s not the point.”
I looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.
He stepped forward again, but this time his approach was different–less predatory, more tender. His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing gently across my skin. I couldn’t help leaning into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed momentarily.
“Tonight,” he murmured, “don’t think about the future. Don’t think about Elizabeth or contracts or what might happen. His forehead touched mine, our breaths mingling. I could smell the wine on his breath, mixed with his
unique scent. “I’ve missed you.”
Before I could argue further, his lips claimed mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened with hunger. Despite my lingering doubts, my body responded instantly, arms wrapping around his neck as I pressed against him. He growled his approval, the sound vibrating through his chest against mine. His hands slid down to my hips, fingers digging in possessively.
In one fluid motion, he lifted me, my dress riding up as my legs wrapped around his waist. I gasped at the sudden movement, clinging to his shoulders. Our kisses grew more desperate with each step toward the bedroom, teeth clashing, breathing ragged.
He laid me on the bed with surprising gentleness, then reached into the nightstand drawer, retrieving a black silk ribbon and what looked like a soft feather. His eyes, now more blue than their usual shade, held mine as he displayed them. My pulse raced, a flush spreading across my skin.
“For questioning your Alpha’s intentions,” he said, voice playful yet commanding, “you deserve a punishment.” The word “punishment made my stomach flip with anticipation.
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My heart raced, breath catching in my throat. And what might that be? My voice came out as little more than a
whisper.
“Hands above your head, he instructed softly. He stood at the edge of the bed, slowly removing his jacket and rolling up his shirtsleeves, revealing strong forearms. The deliberate pace of his movements made my skin tingle with anticipation.
1 hesitated only briefly before complying, stretching my arms toward the headboard. The position made me feel vulnerable, exposed. With careful precision, he bound my wrists with the ribbon, securing them to the bedpost. The silk was cool against my flushed skin, the restraint loose enough to be comfortable yet secure enough that I couldn’t easily free myself.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his dominant demeanor momentarily giving way to genuine concern. His fingertips traced the inside of my wrist, feeling my racing pulse.
1 nodded, touched by his consideration even in this moment of control. “Yes.” My voice sounded husky, foreign to my
own ears.
His smile returned, predatory and pleased. “Good girl.” The praise sent an unexpected thrill through me.
He began by carefully removing my shoes, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Then he retrieved the feather, sitting beside me on the bed. “Close your eyes,” he instructed. I complied, my other senses immediately heightening.
The first touch of the feather against my collarbone made me gasp. He traced it slowly along my skin, following the neckline of my dress, then down my arm. The sensation was so light it almost tickled, raising goosebumps in its wake. I squirmed slightly, pulling against the restraints.
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