Chapter 33: I need you
Maddie
I'm not exaggerating when I say that Dominic arrived like some kind of savior. I didn't know if this was a nightmare, a panic attack or just some wolf stuff I didn't understand that was starting to affect me.
The only thing I knew was that my reaction to kissing him was unintentional, but I couldn't say that I didn't want it.
I needed it. I felt like I was going crazy, and remembering the kiss he gave me, it seemed like the only solution, the only breath my body would have.
"I don't know what's happening to me," I told him, pulling away from him for a moment.
He didn't seem annoyed or surprised; he was undoubtedly completely delighted. He continued to hold me in his arms, gently brushing my hair aside as he looked into my eyes and stroked my back.
"You're worried, and it's obvious that being close to your mate helps. We need you, Maddie, and maybe we can give you some comfort, some happiness, some help," he says, sighing as he kisses my eyelids, my cheek, my nose. His touch is soft and gentle and at the same time the tension between us could melt glaciers.
"Even though I'm human?" I ask.
"The Goddess has created the bond for all, and you have been chosen," he says, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
I have to say that it feels so good to be in his arms, so right and perfect, that I want to feel it again. I go to kiss him again, and he accepts happily.
His mouth possesses me completely; I feel his tongue exploring every nook and cranny with pleasure. His hands wander over my back, my legs, everywhere, and it is exquisite.
"More, more," I tell him in a feverish frenzy, and he lays me down on the bed and continues kissing me, his weight on mine feeling like the most right thing in the world.
Suddenly I feel a desperate hot need and begin to remove my shirt, hearing his moan of approval.
I feel his groin rubbing against mine and move my hands to remove his shirt. He sits up to finish taking it off and in front of me is, without exaggeration, the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life.
Dominic's torso was covered in tattoos and scars, red marks like claws that had torn through his skin at some point. Shamelessly, I ran my hands over him, appreciating everything as if it were a work of art, while he watched me, excited, with those beautiful green eyes.
He snapped out of the trance and deftly unhooked my bra with one hand.
When he had me naked from the waist up, he paused for a moment and stared at me.
"Beautiful mate," he said, placing his hands on the edge of my breasts and then grasping them fully, as if waiting for a moment when I might tell him to stop.
But that Maddie who was afraid of them, who hated them... didn't seem to be here right here. Now there was a girl who desperately wanted one of the boys who bullied her to touch her. I was surprised by the moan that came out of my mouth.
"I've never seen anything so gorgeous in my life," he said, and suddenly he leaned down and started kissing my breasts. He squeezed them gently with his lips while massaging them with one of his hands.
He licked and treated them with tenderness and adoration as I writhed beneath him. My hands roamed over his body, squeezing his muscles and skin between my hands. When I reached the bulge in his pants, he moaned unashamedly.
"Don't do that, mate, I feel like I'm going to explode," he pleaded.
His touches and kisses on my breasts and stomach delighted me, but I felt like I needed more. I let out whimpers and moans, not recognizing myself as I whispered:
"I need more, please," I said, and he growled.
"It's the bond, my love, it demands us to be together," he says between kisses,
He seems to make a decision, stands up, takes off his pants, staying in his boxers, and starts to pull down my pajama shorts, leaving me in my panties. Not long ago Logan had asked me to undress, had me in my underwear and touched me.
Although it had been pleasurable, I hadn't asked for it and didn't want it with him. With Dominic, it was different, perhaps because he was quite different. Now I was the one who asked for his caresses and he returned them with tenderness.
"Fuck..." he said through clenched teeth when he had me there on the bed, half naked, excited, writhing, gripping the sheets, pressing my thighs together to create some friction in my center.
"Dominic..." I said, and he began to caress my feet, massaging them, taking my ankles and moving up my legs, trying to gently separate them.
I didn't know what I wanted or needed, but I was sure he could give it to me. Right now, just his hands on me made my mind forget all the problems and worries.
I felt that I was where I was supposed to be, that this was the right place and the right time, like I had never felt before in my whole life, even if it didn't make any sense.
I wasn't even surprised when the door suddenly opened and Kurt appeared. If it was possible, I even felt relieved. It seemed that Dominic wouldn't let someone see me so exposed if he didn't know exactly who it could be.
"Damn, brother... weren't you going to invite me?" he asked, his eyes completely fixed on my half-naked body.
If the moment was right, it was even more so now. I knew inside that I needed him as much as I needed both of them.
What I didn't know was that this moment would change absolutely everything, and there would be no going back.
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