THERE WAS NO DOUBT NOW

**Rebecca’s story**

“Everything okay here, Becca?” Logan’s voice thundered from down the hall. He couldn’t have found a worse time.
Dominic’s eyes instantly reddened, and I could even see his fangs emerge threateningly. If he turned here, Logan didn’t stand a chance.
“It’s all right, Logan. We were just heading for the party. Dominic, are you coming?” I asked tenderly, hoping to calm him down. “Don’t do this here, please,” I whispered, so close, shuddering at how delicious his scent was.
With a discreet but charming caress, he answered me. Then he moved away from me, away from Logan, until he was no longer in my sight.
“What was that all about?”
“You know very well what it was, Logan. Try not to provoke him too much, okay?” What was going on with this agent? Was it just my imagination, or did Dominic already sense that Logan saw me as more than his superior? No, that was out of the equation.
It was hard enough knowing Dominic was at the party. Maybe if I could get Declan alone. I had so many questions. And just as I arrived, Declan was at the bar with a glass of whiskey. It was the perfect opportunity.
“Hello, Declan! What brings you two here?” I asked him directly, without giving him time to think about what to say.
“Rebecca…” he barely said my name and choked on his whiskey sip. “Look, I really tried to talk him out of it. I even told him it wasn’t a good idea. But when he found out your friend was here too, he went nuts. He gave me an hour to pack. I could barely find someone to hold my place at the hospital.” He sounded sincere. But even so, Dominic had no right to come into my life like that.
“But why, Declan? Why won’t he leave me alone? By what right does he keep telling me I’m in his possession? And before you answer me, I know all about him as I’m sure you do too, being his friend and confidant. Otherwise, with my wounds that night, he would not have brought me to you.” Declan sighed as if from the bottom of his soul.
“You’re his Luna, and that’s for life. Whatever you do, wherever you hide, he will find you. It’s in his destiny... and yours.”
“Destiny? Don’t we make our own destiny? What happens if I don’t want to? What if I don’t want to and I don’t feel this strong connection he keeps telling me about?”
“It’s like you have no escape, Rebecca. He won’t make you do anything. Don’t be scared. He’s a rogue, he’s not part of any pack, so technically, he doesn’t need someone to lead the pack with. But the werewolf’s destiny can’t be denied. I think above and beyond what he feels, that he feels you have to be with him. He really loves you.”
Declan’s words were amazing, but they were just his friend’s words. I wonder how Dominic felt. I still didn’t know which side to be on. My heart was screaming at me to love him while my reason was telling me to stay away. Who was I to listen to now? For the moment, I went back to Logan. One thing was certain. I had to try and keep him at a distance. At the slightest move, Dominic could unleash the beast inside him.
It was very hard for me to know Dominic was watching my every move. It was not like I wasn’t used to it, but now Logan was in the middle of it all. His only intention was for the mission to go flawlessly, with no unwanted incidents. And even though it did, we were so close to disaster. In fact, I was grateful for his discovery. Now, so many girls were safe with their families. And that’s what mattered the most.
“So, everything’s okay?” Logan greeted me, a little concerned. “If Dominic gives you any trouble...”
“No, he’s not, don’t worry. And yes, everything’s perfect.” Somehow, I had to put Logan in his place. Just in case he forgot it.
Dominic’s intense gaze would linger with every step I took. If the thrill of the mission success wasn’t enough, now I had Dominic watching me, making me feel special and uncomfortable at the same time.
I needed space, so I left the ballroom with no one seeing me. Or so I thought.
“What’s with you and Logan?”
I didn’t have time to say what I wanted to say before I found myself dragged into a small office. My body wanted to fight him, but my heart abandoned me to his power. In my upper arm, where he grabbed me, the skin was on fire. His natural touch sent shivers down my spine and a sweet, aching heat descended into my belly. It was the pain I felt when my desire for him reached its peak. And at this exact moment, it was.
The thought of being alone with him in a private place made my heart flutter. He knew his question upset me, but I wasn’t about to back out now. I was going to stand by my beliefs that Logan and I were just co-workers and it was time Dominic knew that.
After he practically threw me into this small space, Dominic noisily locked the door, not caring if anyone could hear us. At this point, I didn’t think he really cared about such things anymore. I felt him in love and ready to shout it at the world.
“I don’t think I understand you” I tried to calm the atmosphere, but it was so heated that I could hear his blood rushing furiously through his veins.
“Oh, don’t go there, love! Don’t pretend you don’t understand” It was the first time he called me love. This was getting serious.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? Logan’s wrong. He’s wrong when he talks to you, when he touches you, even if it’s out of politeness, and it’s very wrong that you don’t see my pain and my love for you!”
This last confession froze me in an instant. My mouth fell open, and I fixed my eyes on his. Dominic held me between him and the door. His right hand embraced my waist, and his left held my right hand above my head. I couldn’t move an inch. He held me so tight. At first, I was a little afraid of his reaction, but now I could feel my heart melting and maybe my body surrendering to him. He must have felt something because he loosened his grip by leading my arm right over my breasts.
My breathing was very heavy, but I would not give up. I might love him, but he needed to calm down and talk to me. Suddenly, he moved closer, his lips inches from mine. His hot breath on my half-opened mouth was driving me crazy. If I had only one desire to fulfill myself right now, it was definitely his passionate kiss. I needed his lips on mine again, badly. As if reading my mind, he captured my mouth with his in a kiss so different from the first and certainly the last in the shower. This one was neither longing nor with jealousy, but it had pain in it. Like he was afraid of losing me.
I had to reassure him I wasn’t going anywhere, so I slipped my hand behind his head, grabbing his hair, pulling him closer. It must have triggered something in him, because his response was almost beastly and desperate. His kiss deepened in my mouth, his tongue playing frantically with mine. I let myself go and responded with the same eagerness he did. I felt all his hard places through my dress. It was crazy. I arched along his hard body, breathing him in through all my pores, letting his hands slide inside, grabbing and exposing my breasts. I let out a deep moan, pushing myself harder against him. Then he crashed the kiss and put a finger on my lips, motioning for me to be quiet. “Someone might hear us!” he whispered in a jerky voice.
“Since when do you care about this?”
“You are right, I don’t!”
With his last words, he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, touching in a spot that woke me up completely in a second. He was so hard that I was sure this time he had neither the will nor the strength to stop in time. And, to be honest, I didn’t want him to stop. Making his way to the desk, he threw everything aside as he climbed me onto the table. I flexed my legs, inviting him between my tights. We separated for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes.
The same look full of desire and excitement, the same heaving breaths and the same lust consuming us both. I felt his hard penis through my lace panties and my moans this time were long and pleading. I bit my bottom lip, tempting him to kiss me again. He did, but now he was offering me love and gentleness. It felt like a farewell kiss, and it actually was. At that moment, he pulled away from me but helped me to my feet. He then arranged my messy hair and covered my cheeks. With a deep, sad look, he assured me. “I love you, Rebecca, but not like this! You deserve so much more than that!”
I should have said, I love you too, because I felt that, but the words stuck in my throat. They wouldn’t come out. I stared into his eyes, wondering why this moment stopped until it hit me. Dominic loved me, he wanted the best for me, wanted me, but not in a cold little place on a desk in an office. He craved me, I could see it in his eyes and actions. And the most important thing was that I loved him too. This time I had no doubt about it.