Chapter 6

Samantha’s POV A low rustle came from the trees, and every nerve in my body went on high alert. I skidded to a stop, my paws digging into the earth as my senses sharpened. Someone was out here. I could feel it, the prickling awareness crawling along my spine. A soft breeze carried a familiar scent, unmistakable, I could guess who it belonged to. Dominic. My wolf bristled at the recognition, and without hesitation, I shifted back into human form, hurriedly pulling on the clothes I had stashed behind a thick oak earlier before I went for a run. I barely had a moment to catch my breath before Dominic emerged from the shadows, stepping into the silvery moonlight that was just rising in the sky. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His muscles were carved like hard sculptures, displaying power and strength. His body was forged through years of battle and discipline. Every inch of him exuded dominance—his broad shoulders, the taut expanse of his chest, the strength in his arms that spoke of untold years of training, he was like a warrior who had stepped out of my worst nightmares and deepest desires.And god, how it affected me. My body reacted to him before my mind could even catch up, every nerve in me had begun lighting up like a live wire, sending more shivers down my spine. His presence was suffocating, yet highly addictive, and intoxicating, like a poisonous aphrodisiac that I would be willing to drink. I wanted to step back, to regain control, but I couldn’t. The heat from his body pulled me in like a magnet, the scent of him—wood, sweat, and something darker, something only I knew—flooded my senses. My pulse raced, blood rushing to places I hadn’t even realized had been dormant for years. The memory of him, the feel of his body against mine, and the way he made me feel so alive, all came rushing back, crashing into me like a tidal wave. Every inch of him reminded me of everything I had lost and everything I still craved. His eyes, dark and fierce, locked onto mine, and I felt like I was drowning in the depths of them. His lips, slightly parted, were a cruel invitation, and I found myself wanting, no — needing — him in a way I could not fight. “Running away again, Samantha?” His voice was a low rumble, deep and husky, and the way he looked at me, with those stormy eyes that seemed to pierce through every defense I had built over the years, sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over me. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm, though my heart beat wildly. “I wasn’t running away,” I shot back, and my voice was surprisingly even steadier than I felt. “I was… blowing off steam.” I saw his eyes darken even more as he scanned my disheveled dress, his gaze landing on one strap that fell off my shoulder. I followed his gaze and I immediately fixed my dress as well as tried to cover up the trace of my erect nipple on the thin fabric with my long hair. I heard a growl rumble in his chest— in disapproval at what I did. He took a step closer, like a predator claiming its prey, but I stepped back, stepping on a twig, it snapped and made me jolt in surprise. He was focused on me, not tearing his gaze from watching, assessing me. Even after all these years, his proximity had a way of stripping away my armor. I cursed myself for it, for the weakness that twisted my insides and made my pulse race. Dominic’s gaze roamed over me, intense and searching. “Blowing off steam?” he repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly, suspiciously. “Since when did you like to run at nightfall? Alone?” he asked, and I could sense what he was trying to know. In human-saturated places, werewolves prefer to take runs at nightfall, when it is dark, and can easily conceal themselves and shift back to human forms. And with my current look, I knew he was suspicious of me, of what I could be doing out here in the forest behind the hotel. I did not know that he was also staying in the same hotel. Killian and I had decided to check in after the event since we will be having another meeting tomorrow with the allied packs. “A lot has changed in six years.” I replied, trying to sound indifferent, but my voice betrayed me with a slight quiver, fearing what he knew and what he might find out. Silence hung heavily between us, containing everything that was unspoken. My chest tightened as the memories flooded back into my mind, although most of it consisted of the painful scenes I had witnessed, I still relished on the several occasions that he had spared me some time. Despite the years that I was not with him, the feelings that I thought I had perfectly buried to death did not dampen the way I reacted to him. If anything, the years apart had intensified the longing, the unfulfilled need. I finally broke the silence. “Why are you here, Dominic? You’re not supposed to be at this meeting.” He took another step closer, his jaw clenching. “Maybe I needed to see for myself,” he muttered, his gaze flicking over me, lingering on my lips. “See if you were really here.” The space between us seemed to have vanished, and I found myself trapped in the intensity of his stare while he towered over me, closer than I would have wanted, or what I had always wanted. The heat that simmered within was familiar, dangerous, and utterly irresistible. My mind screamed at me to back away, to run before I fell apart, but my body betrayed me, drawn to him like a moth to flame. “Dominic,” I spoke, barely audible, a whisper that sounded more like a plea than a warning. He reached out, his fingers grazing my jaw, and the simple touch sent fire racing through my veins. “Still so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with an emotion that felt both tender and feral. “Still the only one who ever made me feel… like this.” I should have pushed him away. I should have screamed at him, and told him to leave, but instead, I melted into his touch. Years of longing and heartache surged to the surface, breaking through every barricade I surrounded myself with. And before I knew it, he was already pulling me closer, his hand threading into my hair, possessively, while his other hand traveled all over my waist, to my back, to my hips, leaving trails of fire under his fingertips. The moment our lips met, it was a collision— fierce, hungry, wild. His mouth claimed mine with a brutal haste, and I kissed him back with everything I had kept locked away, the anger, the desire, the raw, unfulfilled need that had haunted me for years. I could not control myself as my mind refused to think rationally while I succumbed to his embrace. His warm hands roamed over my body, desperate and possessive, as if trying to memorize every curve and contour he had missed. It was never like this. He was never like this to me. And I would say I was on cloud nine to feel him this way for me. It was all I had ever wanted, desired, and wished for years. He pressed me back against the rough bark of a tree, his hands sliding beneath my dress, skin meeting skin and I gasped at his heat. The sensation was electric, and I shivered under his touch, gasping against his lips. “Dominic,” I moaned, desperately, a plea and a curse all in one. He groaned, his body pressing harder against mine, and I felt his hard cock straining beneath his shorts. It mirrored the need pulsing in my core, sensitive and uncontrollable. His hands explored with undeniable urgency, sliding over my waist, up my back, claiming every inch of skin he could touch. And the fact that I was not wearing any underwear made me more exposed, and hot, the lust fanning over the sparking fire. The world around us seemed to have blurred, the rustling leaves, the whisper of the wind— all of it drowned out by the desire that roared between us. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” he whispered as he kissed my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin sent me another wave of electric shock that sent a new trail of shiver down my spine, igniting something deeper and uncontrollable inside me. His lips trailed down, leaving a searing path, and I arched into him, exposing my neck more for his assaults, baring myself to surrender under his touch. He tugged at my clothes, the cool night air rushing over my skin, but it did nothing to cool the fever that burned between us. I helped him, hands fumbling and desperate, until there was nothing left between us. We were skin to skin, a tangle of limbs and yearning, and I could not stop the way I gasped as he pressed me down onto the forest floor, the dried leaves crunching beneath our bodies as they cradled us from dirt. His mouth found mine again, and we kissed like we were starving for each other, like every moment apart had left a void that only this could fill. Our lips collided fiercely, nipping, biting, and his tongue dancing in sync with my in my mouth. It was a clash of desire and desperation, and I was losing myself in the process of tasting him. His hands tightened around my hips, pulling me closer as he aligned himself to my entrance. He dipped, pushing harder and I gasp at every inch of his cock that entered me. “After all these years,” he groaned, “You’re still so tight, Samantha.” There was a mix of surprise and something primal in his words, a disbelief yet filled with possessiveness. His grip went tighter as I clenched around his cock, relishing the feeling of him inside me. 6 years. I had been away for six years, the desire built up, and to see him again, feel him, every touch, every thrust, it was like I would not want to let him go. It was an intoxicating blend of gentleness and primal need, a dance between yearning and lust, leaving me breathless, and lost in the rhythm of our bodies. His lips brushed against my neck, trailing down to my collarbone as he buried himself deeper, and I could not help the moan that escaped me. My fingers clutched at his back, feeling the hard muscles shift beneath my touch, I scratched, unconsciously leaving my marks, but thinking about it, I like that was staking my claim, surprisingly, I did not expect myself to be this possessive after everything. Dominic’s gaze found mine, and he stilled, his brow furrowed as if he was fighting a war inside himself. His eyes, dark with desire but shadowed by something I could not quite name, searched min. His hand came up, fingers tracing along my jaw, his thumb brushing over my trembling lips. “Please,” I pleaded, feeling my insides throbbing against his hardened shaft, begging him to continue. Both our chests rose and fell, catching our breaths as I chased my high and he, controlling himself, denying me of what I wanted. “Tell me… has there been anyone else?” he asked, his voice was strained and controlled, yet almost vulnerable, with his grip tightening on me as if it could ground him for whatever the answer to his question was. I wondered why he had asked, why would it matter to him, when in the past years he did not seem to care about us. “Dominic!” I yelped when he thrust once, harder, hitting my cervix. “Answer me, Samantha,” he growled, a warning from his voice yet his eyes showed something else— hope, lust, possessiveness, and need. He moved, slowly, drawing out an answer. “No,” I gasped, the word escaping before I could think to hold it back. My voice trembled, carrying more than just passion, but more of an ache, a longing, a truth that stripped me bare. “Only you,” I whispered as I felt him grow harder and faster, stroking the walls inside me. His eyes darkened, the possessiveness in his gaze seemed triumphant at my response. His fingers threaded into my hair, tilting my head as he captured my lips in a consuming and desperate kiss. My body arched into his, responding to him with a desperation that bordered on madness. “You’re mine, Samantha,” he groaned tracing my jaw with his lips. “Always.” I held on tight, my fingers digging into his back as if he might disappear if I let go. The pleasure built up fast, intense, and impossible to contain, crashing over me in waves that stole my breath. Everything around us faded away until it was just the two of us, tangled up in the kind of passion that had always been there, even when we tried to forget it. My heart raced, pounding in my ears, and the tension coiled tighter, pushing me closer to the edge. When it finally broke, it took us both by surprise, stealing the air from my lungs and leaving me trembling. We shattered together, our cries and gasps blending and echoing through the quiet forest, carried away by the night. I could feel his cum inside me, warm, and exploding, his cock pulsing as I milked him to empty. The rush of heat inside me brought everything crashing back— the years apart, the aching longing, and the raw reality of what this reunion meant. But as reality crept back in, so did the fear, coiling in my stomach like a snake. I pushed him away, gathering my dress as I thought of the terrifying possibility that history could repeat itself. He came inside me, without any protection. And the last time we had done it, with just one night, I conceived the twins. I would not want that to happen again. But before I could gather my thoughts, my phone rang. Panic surged as I scrambled to take it out of my dress’ pocket, and without thinking, I answered. The sound of a familiar, sweet voice came through, clear as day, yet it poured like a bucket of ice onto my head. “Mommy?” My heart stopped. It was Devon. I looked up at Dominic, dread coursing through me as his eyes narrowed with suspicion flaring in them. Did he hear him?