Natalie couldn't help but roll her eyes at Dominic. "Easy there, Bigfoot."
"Bigfoot?" Dominic repeated with a questioning tone.
"You're Alpha of a place like this, so you should be bigfoot. I have no intention of hiding from you. You're mistaking me for one of your submissive Jane. That's not to say there won't be some struggling involved if you expect to get in that bed with me."
"In the next thirty minutes, I'll be with you. We'll cross that struggle bridge when we get there. Although, with the way your wolf is riding you so hard to complete the mating, I foresee a whole less resisting and a lot more compliance."
"Ah, now I understand. You dream a lot. You must be a resident of La La Land. I bet you're Sultan there too." The sound of Davina's airy laugh followed Natalie as she sauntered out of the kitchen.
Damn it! Natalie wished Dominic hadn't been right about her wolf's eagerness to finish the mating. It wasn't just that her wolf craved the feeling of his body possessing hers. The drive to consummate the claiming also had a lot to do with her wolf being anxious that the mating was incomplete. Being back inside Dominic's bedroom where his scent was overbearing made her wolf a little less restless, but still, she didn't like being separated from her male. Not while the mating was half-finished.
Opening the door at the opposite side of the room, she found herself in the most amazing en-suite bathroom. She very much liked the look of the all-glass corner shower, but the masterpiece was the square, spacious bath. It was so large you needed to climb a few steps before you could get into it. Unfortunately, she didn't have time for a leisurely soak, so a corner shower it was.
A thought struck Natalie as she entered the shower. It was well known that mates found it uncomfortable to be apart for the first few months. Would that apply to her and Dominic or would they be spared that because they weren't true mates? She suspected that, in any case, things would always be more trying for her and Dominic due to how both their wolves constantly reached for the surface.
If it was going to be uncomfortable then that could prove a problem. Although she hadn't known Dominic for very long, she had picked up that he wasn't a touchy-feely person. For werewolves, touch was a need. It was as basic as eating and breathing. But Dominic didn't seem to experience that craving or had conditioned himself to ignore it somehow. Yes, he had slid his hands all over her at the club, but that had been for their 'true mate' act. The second they were in the car he had released her and he hadn't touched her since. He always seemed to sit apart or stand apart from the others. If this continued while they were mated, it would be damn hard for their wolves.
As she stepped out of the corner shower she wrapped a thick white towel around herself and went back into the bedroom, all the while ignoring the way her stomach was clenching at the mere thought of having Dominic inside her. Not Dominic as her mate, but Dominic as the man who had an overwhelming effect on her body merely by looking at her.
One didn't need to wonder how he always reeled in females with little effort. Natalie groaned when she realized just how much possessiveness had been in that one thought, and she placed her palms over her eyes.
"Fuck... You have tattoos." Natalie turned her head slowly at the sound of Dominic's low growl and watched as he closed the bedroom door, his bright eyes staring at her with such heat she sucked in a breath.
*****
Dominic had never really thought of tattoos as sexual but the sight of them on Natalie's body had his cock throbbing. He couldn't decide which he liked best, the anklet or the howling wolf spread from her lower back, past her spine to he ass cheeks. It was too damn hot for his sanity.
She grinned wickedly. "I do."
All Dominic wanted to do right then was to trace that tattoo with his tongue, but he doubted he'd have the self-restraint to take things nice and slow when his lust for her was like a fever in his blood. His wolf was eager to come inside her – another way to mark his mate. But both he and his wolf knew that this was about more than just consummating the claiming. Natalie needed to acknowledge, accept, and admit that she was his mate.
They weren't mates of the soul or even the heart – both of which made it possible for it to be temporary – but she had to understand that this didn't make the mating any less real. They were still mates in the physical sense which meant that she still belonged to him. If he didn't make her understand and admit it, this would never work. He wouldn't have her always throwing in his face that he wasn't her true mate, implying that he didn't have any rights to her. She was his now. Or at least for a short while anyway.
"I need you to lose the towel, Natalie," he ordered softly but Natalie scoffed - a clear indication that she was not going to do it. Not many people would dare to ignore an order from him, but of course, Natalie wasn't many people. He was beginning to see that she was one of a kind. "Would you like me to do it myself?" he inquired, but she only smiled.
"Honestly, does that really work for you?" Dominic knew that she knew the answer to her question. He could sense the eagerness of her wolf and knew that his implacable, uncompromising tone had very nearly worked on her. He could smell her need. Knew just how horny she was and how much her wolf craved his possession. Natalie may not want him, but he knew her wolf did. She wanted him to prove that he was worthy of her surrender.
"I know you're an alpha, Dominic," she continued when he kept staring at her without a response. "But I think you might be forgetting that I am also an Alpha in my own right. You can unleash that beast of yours if you want, but I'll try not to laugh, I promise."
Dominic's wolf stretched within him, ready and content to catch and subdue his little mate. "Don't make me chase you, baby. Don't make me have to spank that ass." Not that that would be such a bad thing. "Come. Here."
"Yeah, well, ordinarily I would but it's been such a long day and -" Abruptly he dived at her but she swiftly and skilfully dodged him and managed to place a good distance between them.
"Fuck, Natalie. I can smell your arousal. It's the sweetest scent I've ever perceived." Dominic grinned when he caught Natalie's gaze zooming in on his hands as he snapped open the buttons of his fly.
"Why the fuck are you taunting us both?" he asked as his painfully hard cock sprang out from his brief. Dominic almost lost it when Natalie licked her bottom lip in response - a clear indication that he was right. He groaned and then shoved down his jeans. Stepping out of them, he began to unbutton his shirt and prowl toward her. He was on a hunt, and his stubborn as fuck mate was going to be his prey.