ChapterOne
Teddy De Ver
The sun streamedthrough the windows behind me, which was…a bit strange. The sun only fell on that side of the building after two p.m., and it was still eight in the morning. For some reason, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal right now, though. I kept mixing the batter, not really sure what I’d even put in there. But it looked okay. It looked like Mom’s. She used to make us pancakes most mornings, and the batter looked exactly like that—thick, with small chunks of flour in it.
As if my body was being guided by someone else, I took the spoon and went through the motions, only to see that there was already a plate full of pancakes on the other side of the counter, along with two small bowls—one with blackberries in it, the other full of perfectly cut pieces of strawberries.
Huh. When had I made those?
In fact…when had Ievermade pancakes in my life?
Arms wrapped around me, warm and strong, chasing away every thought from my head in an instant. Dominic’s large body pressed against my back, and I felt his thick hardness on my lower back. I moaned at the feel of him and my eyes closed. Pancakes forgotten, I held myself on the edge of the countertop while he pressed himself against me harder, with so much need my insides were already burning.
“Morning, Teddybear,” he growled against my ear. He sounded so different—not like Dominic, but like a cross between man and beast.
My response was a louder moan when he thrust his hips against my ass. It wasn’t fair. I hadn’t even seen his face yet, and I had already surrendered myself to him completely. He could have his way with me without a single word of complaint.
His large, warm hand went up my stomach and under my loose crop top, cupping my breast, squeezing hard. My back arched all the way as I cried out his name.
“Damn, Teddybear. You’re not wearing a bra,” he growled, biting the side of my neck, leaving me breathless.
“I thought you might like that…”
Had I? I didn’t remember if I put a bra on. I didn’t remember if—
A blink, and the shirt was torn from my body, wiping my mind clean once more. Dominic growled again, one hand around my hips, his erection still pressed against my lower back. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with his other hand and pulled my head back. His tongue was in my ear, wet and hot and licking furiously. I never thought it was even possible, but I could come just by him licking my ear and pressing onto me like that.
He kept on growling, more beast than man now, and he pushed himself off me for just a second to pull up my skirt and tear my thong to pieces with one pull. I cried out, half from the pain, half from the anticipation.
“Dominic,” I panted, trying to turn my head and see him, his swollen eyes, his naked chest, his disheveled hair. But he pressed himself onto me again, pushing me forward, driving my hips into the countertop’s edge. The pain barely registered when I felt him naked, his cock pulsating against my skin.
With a hand on the back of my neck, he pushed me forward until I bent over completely. The strangest thing, though…the stove wasn’t in front of me anymore. It was gone. Disappeared. Only the plates full of pancakes and berries remained, and they were at least three feet away from me now.
“Fuck, Teddybear,” Dominic growled when he slipped his hand forward and ran his fingers through my wet folds. My thighs clenched and my entire body shuddered as I held onto the countertop. How did he even know how to touch me like that?
“Dominic,” I cried louder, raising my ass to tell him what I needed—him inside me, all the way.
“You’re so fucking wet, Teddybear. You’re always begging to be fucked,” he growled, and the words only turned me on more. I moaned and I cried and I pushed myself against him until he finally took his cock in his hand and guided it lower, down to my entrance.
My eyes squeezed shut, and I held my breath, waiting for him to fill me. I thought he would take his time, like always. He was huge and I was tiny, way too tight for him still.
But he must have been in a rush because the moment his tip spread my folds, he thrust himselfhardall the way inside me with one movement. I cried out, my heart almost beating out of my chest. He growled and moaned and the sound of him, the feel of him were all I had right now, but it was more than enough. I reached down and grabbed his forearms to hold myself, and strangely it didn’t hurt to have all of him inside me like that. The pleasure had every inch of me burning, especially when he moved away and thrust back inside even harder.
“You want it, don’t you,” he whispered, running his fingers on my naked back. His fingernails must have grown because he scratched the hell out of my skin, making me cry out louder.
“Yes,” I panted, and he kept going, each thrust harder, shaking every inch of me.
A slap on my ass and he dug his fingers deeper into my hips and pulled me to him. If he wasn’t holding me up, my legs would have given up on me a long time ago.
“You want to be fucked like this every morning, don’t you.” He kept going.
Yes, yes, yes,I think I shouted, but I couldn’t really hear my own voice anymore.
But then…his fingers moved up toward my stomach and waist, and theyhurt.He pulled me up just a little bit while he kept thrusting into me, moving me forward and back like I weighed nothing, and though his cock felt incredible inside me, stretching me all the way, his fingers wrapped around my waist really, really hurt.
“Dominic,” I warned, but he didn’t hear me. He growled and moaned and kept on moving, and my eyes opened. I looked down. “Dominic!”
His fingers were no fingers at all. They were covered in brown fur, and his fingernails were claws. Long claws digging into my skin.