"Agreed."
"Good, then let us do this."
We both downed our drinks like we were going into battle. Then we went into the big crowd. We quickly found Damon though, who was smiling and being the perfect host. He was looking really good in his dark suit, and his light green eyes were almost shining. He was born for this, I noticed, as he introduced us to some people. Everyone mostly focused on the king. Dominic was far more interesting than a little half-blood like me, but a few still tried talking to me, asking me where I was from. How did we meet? What were my plans as his queen? Was I ready for the huge responsibility that came from being Dominic's mate? It was all very overwhelming, but I tried my best to seem relaxed and answer their questions as honestly as I could. It didn't seem to impress them though, and when Dominic noticed I was losing my confidence a bit, he excused us by saying we were going to dance. He took my hand and let me to the dance floor. Slow music was playing, and his hands landed on my hips, while my hands landed on his shoulders.
"You're doing good," he said.
"It's like a damn battlefield out there," I told him.
That made him laugh while he nodded.
"I know, they are like vultures."
"They want me to fail ..."
I looked down, feeling sad.
"They do, but not because you are you," he said. "It's because they want me and the power I bring. There is nothing wrong with you, little wolf."
He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head and then leaning down to kiss me. I couldn't care less at that moment if anyone was looking and hating what they saw, or just hating that I was the one now getting all of Dominic's attention. He was my mate, and we belonged to each other. The feelings he brought out in me were ... indescribable. They made my body burn for him in an instant and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, while my tongue slid into his mouth, stroking over his, and making him growl a little.
"This dress is definitely not going to survive either," he leaned back and whispered.
"You think we can sneak off for a moment?"
"I need more than just a moment with you, and you know that," he said darkly, as he leaned down to where my mark was, nuzzling it and nibbling on it.
I was close to moaning right there on the dance floor, but I bit my lip, keeping it inside. Fuck, he knew just the way to make me lose my mind.
"Come."
He took my hand and suddenly led me through the crowd. It seemed like even if it was only a moment he could have, then he would gladly take it. He led us out of the big room and found a bathroom where he could lock the door, then he turned around, wrapped his arms around my waist, and brought me up on the sink.
"You got me under a spell, my little mate," he whispered, as he crashed his lips to mine again, but there was no hurry to this kiss. It was like he was savoring me, while he pulled up my dress.
He growled darkly when he noticed I wasn't wearing any underwear.
"I should punish you for this," he said.
I chuckled and smiled teasingly.
"Do it," I said, challenging him, before I whimpered, leaning my head back, as he ran a finger through all the wetness that was already pooling at my entrance and then with his thumb drew small circles around my clit.
My nails dug into his shoulder, almost ripping the jacket he was wearing. He was making my body burn so damn good, but it was only enough to make the flames flare, not enough to make me explode.
"Maybe I should just not allow you to come," he said darkly, as he bit the soft skin on my neck.
"Please ..."
Shit, he could not do this to me. I gasped as he pulled me down from the sink, turning me around and then bending me over it. I placed my hands on the sink, pushing back, letting him have me as he wanted, and he definitely didn't waste a second to unbuckle his belt and free his hard cock from his pants, before spearing inside of me, making me gasp, as all the air was pushed from my lungs. One of his hands landed on my hip, the other in my hair, as he started to pound into me hard while forcing my head back. Fuck, I loved this. I liked it very much when he was so rough and desperate to have me.
"Does this remind you of anything?" he asked darkly in my ear.
I could see us both in the mirror in front of us, and damn, the sight just turned me on, even more, making me even wetter and the sound of him sliding in and out of me was just wicked. I could barely think though. I could barely understand what he was saying and definitely not as he sped up a little, hitting just the right spot inside of me.
"N-No ..."
"This was how we met," he reminded me, making me smile, as I remembered the way I had caught him in the bathroom at the party, where I had been stealing from the aristocrats.