Chapter 29: bathroom heat
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We made it back to the pack house just before night fully settled in.
The moment the door closed behind us, the shift in the air was unmistakable.
Anna felt it first.
So did I.
The faint, lingering scent of Thumper’s earlier arousal clung to the house—not fresh, not inviting, but residual, soaked into the walls like a memory her body hadn’t asked permission to leave behind. It hit both my wolf and my instincts at once, sharp and unsettling, twisting with everything else that had already gone wrong today.
I forced myself to breathe through it.
This wasn’t desire.
This was aftermath.
Anna stiffened beside me, her expression softening with immediate understanding. She turned her attention to Thumper before either of us could react the wrong way.
“Is there anything you need from me?” she asked gently. “Anything at all. I’m here because I care about you—about your well-being.”
Thumper hesitated, then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Anna. The hug was tight, almost desperate.
“Thank you for coming,” she said quietly. “Even after I ignored your warnings. I didn’t mean to put you—or anyone—in danger.”
Anna rubbed slow circles against her back. “You’re not in trouble. None of this is your fault. You survived something you shouldn’t have had to.”
Watching that exchange did something painful to my chest.
My mate had carried too much alone for too long.
While Anna stayed with her, grounding her, reassuring her, I felt my attention being pulled elsewhere—drawn by instinct, not intention. The scent grew stronger after walking up the stairs the closer I moved down the hall.
I hated myself for noticing it.
I hated that my body reacted before my mind could stop it.
Still, my feet carried me toward her room.
The door was slightly ajar. Her bedroom looked untouched, peaceful in a way that felt wrong after everything she’d endured. I stepped inside, then into the bathroom—and that was when it hit me fully.
The scent wasn’t seductive.
It was raw.
Fear-laced. Confused. Human.
It told a story my mate hadn’t said out loud: a woman trying to feel something she could control, after having so much taken from her.
My wolf pressed hard against my restraint, not in hunger—but in fury.
This wasn’t an invitation.
It was evidence.
Someone had made my mate feel unsafe in her own body.
I clenched my fists, grounding myself against the sink, forcing my breathing slow and controlled.
She didn’t need a claiming alpha right now.
She didn’t need desire.
She needed safety.
And whoever had made her feel otherwise—
They would answer for it.
Not tonight.
But soon.
The second I heard the front door close, my female Beta linked me.
‘I’m taking the pups and helping the pack females bring the elders closer to the pack house, Alpha. I’ll keep you updated if anything changes.’
I stretched my body, still tense from everything that had happened, when I heard a sharp gasp behind me.
I replied to Anna immediately, already knowing why Thumper had reacted the way she did.
‘If I don’t answer through the link, text my damn phone, Anna. My wolf is claiming his mate tonight.’
She laughed softly through the link, clearly amused, but I shut every connection down without another word.
When I turned to Thumper, her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her voice nervous.
“Is… is something wrong?” she asked. “Nobody went into my room, right? I— I’m sorry, I’m trying really hard to ignore the obvious bulge in your pants, I just… I don’t know what has you this stiff.”
Her innocence almost broke me.
She couldn’t smell what I could. She was human. She didn’t realize that the faint trace of her arousal still lingered in the house, clinging to the air, to the walls, to me.
But my wolf did.
And so did I.
Her body had responded to desire yesterday—alone, confused, seeking comfort—while I had been drowning in pack problems, trying to keep everything from falling apart.
The knowledge hit me hard.
My c**k was fully hard now, not from fantasy, not from imagination—but from her. From what she had done. From what she wanted, even if she didn’t fully understand it yet.
And my wolf was done pretending it didn’t matter.
“Nobody got in your room, but I've been trying to be a gentleman for a long time, Thumper. And as much as you pretend to be innocent, I know you're no virgin."
I extended my hand and cupped her cheek, drawing her face closer to mine.
Our lips met in a heated kiss, and she moaned softly into my mouth.
I seized the moment, thrusting my tongue past her lips to tangle with hers, tasting the sweet warmth of her surrender.
She shifted nearer, her body pressing against me, and I let my free hand wander over her curves.
Sliding under the hem of her red dress, I hooked my fingers into her panties and tugged them aside.
My palm kneaded her firm ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh as her arousal began to soak through, her p***y growing slick under my touch.
I pulled her even tighter against me, grinding my hardening bulge against her abdomen through my pants.
The scent of Thumper's wetness filled the bedroom, thick and intoxicating, driving my wolf wild inside me.
Unable to hold back, I gripped the fabric of her dress and yanked it up over her wide hips, then tore her bra away with a sharp rip.
Her panties followed, shredded in my fist, leaving her exposed and gasping.
That sharp intake of breath made her small, soft brown breasts bounce slightly, n*****s hardening into tight peaks.
I shrugged off my jacket and kicked away my pants, my c**k springing free, thick and throbbing.
Scooping her up effortlessly, I latched my mouth onto one perky breast, sucking hard on the n****e while my tongue flicked over the sensitive bud.
She arched into me, moaning in pure ecstasy.
"Oh f**k, Dom, yes... oh yes, please don't stop. This feels amazing."
My fingers pinched and rolled her other n****e, twisting just enough to make her whimper.
As I lavished attention on her chest, she bucked her hips, her back bowing off the floor.
I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently, but my kisses trailed lower—nipping at her ribs, licking the dip of her navel, until I reached her soaked p***y, glistening with need.
I pressed my lips to her inner thigh, teasing with hot breaths, then dove in without mercy.
My tongue lapped at her entrance, delving deep to scoop up her juices, swirling around her swollen folds.
Thumper squirmed beneath my assault, her thighs trembling as I sucked on her c**t, the tangy flavor of her arousal flooding my senses.
"Dominic, please... I can't hold it. It's so good, f**k!"
I devoured her greedily, my mouth slurping every drop she offered, my nose buried in her trimmed curls.
Her hips jerked, grinding against my face, but I wanted more—needed to claim her fully.
Pulling back, I rose up, gripping my c**k and stroking it once, smearing the bead of pre-c*m over the head.
I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the tip along her slit to coat myself in her wetness, then thrust forward, burying my hard length inside her tight p***y in one smooth stroke.
"Ah! Dom, f**k!" she screamed, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
Hearing my name on her lips snapped something primal in me.
I braced one hand on the headboard, the wood creaking under my grip, and started pounding into her.
Each thrust drove deeper, my balls slapping against her ass, her moans echoing off the walls and fueling my frenzy.
I wanted her to feel every inch of my possession, to know she was mine beyond words.
"I'm going to make you remember what you keep trying to forget, bunny. You're not doing anything alone anymore—especially not this!"
I growled between slams, my hips snapping forward relentlessly.
Her body weakened beneath me, legs quivering as I chased my release, but I wasn't done.
With a rough yank, I pulled out, my c**k slick and shining with her cream.
I flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her small chest into the mattress.
Spreading her cheeks wide, I admired her dripping p***y and tight asshole before slamming back in from behind, filling her completely.
She screamed again, muffled into the sheets, as I pumped into her with brutal force.
The bedframe banged against the wall, rhythmic and violent, threatening to splinter under the onslaught.
Her ass jiggled with every impact, her p***y milking my c**k, desperate for more.
"I'm cumming, please let me," she begged, voice breaking.
I growled low in my throat, my hand coming down to spank her ass cheek hard. "No. You c*m when I'm good and ready."
I thrust harder, deeper, feeling her inner muscles flutter and grip me tighter, trying to pull me over the edge.
Sweat dripped down my back as I railed her, the room thick with the sounds of skin slapping and her choked cries.
Finally, the pressure built to breaking—I reached around, my fingers finding her swollen c**t and rubbing furious circles over it.
"Now, bunny—c*m with me," I commanded, and she shattered, her p***y convulsing around my c**k as waves of her orgasm ripped through her.
I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, hot spurts of c*m flooding her depths, marking her from the inside.
Her scream pierced the air, raw and triumphant, and it ignited my wolf.
Fangs extended, sharp and aching, I leaned down and sank them into the curve of her neck, the metallic tang of her blood mixing with our mingled scents.
The bond snapped into place—she was mine, my Luna, forever claimed.
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