Free Web NovelChapter 238: Chapter 238 Through the Glass
Elara
Upstairs, in the third-floor bedroom.
Dominic doesn’t give me a chance to speak.
He kisses me once, hard, then spins me around and pushes me toward the window. My palms hit the cold glass before I can think.
The night sky stretches out in front of me, wide and endless.
The moon hangs low. Fireworks explode in bursts of gold and red, lighting up the darkness.
I can see everything. The field. The treeline. The distant glow of the pack’s bonfire.
Anyone could look up and see me here. Naked. Pressed against the glass.
"Dominic—" My voice shakes. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
“Shh.” His breath is hot against my ear. His hands grip my hips, pulling my ass back against him.
I feel his cock pressing against me from behind, thick and hard.
“Just feel.”
I should ask. I should stop. But his mouth is on my neck, and my brain is already gone.
His hands slide up my ribs, over my breasts. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I gasp, my forehead dropping against the glass.
"Look at yourself," he murmurs against my ear.
I open my eyes. The window reflects us both.
Me, palms flat against the glass, my hair spilling down my back, my tits pressed flat against the cold surface.
Him, behind me, all hard muscle and hunger, his eyes dark and fixed on where our bodies meet.
"You’re so fucking beautiful like this," he says. "Spread open for me. Helpless."
I should hate that word. I don’t.
His hand slides down my stomach, between my legs.
His fingers find my wetness, sliding through my folds, gathering the slickness there.
He brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes me.
"Fuck," he mutters. "You’re dripping."
I can’t answer. My breath fogs the glass.
He grabs my hips and positions himself. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, teasing, pushing in just a fraction before pulling back. I whimper, pushing my ass back against him, trying to take him deeper.
"Please," I breathe.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, Dominic."
He gives me what I want.
He pushes inside in one slow, steady thrust. I cry out, my fingers scraping against the glass.
He fills me completely—every inch, every ridge, every pulse of him stretching me open from behind. I feel so full I can barely breathe.
He stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting me feel the weight of him inside me.
"You feel that?" His voice is rough. "That’s me. Inside you. Claiming every fucking inch."
Then he starts moving.
Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust pushes me harder against the window. The cold glass presses against my tits.
My nipples are hard, dragging against the smooth surface with every movement.
The heat of him fills me from behind.
My whole body is caught between two feelings. The cold glass against my chest and the heat of him inside me. I don’t know which one is driving me crazier.
"More," I manage.
He gives me more.
His pace picks up. His hips slap against my ass.
The sound fills the room. Wet. Dirty. Perfect.
"So fucking tight around my cock. Like you were made for me."
he mutters, his breathing ragged.
I can’t speak. Just moan. Just push back against him, meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper.
"That’s it," he groans. "Take it. Take all of it."
The pressure builds inside me, coiled tight at the base of my spine.
I feel it building. I know what’s coming. That wave. That break.
That moment when I fall apart.
"Dominic—I’m close—"
"Come for me."
I do.
I shatter against the glass. My body convulses, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groans low and rough and drives deeper, spilling inside me with a shudder.
I feel him pulse, hot and thick, filling me.
We stay like that for a moment. Me leaning against the window. Him pressed against my back, breathing hard. His cock still inside me, softening slowly.
Then he pulls out. I feel his cum dripping down my thigh, warm and wet.
He carries me to the bed. Lays me down. Pulls the blankets up to my chin.
I stare at the ceiling, still catching my breath.
"Dominic."
"Yeah?"
"The window. You swear no one saw?"
He grins. "I swear. One-way glass.No one can see in. "
I punch his arm. Weakly.
"You’re an asshole."
He catches my hand. Kisses my knuckles.
"But you liked it."
I open my mouth to deny it. Close it. Look away.
"Shut up."
"That’s what I thought."
His lips brush my forehead.
"Go to sleep, baby."
I was already halfway there.
Author
Outside the estate, Alpha Zack stood in the shadows near the tree line.
The January cold cut through his jacket. His breath came out in white puffs. He had been standing there for almost an hour, hands shoved in his pockets, watching.
He stared up at the third-floor window. Curtains drawn. Lights off. No movement.
He pulled out his phone and called Elara again.
Straight to voicemail.
He hung up without leaving a message. What was he supposed to say? Hey, I’ve been standing outside your house like a creep for an hour. Call me back.
He tried again.
Same thing.
He switched to a burner number he kept for emergencies. Tried again.
Nothing.
He tried five more times. Each one went straight to voicemail.
Then his phone battery died. The screen went black. He tossed it onto the passenger seat of his truck.
He stood there in the cold, staring at that dark window. His jaw was so tight it hurt.
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Inside, Elara was already asleep. Her phone sat on the nightstand. Dead battery. She hadn’t checked it since she came upstairs.
Alpha Dominic’s arm was draped over her waist. His face was buried in her hair. He was out cold, one hand splayed across her stomach like a brand.
