All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 The heavy oak table groaned beneath her as Dominic’s growl vibrated through her very bones. The sheer weight of his beastly frame pinned her down, trapping her in a dark cocoon of pine-and-winter pheromones that filled the suffocating air of the war room.  Dominic didn’t move immediately. He hovered inches above her, even as she sat on a table; he was still taller than her, his bare, scarred chest heaving against her chest, the rough hair of his torso scratching against the thin silk of her white camisole. His molten amber eyes, tired from days of sleepless military planning, but hungry for her, burned down into her wide jade ones. He looked completely untamed, a feral king ruling over his most prized captive. "Look at you," he rasped, his deep voice dropping into a velvety, gravelly purr that sent a sudden, violent shiver straight down between h

 The heavy iron doors of the war room slammed shut behind Dominic, leaving Rosalie entirely alone in the suffocating silence. She stood frozen on the cold stone floor, her knees trembling so violently that she had to press her palms flat against the dark oak table just to remain upright. Beneath the thick, heavy wool of her emerald dress, her body was a chaotic battleground of agonizing sensations. Her white silk camisole was still damp from his mouth, sticking translucent and cold against her swollen, sensitive swells. Yet, a fierce, unyielding heat was pooling lower, making her center throb with a desperate, weeping ache. Dominic had left her on the absolute ridge of a shattering release, and the brutal denial was already driving her mad. And it wasn't in her control at all. He had released an immense amount of pheromones, and his alpha aura was clinging to her, making it hard for her to relax.&n

It was the heavy, intoxicating scent of pine and winter, but it was heavily laced with the metallic, iron stench of fresh blood.A massive, towering shadow loomed over the edge of the bed. Dominic had returned. He didn't light a candle; he didn't need to. His molten amber eyes glowed like twin coals in the pitch-black room, pinning her sleeping form to the mattress. His leather armor was splattered with crimson, his large hands stained with the blood of the rebels he had slaughtered at the border. He was a vision of pure, unadulterated death.Slowly, Dominic leaned over her sleeping frame, his massive bulk casting her into total shadow. He lifted a heavy, calloused hand, his rough fingers coated in dry, flaking blood, and gently brushed them against her soft, pale cheek. He trailed his knuckles down the delicate slope of her jaw, lingering heavily over the pulsing vein of her neck, his sharp claws lightly scraping against her skin.The terrifying sensation of co

The steaming water of the bath splashed over the stone lips of the deep tub as Dominic moved with a sudden, devastating fluid grace. Rising from the depths of the sunken basin, he stood fully naked, his towering, heavily scarred, and muscular frame glistening with droplets of warm water. The dried blood of his enemies had been entirely washed away, leaving only the raw, intimidating power of the Alpha King. Before Rosalie could even catch her breath or scramble to the opposite side of the bath, Dominic leaned down. With effortless strength, he slid one massive arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her out of the water in a smooth, sweeping motion, making her gasp.He held her securely in a tight bridal style against his broad chest. Rosalie gasped, her hands instinctively clutching at his damp, warm shoulders for balance. The sheer, light red fabric of her ruined camisole was completely soaked, plastere

The shattered scream that escaped from Rosalie’s throat still echoed in the corners of the cavernous bedroom, bouncing off the heavy velvet drapes and the cold stone walls. She was pinned beneath him, her hands balled on his chest, her jade eyes wide and glassy with a sudden rush of overwhelming shock. The blunt, brutal reality of his entry had completely paralyzed her. Tears, hot and silent, welled over her eyelashes, tracking down her flushed cheeks and disappearing into the damp silk of the pillows.Dominic froze.The Alpha King, the merciless warlord who had never halted a conquest in his life, stopped dead in his tracks. His massive chest heaved against her breasts, his muscles locked so tight they felt like granite. He looked down at her face, seeing the pure, unadulterated vulnerability in her weeping eyes, and something ancient and feral twisted violently inside his chest. His in