Mates with a Dom

Chapter 11

A/N: THERE IS SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER

I rubbed my eyes as I yawned. I stretched my arms over my head, feeling my bones crack. I slowly squinted my eyes open as I sat up on the bed. I groaned as I swung my legs over the side. I stood up, looking down as I heard something fall to the floor.

I bent over, picking up the bag of frozen vegetables that had been resting on my crotch all last night. Shit, make sure the balls didn't fall off!

I lifted the waistband of my boxers and looked inside. I sighed in relief as I saw that my genitals were still intact and of normal color.

"Everything okay down there?"

I looked up upon hearing that soft voice. My heart skipped a few beats as my wolf pounded against my chest in an effort to break through me.

I thought Brooklyn was beautiful when she was wearing makeup and tight fitting, skimpy clothes. But that is nothing compared to the way she looked now.

She lazily leant against the door frame, ankles crossed, her feet bare. Her hair was piled messiliy on top of her head. She wore a pair of baggy blue sweatpants, my favorite color, and an oversized white t shirt with Spongebob Squarepants printed across the front.

I bit my lip as I continued to let my eyes drink her in. Hmm... no bra.

"You want a picture?" she said, snapping me out of my daze.

I trailed my eyes back up her body to meet her eyes. "Yes, that would nice."

"Oh, well to bad." She looked me up and down. "The bathroom is right over there." She pointed to the door. "There are extra toothbrushes next to the sink and washcloths in the linen closet." She turned her back to me and swiftly exited the room.

I watched her hips as she walked away. Hmm... no panties either.

I couldn't stop myself from getting excited. "Damn it, Little Zack! We don't fucking blue balls again!" I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

I walked out of Brooklyn's bedroom, following the scent of food. I walked down the large winding staircase, through numerous rooms and hallways until I finally came into the kitchen.

"Hungry?" Brooklyn asked as she placed a plate of food down onto the granite countertop.

"Y-you cook?" I asked incredulously.

"Sometimes."

"Wow, that's something that I didn't expect."