Free Dimitri (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 6) by Kym Grosso

open the door, cupping chocolate mousse in one hand as he entered the bedroom. He spotted Gillian’s robe, which was lying across the guest chair, and wondered if she’d gone to take another shower. But as he glanced to the bed, Gillian pushed upward to sit, bunching the covers over what he believed to be her naked body.
    “What do you have?” Her eyes went wide, spying the decadent confection.
    “Ah, cher, if there’s one thing you can count on with me, it’s that I’m true to my word. Dessert in bed is something we all should experience,” he said, climbing onto the comforter. The mattress dipped as he walked across the surface on his knees until he was at her side. He laughed, attempting to balance himself and the delicacy he’d brought.
    “You’re funny, you know that?” she grinned.
    “I’m determined.” With surprising grace, he settled next to her. He crossed his legs and gave her a sexy smile.
    “I thought you were a beta, not an Alpha,” she observed. Despite his status, everything about him screamed dominance. She wondered if he was even capable of submitting.
    “I’m beta of Acadian wolves, but then again, you already know that.” Dimitri dipped the spoon into the creamy mixture and held it up to her lips. “Eat.”
    She parted her lips at his demand. Her eyes met his as he slid the mousse into her mouth. She moaned in delight as the rich cocoa coated her tongue. Closing her eyes, she savored the taste and then quickly opened them, realizing the way she must have looked. He’d practically just given her a food orgasm in under ten seconds. Clever, clever wolf.
    “You distract me,” she admitted.
    “You like?”
    “What’s not to like?” Her eyes fell to his mouth and she swiftly looked away. She nervously plowed her fingers through her hair. “You could have killed Chaz…but you didn’t.”
    “And?” He took a bite and licked his lips.
    “You could have been Alpha,” she stated, accepting another spoonful.
    “I’m good right where I’m at in New Orleans. Cali is nice, but it isn’t home.”
    “Don’t all wolves want to be Alpha?”
    “No. Sometimes being Alpha chooses us, but it’s not something we always choose. My Alpha, Logan, didn’t want to be Alpha…but that’s a story for another day.”
    “But out there in the desert tonight, it was clear to me that you were the smartest, the strongest…”
    “You’re goin’ to make me blush,” he teased, shaking his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what he was capable of; he knew all right. So did every wolf in Acadian wolves. “Let’s just leave it at this, shall we? I wasn’t about to kill Chaz so I could run his pack. I don’t want to leave home. I’ve got my own Alpha and pack.”
    “Do you submit?” she asked softly. The question seemed innocent enough when she’d thought it yet the air was laced with sexual tension. Her lips curled in amusement.
    “The question is, ‘do you?’” he replied in turn. “Open.”
    “Never,” she promptly answered, yet her lips widened at his demand.
    Dimitri laughed, watching her obey his command. He supposed tigers didn’t submit, but things were not always as they seemed.
    “What?” she asked. The tip of her tongue traced over her bottom lip. “What’s so funny? Do I have chocolate on my face?”
    “So you never submit?”
    “Of course not. I mean, it’s not like I don’t take directions when I’m working but I’m not a doormat.”
    “What about in other ways?”
    “What other ways? Wait…are we talking about, you know?” Gillian blushed.
    “What do you think we’re talking about? Last bite…here you go. Open.” Dimitri smiled as she listened to him once again. Perhaps she was incapable of seeing what she was doing. “To answer your original question, I will submit, but only to my Alpha. I do it for the pack. It benefits all of us. We are more powerful collectively than we could ever be on our own.”
    “Well, I guess that makes sense, but