Page 132 of Alpha Power

"Yeah, I'm good now. Thank God. I honestly don't know if I could handle going through that again."

"And your werewolf? Is she alright?"

Zamorra bit her lip, uncertainty zinging through her. "I don't know. She's not really in a talkative mood right now."

"You do realise none of this would have happened if you'd just done what you were told?" He asked, arching an eyebrow.

She narrowed her eyes, not liking his condescending tone one little bit. "No one likes a smartass, Luthy," she winked.

Luther sputtered. "Stop calling me that."

"Stop telling me what to do," she countered.

"That brand mark on your wrist gives me every right to do so."

Her mouth opened, ready to snap another witty retort and then she slammed it shut.Technically,he was right. For the next five long years she was bound to follow his command. She just hated taking orders. It was against her basic nature.

Changing the subject seemed like the better option than running her mouth right now. "How long was I out for?"

"Just over an hour," he replied, staring intently at her face. "When will this go away?"

"When will what go away?"

He waved at her face and body and it clicked. He was talking about the Illusion spell.

She instinctively raised a hand to her head, running her fingers through her new dark, thick locks. "What's the matter? Don't like my new look?"

"No," he snapped roughly. "I don't."

Zamorra blinked, a little taken back by his gruffness. "Well, I do. How did you know it was me anyways?"

Luther gave her a serious look, his eyes heating with an emotion she couldn't place. "You can change your appearance, your voice, your scent. You can even change your creature but you can't change your soul. I would recognise it anywhere. I would recogniseyouanywhere. You'll never be able to hide from me."

Her heart pounded in her chest and they stared at one another, so many unspoken thoughts and emotions flaring between them. "Who said I want to?"

Red blazed from his beautiful dark eyes and he leaned forward, inhaling her scent deeply. "I would prefer to do this when you're back to your normal self, but I simply can't wait any longer."

His hand darted out with blinding speed and gripped the back of her neck tightly, pulling her forward.

His lips smashed against hers, hard and dominating and she moaned instantly, gripping his face with both hands and yanking him closer. She couldn't help it. He was like a drug. The second his lips touched hers, every thought disappeared from her mind and the only thing she knew was that she had to kiss him. To touch him. To feel him. She felt like she was going to die if she didn't get as close to him as possible.

Luther yanked her down so she lay flat on her back and with a rough push he shoved her legs wide open, climbing between them. All without breaking contact with her lips. He sank down on top of her, pressing his body flush against hers and the heavy weight of him made her moan again.

His tongue dove into her mouth and his taste exploded all over her senses. So rich, so intoxicating, so fucking delicious it was without a doubt the best thing she'd ever tasted.

Her legs wrapped around his thick, muscular torso and she hooked her ankles together, squeezing her thighs tightly and grinding her pelvis over his like a pent up horny teen. Curved claws sprung from her fingers and she latched onto his shoulders so hard they tore through his jacket and sunk deep into his skin.

Luther snarled and wrapped a hand around her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her whole body ignite with fire and passion. God, she loved dominant men. Men who weren't afraid to take what they want. He kissed her deeper, like a man possessed, starving for more and more of her taste.

"Oh fuck, Luther. You feel so fucking good," Zamorra moaned against his lips and he froze instantly, his entire body locking up as if he'd just been shocked with a powerful electric current.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dazed and brows lowered in a frown. When his eyes refocused, a string of Italian curses flew out of his mouth and he leapt off the bed, jumping up so quickly it was as if her touch burned his skin.

"What the fu-" Zamorra abruptly sat up, watching Luther pace aggressively inside his room. "Uh, is this your thing? Get a girl all hyped up just to leave her hanging?"

His head snapped to her, eyes blazing bright red and full of anger and lust, burning with more intensity than she'd ever seen before. "I wantyou.Not this," he growled, waving at her body.

Zamorra groaned and ran a hand down her face in frustration. It'd been months since she last got a bit of action and that little tidbit from Luther was enough to make her libido skyrocket to the fucking moon.

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