Page 104 of Cosmic Power

His tongue dove into her mouth, stroking against hers, his taste exploding over her senses. Moaning, she clutched his shoulders and tapped into her werewolf’s full power, pushing him back with all the force and speed she could muster until he was the one pressed against the wall on the opposite side of the room. He grunted on impact. With a growl, he used his vampire speed to spin her around, switching their positions. Back and forth they went, smashing into walls and furniture, all without their lips breaking contact; their kiss growing more hot, more ferocious.

Her breath whooshed out of her when Luther slammed her to the floor, pinning her down with his body. She fought against his hold, even though the last thing she wanted was to be released. As a dominant Alpha female, it was wired into her DNA to test the strength of her partners. To make them earn her submission. She craved the power struggle. The push and pull. The battle of wills between two powerfully dominant creatures that called to the very foundation of her soul.

“Get off,” she growled, though it was the complete opposite of what she wanted. And Luther knew that. He knew the dynamics of shifter pairings. Knew she would test him and make him prove he was worthy enough to take her. That it was a deep, primal need she had ingrained within her.

There were partners in Zamorra’s past who failed to understand that, who failed to rise to the challenge she presented. And it resulted in a serious lack of attraction and desire on her part.

“I said get off.” She pushed at his chest, but he didn’t move an inch. He was a wall of pure, unmovable muscle, and all that unrestrained power made her pussy throb.

“No,” Luther rumbled, running his tongue up the front of her neck and over her chin, licking up the blood coating her skin. “Fuck,” he groaned, his body shaking. “Your blood is unbelievable. So fucking delicious.” He sealed his lips around her pulse point and sucked hard, marking her. The tips of his fangs pricked her skin.

She shivered, a whimper falling from her lips. God, his touch did things to her; made her lose all sense, all thought. All she could focus on was the weight of his body pressed against hers, how good it felt being caged in by him.

But the Alpha in her demanded more. More fight. More aggression. She couldn’t submit so easily.

Zamorra snarled, releasing a powerful burst of Alpha energy that tossed Luther into the air, catching him completely off guard. She had a feeling that was the only reason it worked.

She didn’t stop to see what he’d do next. She didn’t hesitate. Jumping to her feet, she sprinted for the adjoining room, conscious of the dangerous predator behind her.

She only had a second to clock the space, to take note of the king size bed and dark oak wood furniture, before arms of steel wrapped around her middle, lifting her from the ground.

Fuck. He’s fast.

He fisted her hair and yanked her head back, brushing his lips against her ear. “I like it when you run,” he whispered, breathing in her scent. “And you like it when I chase you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she groaned, not at all ashamed to admit it. After all, it was the main reason why she ran. She wanted him to chase her.

“Good,” he breathed deeply, running a hand down her front. “Because watching you run from me, fight me, makes my cock hard as fuck.” He flipped her over his shoulder with seemingly no effort at all and she thrashed, pounding his back with her fists and kicking his stomach with her legs. None of it had any effect. It was like he couldn’t feel it at all.

He marched to the bed and threw her down so hard she bounced. She used the momentum to spring back up and land in a crouch, one hand spread out in front of her for stability.

Keeping his burning-red eyes locked on hers, he slowly pulled his jacket off his large frame, rolling his shoulders back in a sinfully sexy move.

She cocked her head, watching him carefully as he loosened his tie next, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor.

“Shifter dynamics are a peculiar thing.” He popped the cuff links open on his sleeves, then slowly began unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Your nature forbids you from submitting until your partner proves themselves worthy. Until they display their strength, their dominance.” A wave of his power washed over her and she shivered at the sheer volume of it.

“I’m curious, how do you know so much about shifter dynamics?”

He smirked, and Zamorra had a feeling she wasn’t going to like his answer. “Let’s just say, I’ve had firsthand experience.”

Yep. She didn’t like that at all. She smothered her jealousy, but her curiosity wouldn’t take a back seat. “What kind of shifter?”

“A bull. She was…different.”

“Ha. I bet she was.” Bull shifters were one of the most aggressive types of shifters in the world. Hard-headed, fiercely independent—not to mention a fuse so short it was basically non-existent.

Luther stalked towards the side of the bed. She ran her tongue over her lips, enraptured by his movements as he peeled his shirt from his body. He stood before her bare chested; beautiful pale skin, hard toned muscles, tight six-pack with a distinct V line leading down into his pants. He was beyond glorious. Sharp, black claws sprung from his hands, proof he was close to losing complete control…which was exactly what she wanted.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, staring down at her.

“Make me—”

A hand gripped her throat, shoving her down into the bed before she could blink. He hovered over the top of her, a dark look in his red eyes. “Don’t try and keep me from what’s mine,” he whispered darkly. “If I tell you to take off your clothes, you take off your fucking clothes.”

“Or what?” she rasped, defiance sparking in her eyes.

“Or I do it for you,” he growled, followed by a loudriiiipas he tore the shirt right from her body. Claw marks marred her chest from the aggressive move, causing a mini orgasm to roll through her.

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