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“Fuck…Luther,” she moaned. The pleasure rapidly building inside her made it impossible for her to maintain control and she snapped, sharp, six-inch claws exploding from her hands.

An overwhelming need to bite him, mark him as hers, tore through her and she ripped her mouth away from his, sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

Luther snarled, violently slamming her down onto his cock as her pussy spasmed around him. He lifted her wrist towards his mouth and bit her, his fangs piercing her flesh. She flung her head back and screamed. The combination of his cock in her pussy, his blood in her mouth and his fangs in her skin all at once was too much pleasure for her to handle.

She passed out, barely registering Luther’s roar as he came deep inside her.

ChapterThirty-One

“Little Alpha,” a husky, sensual voice whispered in Zamorra’s ear.

Even in the deep state of sleep she was currently in, she recognised the voice. Knew who it was calling her to wake. It belonged to the man who literally fucked her until she slipped into unconsciousness.

“It’s time to wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto Luther lying next to her, his glorious bare chest on full display.

His arm was bent at the elbow, head resting on his hand as he casually walked his fingers over her stomach, the featherlight touches making goosebumps erupt over her skin.

For a moment she just stared at him, completely taken aback by his beauty. No one had the right to be so damn beautiful. It was blinding. That perfectly sculpted face and those mesmerising dark eyes made her swoon.

She stretched out her limbs, a delicious ache riddling her body. Never in her life had she ever had such mind-blowing sex. Been so completely consumed by another. And his pleasure bite? His blood? Holey dooley. That shit could get very addictive, very quickly.

“What time is it?” Zamorra asked, mouth wide open in a yawn.

“5:30pm.”

She bolted upright, the blanket falling from her naked body. “I slept a whole day?!” she shrieked, eyes snapping to the glass balcony doors directly in front of her.

From the bed she had a beautiful view of the sun setting over the horizon, the sky a dazzling array of oranges and reds.

Humour danced on Luther’s face. “Yes. Sometimes a vampire’s bite can be a little overwhelming.”

“Yeah, you’re not kidding.” It was still the best experience of her life though.

Her werewolf gave a long, languid stretch, a cross between a yawn and howl ringing in Zamorra’s head.

That was probably the best night's sleep we’ve ever had,her werewolf rumbled.

Zamorra was inclined to agree. The sleep that followed after a night of toe-curling, skin-tingling sex was beyond words. Shealwayswoke up feeling completely content, like all her worries had melted away throughout the night.

Tenderness vibrated from different points of her body; her shoulder, chest, wrist and thigh—each place Luther bit her. She had no doubt her skin was bruised, covered in bite marks, and she didn’t mind one little bit.

Her eyes drifted to his neck—where her markshouldhave been—and a frown creased her brows. There wasn’t a scratch on him, and she knew she’d drawn blood several times, by her teeth and claws.

Luther sensed her confusion. He touched his neck. “Vampire healing works a little too well.”

She tried not to show her annoyance. It must have shown on her face anyway because Luther smirked, lightly running his fingers over her nipple.

Her breath hitched.

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time for you to leave your mark on me.”

As much as she wanted to do that; her instincts were literally screaming at her to bite him until he was covered in her mark, she couldn’t. There were things they needed to discuss.

She slapped his hand away lightly. “Down, boy. We’ve gotta talk about some stuff.”

“Such as?” He reached out, running his fingers down her arm like he couldn’t stop touching her.

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