The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Vivian’s POV

I bit down on my lower lip, trying to keep still as I watched the way his gaze completely devoured me. Zaliver’s expression was one I knew I would never forget. It was intense, reverent, completely captivated. The way his eyes moved over me, slow and full of hunger, made my breath hitch in my chest.

He pulled open one side of the midnight blue shirt I wore, then the other, baring me before him. My arms were spread at my sides, hands clutching the soft sheets as if they could anchor me through the storm in his dark gaze.

His eyes traced the curves of my body, drinking in every single inch like I was something sacred. When his gaze met mine again, it was blazing a dark, electric blue filled with a wild passion that set fire to everything inside me.

"You look exactly how I dreamed you would," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "Stunning. Perfect. Curves made just for me. So damn sexy... and mine."

That final word sent a deep shiver right down my spine.

Then he leaned in and kissed me no gentleness, no restraint. His mouth claimed mine with searing heat, all raw need and primal urgency. I responded with the exact same hunger, opening for him, giving him everything. There was no room for hesitation anymore. I wasn’t afraid. I wanted this. I wanted him.

His tongue tangled with mine, tasting, teasing, conquering. My hands slid up and wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers threading through his soft dark hair while my other hand gripped the strong muscles of his back. I wanted to feel every single inch of him.

When he finally pulled back, giving me a moment to catch my breath, I gasped and he took the chance to trail his lips down to the exact place where his mate mark lay on my skin.

I cried out when his teeth sank into it with clear purpose, my hips arching toward him on instinct. The bite was sharp and possessive, but the way he soothed the sting with a hot sweep of his tongue made me melt even more. His hand found my chest, cupping me through the bra with a pressure that made my breath catch again. My eyes fluttered closed as he moved lower, his lips brushing the upper swell of my other breast, soft and unhurried as he sucked gently on the sensitive skin.

His other hand kneaded me, fingers spreading, testing. It wasn’t rough, but it certainly wasn’t delicate either. It was... perfect. I arched up into him, desperately needing more. My nipples tightened beneath the bra, hypersensitive against the fabric. Everything in me was responding completely to him.

"Zaliver," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He didn’t answer with words. His lips ghosted back up my neck, hot and firm, while one of his hands began to drift downward again slow, teasing, intentional.

"Shh...baby I know," he whispered against my flushed skin.

I moaned out loud as he latched onto my mark again, sucking deeply, triggering a wave of heat that rolled straight through me like a tidal wave. Then, his hand slid under the waistband of my underwear, his fingers finding my most sensitive place with shocking ease. My eyes flew open, only to fall shut again under the sheer onslaught of pleasure.

My body arched right into his touch, my hips moving of their own accord, silently begging him not to stop.

Zaliver’s fingers moved with wicked skill slow, circling, teasing me until my muscles were tight with anticipation, until I was trembling beneath him, needing, aching.

I clung to his bare arm, nails biting into his skin, and met his gaze. He was already watching me, lips parted, breathing heavy. My mouth fell open as a desperate moan escaped me when he stroked harder.

All I could hear was the rasp of my own frantic breaths, the erratic beat of my heart, and the helpless sounds slipping straight from my throat. I was so close. So close I could almost taste the release I craved.

But just as I was about to shatter completely, he slowed down again, stealing the moment from me and replacing it with a torturous kiss that left me whimpering.

"Please, Zaliver please" I begged, lifting my hips, nearly delirious with the need to finish what he started.

He nuzzled the curve of my neck, pressing soft kisses there before pulling back enough to meet my eyes again.

"Not yet, baby," he growled, his deep voice rough with restraint. "You’ll get what you’re begging for when I’m buried inside you. Only then."

He kissed me slow, deliberate, and full of absolute promise.

"I want to feel you tighten around me," he whispered against my lips, his grin dark and full of sinful intent.

With a sudden rush of boldness I didn’t know I had in me, I grabbed Zaliver’s strong hand, twisted it, and used his own momentum to flip us both over. In the blink of an eye, I was straddling him, breathless and conpletly flushed. My chest rose and fell rapidly, the fire in my blood refusing to calm down as I stared down at him.

He looked up at me, eyes glittering like dangerous blue flame, and lifted his fingers wet from me straight to his lips.

"I always wondered how you tasted," he said lowly, his voice dark with promise. "Now I know... and you’re going to make sure I never forget."

A heavy shudder tore right through me. The things this man did to me with just simple words, I don’t think I can phantom it.

"You are very wicked, mate of mine," I said, narrowing my eyes down at him before letting a slow, mischievous grin spread across my face. I could feel him beneath me hard, aching, and pulsing right through the thin barrier of his briefs. That kind of temptation? Completely unfair.

But I could be wicked too.

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