The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 75: Sexy Mate

The sound of the shower stopped, the water ceasing its steady rhythm behind the door. My breath caught as Zaliver stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around his tall frame like it didn’t want to let him go. A white towel hung low on his hips, clinging to him, leaving very little to the imagination. Beads of water trailed down his golden, sun-kissed skin, over his chest, his abs, vanishing into the edge of the towel.

I didn’t mean to stare, but my eyes drank him in like I was starving. Each powerful step he took toward me made my pulse race. There was a flicker of annoyance on his face at first, but it softened the closer he came. And Goddess help me, the way that towel clung to him... it was a miracle I remembered how to breathe.

My lower belly tightened, heat curling in me as I bit down on my lip, caught up in the sheer presence of him. He was so confident in his body, his strength. My fingers ached to follow the trail of droplets as they journeyed down the ridges of his stomach.

"Vivian?"

His voice broke through my haze, but it took me a beat too long to answer. "Hmm?"

I was too busy tracing the light trail of hair below his navel with my eyes, mesmerized by where it disappeared.

I bet it keeps going... my wolf purred, her voice dripping with mischief, sending a delicious shiver through me.

"Vivian." He said my name again, slower this time. The way it rolled off his tongue had my heart skipping a beat. I met his gaze and was startled by the mix of surprise and something playful dancing in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like you’re about to "

I didn’t let him finish. I didn’t even think. My body moved before my brain could catch up. One second I was sitting there, the next I was launching myself at him, driven by a raw, aching need that I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was like this realization hit me all at once that this man, this impossibly powerful creature, was mine, and I needed to touch him, to taste him, before I lost my chance.

He caught me with ease, his strength grounding us. I threw my arms around his neck, angled his head with determination, and kissed him like my life depended on it.

Instead of being caught off guard, Zaliver groaned deep in his chest a sound that reverberated through me and pulled me tightly against him. His arms slid down my back, firm hands cupping my ass before gripping the backs of my thighs and lifting me clean off the ground. I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.