The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 137: Lessons in Control

His index finger trailed down my bare right arm, sending intense shivers through me. My lips parted with surprise at the electric tingles his touch left behind. Then, his nose brushed the side of my face, soft and warm. My breath caught when that same finger slipped under my nightshirt, grazing my bare hip.

His other fingers moved delicately over my stomach, and heat flared in the pit of my belly. He pressed his hand flat against my skin and pushed me gently back against him. Something jabbed into my spine the wooden drawer, no doubt but I barely noticed. My head tilted back, and I stepped closer, my breath coming fast and heavy as a flood of heightened sensations overwhelmed me.

"Your emotions are heightened, too," he whispered, planting hot, lingering kisses from the side of my neck up to my cheek. His husky voice completely shattered my trance.

If I didn’t pull myself together right now, I was a hundred and fifty percent sure things would get way out of hand.

"And hopefully under control," my wolf muttered dryly in my mind, while my beast hummed in low agreement.

Great. Between my wolf and the beast, I was pretty sure I’d gained a full-time pervert inside my head.

This was going to be a long, exhausting adjustment. Headaches and internal arguments all around.

"O-okay, so... what now?" I stammered, quickly jumping away from him. His broad arms fell gracefully at his sides, a smug smile creeping onto his handsome face.

On second thought, staying inside wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

"Now, let me show you how to control this new self of yours," Zaliver said, a playful spark flickering in his pale eyes. I narrowed my eyes suspicious at him. A happy, teasing Zaliver was rare and usually meant something thoroughly suspicious was about to happen.

"Why do you look so happy? What are you up to, Zaliver?" I asked, crossing my arms tightly over my chest and challenging him with a teasing glare.

He smirked, folding his broad arms over his chest, his lips curving into a sly, dangerous smile. "From now on, you’ll call me Mr. Azrala. I’m your teacher now. But beware," he circled me slowly like a predator, "rewards come only when you succeed. When you don’t..." His voice trailed off, leaving the implied threat hanging heavily in the warm air.

I bit my lip, fighting back a smile, but shook my head at his ridiculous joke. Teacher? Him? I felt goosebumps ripple over my skin as the air around us shifted. Before I could even react, despite my brand-new heightened senses and speed, he was suddenly standing right behind me.

I squeaked loudly when a sharp smack landed squarely on my behind. Reflexively, I covered the spot and spun around to glare at Zaliver, who was grinning mischievously.

"You "

"Get downstairs and start, or detention in five... four..." He cut me off in a light, teasing tone.

"You can’t be serious "

"Oh, I have a ruler somewhere that’s perfect for spanking. Or would you prefer just my hand?" he teased again, stepping closer.