The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Vivian’s POV

His eyes devoured me, black and endless, like the vast void between stars. And yet, they burned with intense hunger, heavy with silent promises he did not even need to say out loud. The room was completely silent and dimly lit, but every single inch of my skin buzzed from the bold question he had just asked me. I felt like I was standing right at the edge of something wild and deep, ready to fall in headfirst. My tongue darted out quickly to wet my bottom lip, unable to help myself.

Zahliver’s dark gaze darkened even further. He definitely noticed.

His head tilted ever so slightly, and a slow, wicked grin pulled at the corners of his lips, like he already knew the exact answer I had not dared to speak aloud.

A low, knowing chuckle rolled smoothly from his chest as he walked toward me with deliberate, predator-like steps. He casually shrugged off his black blazer and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. I did not dare to blink. I just watched, my breath shallow and fast, as his fingers slowly undid the first button of his shirt... then the second... then the third.

He stopped right in front of me.

He towered directly over me, close enough that I could easily breathe in his intoxicating scent, earthy, dark spice with the sharp tinge of raw power. But instead of looking him straight in the eye, I found myself staring at the fourth button, then down at the bare strip of smooth skin he had exposed. My heartbeat drummed loudly in my ears, far louder than anything else in the quiet room.

He did not touch me at first. He just circled me slowly, his heavy presence wrapping around me like a dark storm cloud. Then his finger brushed lightly against my bare forearm, barely a soft whisper of contact, and yet it instantly stole the air right from my lungs.

His touch trailed slowly upward, drawing a warm path from my arm to my shoulder, each single inch igniting a brand new ache deep in my body. I shivered under the sudden pressure of needing so much more.

He came to stand right behind me.

So close that his broad chest brushed my back with each deep breath he took. His finger slid gently from my shoulder to the center of my back, then over to my opposite shoulder. I knew it was his other hand touching me because the first had snaked tightly around my waist, tugging me gently and firmly against his hard frame.

I melted into him completely.

My lips parted slightly, but no vocal sound escaped. I could barely think over the fierce storm brewing between us.

His mouth lowered right to my ear, his breath warm and teasing against my skin. With his free hand, he tugged slowly on the delicate satin ribbon tied around my waist, the quiet sound of it unraveling making my skin prickle with heat.

"I am so lucky to have you," he murmured softly, his voice a dark purr that sent delicious shivers cascading down my spine. "You have made me very, very happy tonight. It is time I return the favor... and fully claim what is mine. Don’t you agree, love?"

Then he kissed my neck.

Just one simple kiss, but it sent a massive shockwave straight through me. My knees nearly buckled under his hold, and my wolf howled with intense anticipation beneath my skin.

I heard the silk ribbon fall away completely, followed by the soft swish of dress fabric brushing against my legs.

That simple sound... it turned something deep inside me. Something completely primal.

With our masks totally gone, both literal and emotional, I reached behind me, my hands searching blindly for him, desperately needing to feel him. And I did. Not just his warm body, but the undeniable way his desire matched my own, wild, intense, and completely overpowering.

Even the simple act of breathing felt completely impossible now.

"So," I managed to get out, my voice breathless and caught somewhere between sheer desperation and deep want, "which will you do first?"

He growled a low, rich sound that curled right around my spine and pressed his warm hand against my lower belly. Then he moved it lower, trailing intense heat through the thin barrier of the dress, cupping me with bold, absolute possession.

"Both," he rasped out, his lips brushing my warm skin. "Always both... when it comes to you."

And with those exact words, my world tilted completely and gave way to blinding fire.

My body did not know which way to lean, toward the warm, heavy press of his hand or the steady strength of his body behind me. I was caught right in the middle, totally breathless and burning up. Zahliver’s lips traveled across the curve of my neck and down to my shoulder, each single kiss fanning the heat already curling low in my belly. But I needed far more than just light touches, I desperately needed to see his face.

I twisted around in his broad arms and cupped his handsome face between both of my hands. His black eyes flickered before shifting smoothly into that haunting shade of deep, electric midnight blue. My heart stuttered in my chest. That beautiful color always did strange things to me.

I smiled up at him, and for a short moment, he stilled completely, like that simple gesture had knocked all the wind out of his chest. Then he crashed down and captured my mouth in a kiss that was all raw hunger and possessive need. I answered him with just as much blazing fire. Without any warning, he slid his broad hands under my thighs and lifted me up effortlessly.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, holding on as if letting go would unravel me completely. My arms looped tightly around his neck. The cool wall met my bare back with a jarring chill that made me gasp directly into his mouth, but he did not stop kissing me for even a second. His lips moved down to my jaw, then to my neck, lingering right where his mark was. He dragged his sharp teeth over it, and I felt my wolf stir eagerly beneath my skin, responding to the intimate claim.

His hard body pinned me firmly against the wall, his broad hips pressing into mine. Then, for a quick moment, he let go with one arm, fumbling beneath us. I caught the distinct sound of a belt unfastening, then a zipper easing down. Every soft clink and rustle set my nerves completely alight.

He reached for the back of my dress, likely searching for the zipper, but I could feel his sudden frustration brewing. With a low growl, he gave up entirely and grabbed the front fabric instead. Before I could stop him, he used that monstrous strength of his to tear it clean down the middle.

A startled yelp escaped my lips. He froze mid-kiss and pulled back slightly, his eyes flicking to mine with sudden concern.

"Are you..."

"I liked that dress!" I huffed, not quite angry, but definitely caught right between exasperation and disbelief.

A sheepish look passed through his eyes, though bright amusement danced behind them. "I will buy you fifty more," he muttered softly, before yanking the rest of the fabric apart without hesitation.

I rolled my eyes, but could not keep from laughing softly. Typical Zahliver. His attention dropped to what the torn fabric had revealed, my bare chest, the silk bust pooling down and pulling the rest of the red dress with it. The lace of my stockings remained, contrasting starkly against my exposed skin.

For a heartbeat or maybe three, Zahliver said absolutely nothing. His dark gaze dragged over me slowly, possessively. Then his eyes lifted to mine, and something deep and primal flickered through them. That intensity... it made my warm skin flush, made me squirm under his heavy hold.

It was not lust alone. It was something far deeper. Something wild.

"Mine," he said quietly, as if it was a sacred vow and a warning all in one.

A soft smile tugged at my lips. I brushed my nose against his, a tender contrast to the wildness between us. "So... do you like it?" I asked, teasing him despite the racing pulse beneath my skin.

He did not even hesitate. "Yes. You should wear this more often," he growled out, then stopped himself with a low snarl that vibrated right through his chest. "Only around me, though. No one else gets to see this. No one."

His voice had completely changed. There was far more wolf than man in it now, his dark possessiveness crackling like lightning right under his skin.

And gods help me... I thoroughly liked it.