Chapter 1 My Alpha
I stood outside the office building with my thighs pressed together, already soaked through.
My name was Scarlett Ashford. I was 26, Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. I stood five-foot-six with a waist you could wrap both hands around and skin so smooth it practically glowed in the dark.
Half the male wolves in the pack couldn't keep their eyes off me whenever I walked through the territory. I could feel their stares crawling down my spine like a lit match dragged across bare skin. They said I was the kind of beautiful that made a man forget how to breathe. It wasn't just my face, either. The way I moved did something to them. Long, loose curls spilled down my back, and a small beauty mark sat just beneath my left eye, like the Moon Goddess had dotted it there herself just to make people stare a little longer.
I'd just come from my birthday banquet, and turning twenty-six had only turned the dial up on whatever spell I cast on the wolves around me. Earlier tonight, the young warriors who'd recently awakened their wolf spirits kept circling my table with flushed cheeks and glowing red eyes, cracking jokes that walked the line between playful and indecent.
The funny thing was how much I'd changed. Two years as Vincent's mate had rewired me from the inside out. At first, I'd been too shy to even hold eye contact during mating. Then came that dangerous in-between stage where I pretended to resist but wanted every second of it. Now? I was a full-blown addict. Every full moon, every time he took me, the hunger only burrowed deeper, like a hook set so far under my skin I couldn't rip it out if I tried.
All I wanted right now was to crawl into my Alpha's arms and let him wreck me.
The thought alone made my self-control slip another notch. Heat crept up my cheeks, and my feet moved faster without permission. Deep in the back of my mind, Ayla paced restlessly, letting out a low, needy whine that urged me forward. She was aching to be filled.
I rushed home and pushed the bedroom door open. Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a man lay stretched out across the bed.
His back was turned to me, but I didn't think twice. Of course it was Vincent.
I let my clothes drop to the floor piece by piece. Moonlight caught every inch of bare skin, smooth as porcelain. My breasts sat full and firm, capped with soft pink n*****s that stiffened the second the cool air hit them. Every curve on my body looked like the Moon Goddess had sculpted me with one purpose, to drive men out of their goddamn minds.
I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror and let a slow smile curl across my lips. I looked like sin on legs.
Every time Vincent and I f****d, the man couldn't get inside me fast enough. His Alpha possessiveness bordered on feral.
Once my body had learned to take his c**k, every round got better than the last. Just the memory was enough to make me wet.
Right now, I wanted it again.
I climbed onto the bed and pressed myself against his back, wrapping my arms around his waist.
My bare breasts flattened against his skin, and I rocked my body side to side, letting the soft, heavy weight of them drag and mold against him with every slow pass.
"Missed you, Alpha..." I whispered against his shoulder, my voice breathy and thick with want.
Arousal flushed my skin pink from chest to cheeks, the alcohol still buzzing warm beneath it all. Inside me, Ayla let out a desperate whimper, her tail lashing back and forth.
My hand wandered lower on its own, fingers tracing the carved ridges of his abs until they wrapped around his c**k.
Within seconds, I felt it surge in my grip. The heat was searing, and it was swelling fast.
