The Alpha Who Took Me Under the Full Moon

“Are you wearing any panties right now?” The question, no, the command rolled off his tongue so casually it made Vera Ashford freeze. Her lips parted, ready to throw back an answer, but nothing came out. What could she possibly say to Alpha Luca Draven, the psychotic alpha who had captured her? He sat there like he owned the air she breathed. Like a predator, relaxed only because he knew she wouldn’t dare run. “Answer me. ” His voice dropped, adding to her nervousness. His eyes moved slowly over her body, practically stripping away her clothing in his mind. Then he lifted his glass, took a sip of his drink, and let his tongue glide across his lips, catching the trace of wine. The sight alone made Vera’s pulse jump. “Or, ” he added, voice softer, “would you rather I find out myself?” “You told me not to” she finally replied as her eyes wandered across the room, anywhere but him. Looking at Alpha Luca felt like staring into fire; she would get burned if she wasn’t careful. “You told me not to wear anything… so I wouldn’t disobey, “she spat, her words filled with bitterness she didn’t even try to hide. Vera Ashford stood before the most dangerous Alpha across the cities, in the middle of a cold, almost dark room where the moonlight slipped through the curtains. The nightdress clung to her curves, the fabric so thin it left almost nothing to the imagination. She could feel his stare on her, and there was nothing soft about it. He wasn’t just looking at her, he was claiming her. Vera knew he had no plans of going easy on her tonight. What scared her more was that she wanted it. She wanted him just as fiercely as he wanted her. Even though his dominance scared her, her body still ached for him. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously, trying to ease the tension building between them. Every bit of lust she felt for him was shameful to admit, even to herself. “Good girl,” he said. The words rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, making her knees almost buckle. Damn it, why did it sound so good coming from him? She couldn’t help but wonder “Come here… ” his next command slid out. Vera Ashford didn’t want to give in. She wanted to prove to him that he wasn’t hers to command or control, but her body refused to listen even though her mind screamed at her to resist. She took a step forward, her heart pounding at the thought of what he would do to her, how he would take her, break her, and f**k her into oblivion like he did every night. She took another step, already imagining it all; the feel of his lips on her breasts, his mouth between her thighs as he devoured her. He punished her with his kisses, made her scream his name until her voice broke. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted every bit of it. “Closer, ” Alpha Luca said calmly. She took another step until she stood directly in front of him. “Closer, “he said again, his voice lower, commanding her to move between his parted knees. Vera’s heart was beating harder as she drew in a deep breath and finally stepped into the space between his thighs. There was no point arguing with the Alpha. He always got what he wanted, when he wanted it. Her eyes flicked to the line of his jaw, to those lips that drove her wild whenever they touched hers. Her pulse raced as she studied his perfect, defined features. This man had no right looking that good; it only made her weaker day by day. Alpha Luca Draven’s eyes raked up and down her body again, taking her in piece by piece. She was nothing short of a masterpiece, a work of art he had become obsessed with, ravishing her every night and still never getting enough. The sound of her moans had become his addiction. The taste of her arousal was his obsession. He loved taking her apart, loved how primal he became with her, how she was the only one who could handle his hunger. He loved breaking her into new shapes, loved taking her every time like it was the first. He craved the way she shattered under him, the way she clawed at him when she was close. She was a masterpiece of surrender, and he would never stop craving her. She was perfect. He set his glass down gently, shifting in his chair as his fingers slid to the hem of her nightgown. He lifted it slowly, slow enough to taunt Vera, slow enough for his knuckles to brush against her smooth thighs. The touch made her breath catch. “Look at me, ” he commanded. Vera slowly raised her head, daring at last to meet his gaze. His silver eyes locked on hers; usually cruel, but when he looked at her, they burned only with desire and need. He kept lifting the nightgown until cold air touched her bare skin. “Raise your arms,” he ordered. He never begged; he only commanded. She obeyed, lifting her arms as he pulled the nightgown over her head, leaving her naked before him. No matter how many times he had seen her body, it always awakened the beast in him. “Hmmm.” A low sound left his throat as his hands moved to her breasts, cupping them gently. She bit her lower lip, holding back a moan. His hands left her breasts, sliding down her perfectly shaped waist to the small of her back, then to her ass. Vera drew in a breath, fighting to stay quiet. She couldn’t let him see how helpless she was, how a single touch could make her so weak. It was true, but he didn’t need to know. “Al… Alpha Luca,” her voice cracked as his hands gently grabbed her ass. “Alpha Luca, I..” “Mmm. You sound sweet when you beg, Vera,” Alpha Luca said, his words punctuated with another firm squeeze of her ass. “I… I wasn’t…” she tried to sound brave, but her voice betrayed her, trembling as she spoke. “I will never beg the man I hate so much,” Vera added boldly, not caring about the consequences. Alpha Luca stared at her, his expression cold at first. Then a small smirk curved his lips. In one quick motion, he grabbed her arms and yanked her closer. Before she could react, she was sitting on his thighs. When Vera tried to resist, tried to stand, he simply held her in place, keeping her from moving. She could feel his hardness, like stone under her. She gulped, trying to focus her mind, but all she could think of was him sliding in and out of her. She knew how pathetic it was, but she couldn’t stop herself. “You are not begging someone you hate?” he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing her earlobe as his hands slowly traced a line up her thighs. “Then why is your heart racing like you want me to ruin you right here?” Her breath caught as his hand moved dangerously close to her wet core. He was right, and she hated that he was right. “What exactly do you hate, Vera?” he asked, his lips grazing her neck as he breathed in her intoxicating scent. “Do you hate how much you want me, or do you hate the fact that I already own you?” “Alpha Luca…” she managed to breathe out as his fingers moved closer and closer until they slid between her folds. A small moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, but it was too late. “You are awfully wet for someone who claims to hate me so much,” he murmured. “I will never be yours,” she said, this time without a stammer, until his finger ran slowly through her folds, teasing her c**t and stealing her breath all over again. “Your body already bows to me, Vera…” he whispered in her ear as his fingers sank deeper into her. “And soon your soul will follow.”