Alpha’s Mistaken Luna

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His body was beautifully sculpted like a Greek god, and his hard, thick member twitched in the dark as he stared at me hungrily. He didn’t waste any time before he hovered over me again, his c**k brushing against my belly and sending shivers through my entire frame. He captured my mouth dangerously, growling into me as the sensation built. My hands roamed his back, my nails digging into his skin while I moaned. He moved his hands to my thighs, squeezing and caressing them before parting them wide open. He captured my n*****s and sucked on them again, then lowered his kisses down to my opening, laying soft kisses there that made me squirm.

He positioned himself between my legs, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his wolf. His red eyes pierced through my soul as he ran his hard member sliding up and down my wet folds teasingly. I arched my back and my breath hitched because I couldn't take it any longer.

“Maximus,” I whispered, his name barely coming out.

He slowly pushed the tip in and paused, testing my limits.

“f**k. Please, I want you now,” I pleaded, and his lips curved slightly into a smirk.

He drove into me in one deep, punishing thrust. I screamed, arching my back on the sheets as he filled me completely. It wasn’t the gentle, hesitant touch from before. His pace was fast and unrelenting, hitting me with a force that made the headboard rattle against the wall. Every time he pushed deeper, I felt that invisible tether between us tighten and snap into place. He moved much deeper, hitting every spot with every thrust and making me shudder under him.

I struggled to keep my eyes open, watching how he flexed his muscles. He looked feral, like he wanted to devour me and protect me all at once.

“Mine,” he growled against my skin, sucking and grazing the sensitive area of my neck. “Say it, Celeste. Tell me who you belong to.”

He thrust even harder, demanding an answer.

“You,” I gasped, my head tossing back as the pleasure started to build again, sharper and more dangerous than the last time. “I'm yours, Maximus. Please.”

He let out a guttural roar that vibrated through my entire frame. His hand dived under my back to pull me closer, lifting my hips to meet every heavy, rhythmic thrust. I felt the familiar tension build up deep in my belly, but this time it felt different and heavier. As I reached the edge, Maximus buried his face in my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

He didn't pull out. He gripped my waist so hard that I knew there would be bruises, and as I came undone, screaming his name into the storm, I felt him release everything inside me.

Just when I could catch a little breath, he turned me over so now I was laying on my chest. I felt the cool air hit my back for a second before his heat returned. I buried my face in the pillow as I felt him biting my neck, his teeth grazing the skin where an Alpha usually marks his mate. A low, vibrating growl hummed against my spine, sending shivers through me.

“I'm not done,” he rasped, his voice sounding deeper and more primal than I had ever heard it.

This was going to be a long night. He lifted my hips, and before I could even prepare myself, he slid back into me from behind. This angle was deeper and more intense. I let out a muffled scream into the pillow as he began to move again. His hands moved from my hips to the small of my back, his fingers digging in with a rhythm that was faster and more demanding than before.

I felt like I was drowning in him, lost in the sensation of his skin against mine and the raw, animalistic power he was pouring into every thrust. My hands gripped the white sheets as my screams turned into a cry. I was moaning uncontrollably and biting into the sheets from the intense sensation of his thrusts. I could feel his wolf pushing closer to the surface with every second. The way he moved and the way he breathed made it clear that it wasn't Maximus the CEO anymore. It was the Alpha claiming what was his and marking his territory in the most intimate way possible. I was completely at his mercy, and the terrifying part was that I didn't even want him to stop.

This was going to be a long night and I wasn't even complaining. His strokes got heavier with every thrust as his hips slapped against my butt cheeks. He grabbed my ass, squeezing and spanking it at the same time as he thrust. His groans and my cries filled the room as we reached our climax together. My eyes rolled as I came undone and felt him release inside me for the second time tonight.

I felt his teeth sink into the skin where my shoulder met my neck. It wasn't quite a bite, but the pressure was a clear warning of his intent. It was just too much. My vision started to swim as the pleasure hit its peak. I heard him growl my name one last time, but his voice sounded muffled and far away. Everything went black. I passed out right there in his arms, the sound of his heartbeat being the last thing I heard before the darkness took over.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was met with a bright morning light that felt far too loud for how I was feeling. For some seconds, I just laid there staring at the ceiling and trying to piece everything together. My body felt like it had been run over by a train. My whole body ached, and when I tried to shift, I felt a sharp sting at the crook of my neck that made me hiss. Then everything came back to me in a rush. The club, the drink Jace gave me, the car ride, and then Maximus.

I forced myself up, but the soreness in my thighs made me sink right back into the bed. I glanced to my left, but the space beside me was empty. My heart pounded in my chest as the realization settled in. I hadn't just slept with my boss. I had let an Alpha claim me while I was in the body of my sister.

The door to the ensuite bathroom creaked open, and I froze.

Maximus walked out, looking entirely too put together for a man who had gone feral the night before. He was already dressed in a crisp black shirt, and his hair was still damp from the shower. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes scanning my face before dropping down to where the duvet barely covered my chest. His expression was completely unreadable.

"You're awake," he said. His voice was smooth and devoid of the rasp that had made my knees weak only hours ago.

"Maximus," I started, clearing my throat while trying to find some shred of dignity. "I... about last night."

He cut me off before I could even finish. He didn't even look at me. He just stared at the device in his hand.

"You have a lot of missed calls," he said, and his voice was like ice.

I couldn’t say anything. I just watched him as he picked up my phone with two fingers and held it toward me.

"Explain this to me, Celeste. Because I’ve been staring at this screen for ten minutes, and it’s not making sense."

My heart stopped when I saw the screen. It showed twelve missed calls from Celeste.

"I... I can explain," I managed to say, though my voice was cracking.

He hummed,"Go ahead and explain it to me." He stepped closer, his shadow looming over me. "Who is Celeste? You, or the one who’s been calling?"

He stared at me not just with suspicion, but like he was one second away from realizing the truth.