6. Irresistible lust

Celine

I drain the glass of water he offers, my nose wrinkling at the faint scent of death that still lingers around me. I can’t get the petrified body out of my head. It looked way worse than Hart did, perhaps because it has been petrified longer?

“Please tell me everything you know about this.” I tell him. He sits on the opposite seat and watches me so unabashedly I’m flustered. He is the only one that can make such intense staring sexy.

“Not much.” He says in his deep baritone voice. I’m trying to concentrate so hard, I am, but my mind is blown away to find him in front of me again. I hate how thrilled I am, I hate how ‘weak’ I am in comparison to him.

“Whatever magic is involved, it doesn’t leave any traces we can follow. Twenty one males and seven females have been attacked throughout Centuria and none of them survived. It’s either they never saw the attack coming or they never had a chance to escape. Considering each of them die with pain etched on their faces, I would say it’s the latter. I would also take a leap and say the organs petrify first, the source of the agony before they eventually die. Callahan was on scouting duty when he was attacked and he strayed farther than his partner. They attack solitary wolves, and they are not particular about their victims’ ranks.”

“Why?” I whisper, horrified. “Why would they attack and kill so many wolves?”

“For pleasure maybe. Or it could be for some other reason that we haven’t figured out.”

“And do you have any information about the hunter?”

“Not one.” He says, his lips thinning with displeasure. I get the feeling this is not a male that can tolerate having things go unexplained in his territory. “It might be a wolf, it might be a pack of them, they vanish in the wind like they were never there.”

“But how is that even possible? They attacked more than twenty five packs, how is there not a single trace of them?” I stand and start pacing.

The wolves that did that to Hart can’t get away with it. They just can’t.

“Unofficially, I have a few suspects.”

“You do?” I asked, fully invested.

“I will need your silence on this for now.”

“I give you my word.”

He stands and pulls down a map.

“A map.” I say, unimpressed.

“Yes, and not just any. This map dates back five hundred years.”

“It look a lot like the newer ones.”

“But here.” He points.

I step forward, stepping dangerously close to him. My body betrays me and thrums in response.

“A small island.” I say, peering at the spot.

“The Mizuki Island.”

“I’ve never heard of it.” I say.

“That’s because it‘s not on the newer maps.”

“Strange. Overtaken by the waters?”

“No. Have you ever heard of the Moonlink pack?”

“Who hasn’t?” I say. “An old nursing tale used to scare young wolves.”

“And what if I told you the tale was true?”

I turn to gape at him and a thrill runs through me. Was he always standing so close?

“I would tell you you’re ridiculous.” I say, getting back on track.

He smiles, a baring of teeth really.

“They are real.” He says. For the umpteenth time in only so many hours I’m shocked.

“They are?!”

I’ve grown beyond nursery stories but this still sends a chill down my spine.

“Yes. A few millenia ago, The Moonlink tribe did live amongst us in Centuria, long before their practices were discovered. They were dark and twisted and they fed on their fellow wolves, on their children mostly. When the rest of Centuria found out, they were cursed and exiled to the island of Mizuki. A barren island, or so they thought. They should have gone rogue, their magic corrupted by ostracism but the pack somehow managed to coax the priceless Mizuki jewels from under the earth, infusing themselves with forbidden magic. And with their power, they fled on their island.”

“Like, they took the island with them?” I ask, incredulous.

“Exactly. Strange power, mighty power.”

“Why would they send them to a place with that kind of power?”

“Because they thought that the Mizuki jewels were a myth themselves. Their small oversight led to a catastrophe.”

“What sort of old fools would make that type of mistake?” I fume.

“Dead ones.” He says. The way he says it sends chills down my spine and I remember his own story, the slaughter he led in the name of his father. Looking at him now, feeling his power, I know that was no old nurse’s tale either.

“Where are they now?” I ask, looking back at the map.

“No one knows. The island was never found after then, not for lack of trying. I have some of my best wolves out looking for them discreetly. Wherever it is they have hidden, I will find them.”

“And why are you so sure they are connected to this case?” I ask him. “I don’t see it.”

When he doesn’t reply, I glance at him and startle. Holy shit, he was definitely not standing this close a second ago. My heart hammers against my chest painfully.

His fingers plunge through my hair and I shiver. He is looking at me like he wants to devour me and my lips part, my breasts becoming swollen and achy. I’ve never wanted so much to be a snack.

And then his face lowers and his lips are on mine, light, soft, thorough. I moan and grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his tongue plunders my mouth and teases mine. My hands curl on his shoulder and I grip him closer to me as a fevered lust overcomes my body. I push into him, moving against his impressive bulge. He hisses and grips my ass, his muscles tense with the effort of holding himself back. I pull back his shirt to expose his shoulder where my mark remains faint, barely visible on his shoulder. I lean up on tiptoes and press my lips to it, rocking into him and he palms a breast. I gasp and my head falls on his shoulder.

“I need you.” He says.

The words send a rush of warmth soaking my panties. He can definitely scent it, I hope he goes crazy from it.

I shove at him and step back, ignoring the frustrated clench of my sex and my need to touch him.

“Fuck you.” I say.

“Get back here, female.”

I almost obey, in the instant submission of being totally dominated by an alpha so powerful.

“Stay the fuck away from me. I’m no whore for your pleasures.” I say and back away. Wrong move.

His eyes light up with the eerie light of a predator and he prowls slowly forward, cornering me, his prey.

I back away with his every step, keeping the space between us.

“You are wrong. You are ‘my’ whore.” He says, sending shivers down my arms.

I hate him for hitting the spot. I would be a whore for him. He advances on me again and I hurriedly back away. He is closing the distance between us at an alarming rate.

“Stay!” I yell, hurrying back away from him.

He chuckles.

“I’m not a dog, mate. I’m something worse.”

Then he crosses the distance between us in the blink of an eye. I gasp and his tongue is in my mouth, merciless and demanding. I melt into him and he plants a hand on my ass and hauls me up. I wrap my legs around him and gyrate on his cock and he snarls and flicks my gown up. His hand traces the dripping wetness of my sex and I bite my lips to catch my moan.

“Goddess Celine, I need to fuck you.”

I need him to fuck me. It feels like I will collapse in on myself if he does not fill me with his cock. Then I remember I’m supposed to be getting ‘away’ from him and leap down from his arm.

“Stop fucking screwing with my head!” I yell and turn away.

His hand grips my waist and he presses my ass back into his cock. I bite my lip hard so he does not hear my moan.

“Do you feel my need? You are consuming my thoughts, female. I want to push my cock into you slowly, let you take it inch by inch before I fuck you like the animals we are.”

“Goddess.” I whisper. What in the mother of seduction is this? I’m dripping so much my thighs are slick.

I push my ass against his cock, holding onto the wall and thinking of riding him and he hisses, caressing my full ass.

“Say yes.”

He could have asked me for anything in the world and I would say yes in that moment.

I open my mouth to say so when I hear footsteps. With my weakened wolf hearing, if I can hear it, the person is fucking close.

I lunge away from him and straighten my clothes, spinning around with a ready smile as the door swings open.

Beautiful as the moon, she enters and her gaze comes to rest on me, and then him, her smile warm and courteous. Even without introductions, I can see the familiarity in her eyes, the subtle connection between them.

Well fuck me, I groan internally.

His Luna.