Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

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Tessa’s final layer of restraint melted away. Wrapping her arms around Landon’s

neck, she deepened the kiss herself-lips and tongues entwining with unrestrained

heat and longing.

The steamy mist of the hot spring, mingling with the pulsing Moonforce in the air,

seemed to ignite every nerve in her body. Each touch from him sent flames

rippling through her, wild and impossible to suppress.

Landon’s palm traced the curve of her waist, his warmth seeping through the thin

fabric of her swimsuit. His fingertips slowly slid up her spine, making her shivernoveldrama

with a soft moan that slipped into the night, laced with delicate seduction.

Blushing deeply, she buried her face in his shoulder, whispering, “Landon… not

here, be gentle…”

He chuckled low in her ear, Obsidian Crystal Wolf glint in his eyes–feral,

possessive. “Only I get to see you like this.”

With a fluid motion, he pinned her gently against the smooth gray stone at the

edge of the pool. Ripples broke around them, dampening her long hair, which

clung to her flushed cheeks like silk threads, adding a hint of wild allure.

“You’re mine,” he growled, voice hoarse and commanding.

Tessa met his gaze, eyes burning with affection and desire. She reached up and

cupped his face. “Always yours. Only yours.”

Her words struck like a flame to dry tinder. Landon kissed her again–fierce,

hungry. His mouth traveled down from her lips to her neck, then to her collarbone.

He nipped at her ear, sending jolts of heat through

her limbs.

His kisses drifted lower, grazing her skin just along the edge of her swimsuit,

teasing her with every light brush. Her body trembled uncontrollably, soft gasps

escaping her lips, unable to hold back anymore.

His fingers found the knot at her swimsuit and tugged gently. The fabric slipped

away, revealing the pale curves of her shoulder and chest.

Under the moonlight, her skin glowed like porcelain, her silhouette blurred by

steam and waterlight, radiating irresistible temptation.

She gasped and instinctively tried to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and

raised them gently over her head. “Don’t hide. I want to see every inch of you,” he

whispered, voice like velvet wrapped around fire.

His lips trailed lower, brushing against her most sensitive places. His tongue

danced, his teeth grazed, sending deep tremors through her.

Tessa’s breathing quickened, her moans broken and full of longing. Her body

arched into his touch. digging into his shoulders, leaving faint red marks behind.

Landon growled softly, desire burning in his gaze. His hand slid beneath the

water, along her thighs, fingertips tracing their way toward the most sensitive

center of her being. He touched her with gentle pressure, teasing her edge.

Tessa’s body jerked in response, tightening with sensation. “Landon…” she

gasped, voice trembling, half-plea and half-invitation.

The spring water lapped between them, Moonforce threading into their very

bones, awakening something

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deep and ancient.

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Tessa felt the stirring of her White Wolf bloodline, pulsing with Landon’s Obsidian

Crystal Wolf aura– together, awakening a power both primal and forbidden.

Her senses sharpened to a knife’s edge. Every kiss, every graze of his fingers

sent her floating. She clung to him, needing more.

He lifted her effortlessly, scating her in his lap. Water splashed around them,

steam curling up as Moonforce magnified every movement, every emotion, every

breath.

Tessa tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him into another kiss–hungry,

urgent. Their tongues met, danced, seduced.

Landon groaned, gripping her hips, guiding her closer, firmer, until nothing

separated them. The last piece of fabric slipped away beneath the water.

The heat between them built like a storm.

Tessa gasped, her face flushed, her body trembling. Her moans rose and fell with

the movement of the

water, lost in the rhythm of something far deeper than just desire.