Chapter 2
Sparks POV
Captain White's stern expression under the moonlight commands attention. His salt and pepper hair glistens as he briefs me on the scene. Despite my efforts to focus on his words, the distracting allure of the unknown male proves too strong. My attempts are futile as the breeze shifts, and suddenly, the unknown male's scent fills my senses—leather, earth, rich soil, damp moss, and a hint of cedarwood. Fear and uncertainty grip me until a rough but gentle hand grabs my arm. I turn to Captain White, realizing he's noticed my distress. Our eyes meet, and I attempt to compose myself.
"Sparks, what's bothering you?" queries the captain. Regaining my composure, I hesitate for a moment before fabricating a concern, expressing worry about the potential repercussions of this incident on our already delicate yet peaceful coexistence with the Pack. He appears to accept my response, nodding in approval. I exhale a sigh of relief for a fleeting moment.
As the captain continues issuing orders to the other officers on site, I shift my gaze to the stranger, striving to remember his scent and discern the pack family associated with him. Then, realization crashes over me like the weight of a thousand moons – he is the son of the Crescent Moon Pack’s Alpha Cayden Lance Bloodmoon and Luna Hayley Diamond Bloodmoon. Stunned, I stand frozen in place as he approaches us.
Captain White observes the approaching stranger, and his gaze shifts between the newcomer and me. "Sparks, I'd like to introduce you to Hunter Elijah Bloodmoon, a representative of the Crescent Moon Pack," he says. I nod in acknowledgment, studying Hunter with a professional gaze.
Hunter stands tall, effortlessly matching the captain's imposing height. His jet-black hair, tinged with a subtle blue hue, falls in a disheveled cascade that somehow adds to the rugged allure of his appearance. His piercing blue-gray eyes lock onto mine, betraying a depth of perception that hints at a recognition of my identity, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. In the air, there's an undeniable aura of authority that cloaks him like an invisible cloak, demanding submission and leaving me with a lingering sense of unease. It's not just his physical stature but the quiet confidence he exudes, reminiscent of an Alpha in his prime, that sets the tone for the room and asserts his dominance in an almost palpable manner.
His sex appeal is impossible to ignore, an irresistible force that captivates and entices. The seamless way his tall, muscular frame moves exudes a seductive charm that sets my pulse racing. The sun-kissed tan on his skin only enhances the allure, creating a tantalizing contrast against the darkness of his black hair. Those piercing blue-gray eyes seem to hold secrets and invite exploration, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Every confident step he takes exudes an intoxicating mix of charisma and dominance that sparks a primal urge to allow this man to take every part of me. It's not just the physicality; it's the way he carries himself, a potent blend of confidence and allure that leaves an indelible mark on my senses, making him undeniably, irresistibly sexy.
Hunter’s POV
As the captain orchestrates introductions between his detective and myself, a familiar and exquisite scent captivates my senses. It takes only a moment for recognition to dawn upon me – she is the daughter of my father's Beta, Alaric Fenris Blackthorn, and his mate, Laura Aria Blackthorn. A wave of bewilderment washes over me, questioning the veracity of this revelation. How can it be? We were solemnly informed of her tragic demise in a drowning accident almost four years ago. Yet, the river that winds through our lands and extends into the city yielded no trace of her body. The mystery surrounding her apparent return casts a perplexing shadow over the circumstances that were believed to be settled long ago.
Intrigued and perplexed, I made a mental note to seek clarity from my father regarding the specifics of the information shared about the supposed drowning. However, the urgency of the present situation demanded my immediate focus. The assault on one of our Nobles during their business visit to the City required swift attention, and unraveling the mystery behind the return of the presumed deceased would have to wait for a more opportune moment.
"Detective Sparks," I greeted her, aiming for a smooth, silken tone to conceal any signs that I had immediately recognized her distinctive scent, "I've heard a lot about your reputation as a skilled detective. I hope we can work together to solve this case." As we delved into our examination of the crime scene, my thoughts inexplicably drifted to a more sensual realm, envisioning an intimate closeness with her. The mere idea of holding her close, inhaling her scent, and hearing her utter my name tempted my focus away from the task at hand.
*In my mind I lifted her up onto the table, her eyes widened at the dominance in my gaze, and I could see the anticipation building in hers. The blood pounding in her veins, the heat of her skin, and the scent of her arousal made my cock throb even harder. I pushed her gently, making her lie down on the cold, wooden surface. With a swift motion, I unzipped my pants and let my erection spring free, standing tall and proud. I could feel her eyes on me, burning into my skin, and I knew that she wanted me as much as I craved her.
*She parted her legs, inviting me in, and I positioned myself at her entrance. With a deep breath, I thrust forward, feeling her tightness grip me like a vice. I could hear her whimper with pleasure as I entered her fully. I began to move, my hips rocking in a steady rhythm, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her body arching towards me in perfect harmony. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her neck, causing shivers to ripple through her. "You are mine," I whispered, the words sending a shiver of desire through both of us. "Forever."
Her head tossed from side to side, her eyes locked on mine, as if she was committing every moment to memory. With each stroke, I felt her body clench around me, her hips meeting my every movement. Her breathing grew shallow, her back arching even further, her body screaming for more. I glanced down, watching her face contort with pleasure, her lips parted in a silent cry, and I knew that the moment was near. I increased my pace, thrusting faster, harder, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge. Her moans became louder, more urgent, filling the room with a symphony of desire and ecstasy. She gripped the edge of the table with white-knuckled intensity, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
*I could feel the tension building within me, matching the frenzied rhythm of her body. Her hips bucked wildly, her core tightening around my thrusts, pulling me closer to the precipice. I couldn't hold back any longer, the passion between us igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.
As I drove into her onefinal time, she cried out, her body shaking violently, her walls constricting around me, her climax washing over her like a tidal wave. I watched in awe as her face twisted in bliss, her eyes rolling back, her lips parting in a silent scream. The sound of our ragged breathing filled the room. *