The Birthmarked Luna

"Louis, what are you—oh fuck!" He was thrusting into me while I was still coming, and the sensation was incredible. My body was hypersensitive, every movement sending shockwaves through me. "Can't stop," he growled against my throat. "Need more." *Holy shit, he's not done. He's actually getting harder.* I couldn't form words anymore. He was fucking me through my orgasm, and I was already building toward another one. My nails dug into his shoulders as he moved with renewed intensity. "So good," I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop." Louis was like a man possessed, his movements becoming more desperate and hungry. When I came again, even harder this time, he followed with a roar. We collapsed together, both of us breathing hard, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. I felt completely wrung out, like I'd been turned inside out and put back together. ****** Sloane, a birthmarked outcast from her werewolf pack, saves a dying stranger with no memory. For three months, they find love in their hidden world where her birthmark don't matter. But when black-ops soldiers take him away, she discovers he's far more dangerous than she knew, and she's developing strange powers. To survive, Sloane assumes a dead woman's identity, living her life and wearing her face. When she finally sees him again, he's changed, no longer the gentle man who called her beautiful. She's changed too, hidden behind another's identity. Now they're both different people than when they fell in love. Will he recognize the woman who saved him when she's disguised as someone else?