The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 4

4. In the Mirror

SKYLA.

The moment I push open those double doors entering the much quieter corridor, I glance back over my shoulder. Our eyes meet for a second, there’s an intensity between us. The music half blocked out and I give him the faintest of smiles. I turn the corner and enter the women’s restroom.

It’s empty, but this will work…

I lean against the wall, looking at the mirror that is hanging on the far wall.

But my reflection is not of a woman struggling inside. I don’t recognize this version of myself… Don’t recognize the uncaring expression of a vixen willing to get hot and heavy in a woman’s bathroom with a stranger. The woman reflecting back at me; I meet her sometimes… She’s my escape. The one I don’t even know… but tonight, like many others, I’m giving her the reins again.

The door opens mere seconds behind me, and I tilt my head to look at him.

“Interesting choice.” He states while locking the door. He turns around to face me, his eyes roaming over every inch of me hungrily. The next moment, he is stalking toward me as a predator does its prey. An inviting smile tugs at my lips, but I have no chance to reply when his long fingers grip my hips and tug me against him.

Oh, fuck yes, just like that…

His hand runs up my back, making my breath hitch at the skin-to-skin contact. My skin sizzles with anticipation and desire burns a fire inside me.

The hand travelling up my back slides into my hair. Grabbing a fistful, he tilts my head back. Our eyes meet, and his are burning with the same hunger I feel. His stormy grey eyes hold emotions I can’t understand, and I find myself licking my lips, wanting to drown myself in whatever he has to offer. His gaze dips to my lips. This silent unspoken pull between us is suffocating me, and I love it.

He doesn’t say a word as he forces me back against the wall. Our hearts are racing in sync, and the heat of his body combines with mine, threatening to combust into a hundred fireworks in the pit of my stomach. The anticipation of having his lips on mine is killing me.

My hand moves to his chest, and I can feel the hard plains of muscle beneath my palms as I smooth it down his chest before hooking my finger into the waistband of his pants.

“Kiss me. I didn’t come in here just to admire you.” I find myself murmuring, yanking him by his belt and forcing him closer. His chest brushes against mine. A low growl escapes him at my words. No Alpha likes being told what to do, let alone the challenge I placed behind them, but my words seem to have the desired effect I seek, because he leans down.

One hand grips the back of my neck, his seductive scent reminds me of a winter wonderland, and then, his lips are on mine. The lingering taste of his cocktail lingers, and a moan escapes me as he dominates my mouth, leaving no part untouched in a kiss that makes lust threaten to set me on fire. The pleasure setting me ablaze.

My thoughts become consumed by his tongue, tasting every inch of my mouth. His tongue brushes mine in a fight for dominance that I stand no chance of winning. My head spins as I kiss him back, becoming light-headed.

I may not be able to get any effects from alcohol, but I’m drunk on the feel of his hands exploring my body. My hands run over his body as I deepen the kiss, the urge to take control rising within me and I give up suppressing that carnal instinct.

Grabbing his jacket, I pull it off him and toss the expensive leather to the floor. His hand slips under my dress just as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it, playing with it with his own, before he sucks hard, and I moan against his lips.

He’s only kissed me, and I’m so turned on, my body burns for him. His hand squeezes my ass, and the smell of my arousal wraps around us, perfuming the air. He groans and presses himself against me. His hardened shaft against me makes me yearn to unwrap it, so I can taste him. That desire overcomes me, and my nails dig into his arm to stop me from acting on it.

Fuck, he’s damn sexy.

“Fuck!” I whimper the moment he rubs my pussy and I hear a faint groan of pleasure escape him as he slowly massages my soaking pussy.

He teases for a bit, his hand softly rubbing over my panties, and I find myself frowning.

I can sense he’s holding back, and it’s getting to me. I let out a low growl, yanking him closer by the shirt.

“You’re probably the most impatient girl I’ve met,” He whispers seductively.

doll who will break. Fuck me like you hate me.”

my hate fucking Doll, besides it will ruin the fun… Now, how about you shut that

look in his eyes only

still not going any further,

suddenly removes his hand and roughly turns me to face the mirror, pulling both of my hands behind my back; he holds them with

one shoulder, his grip on my wrists tightening. Watching his reflection in the mirror, I see his eyes flicker and a ghost of a smirk

my breasts, his lips travelling along the column of my neck. He’s strong. I can

touch ignites something incredible inside and a gasp leaves my lips when his fingers graze

to play… My anger calms as his fingers tease along

mirror. All I can see is the top of his head.

me… as he teases his fingers just beneath the waistband of my panties. My core throbs as I lean into him as he continues, drawing patterns with his fingertips over my skin. How is this driving

It’s so intense…

this more than

meant to be just one random

me hiss and I bite my lip. His fingers move lower, ghosting along my thighs, and then he yanks my

my head again and stare into the mirror, our eyes meeting and my heart thunders under those piercing stormy eyes. He breaks our gaze first, his eyes raking

I play with you.” He purrs the words against my neck

suddenly isn’t light, and he pulls my black satin

fingers tease my pussy. He runs a finger between my folds and begins rubbing my

laugh, slowly adding pressure and moving faster,

within me as his lips

Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!

I try to break free from his hold but fail. He’s too

groan, drowning in the pleasure he’s serving

slows down, making my eyes widen. My lips part as he teases me as he lightly rubs over my slit.

What do you want from

that glimmer of amusement

you want me to fuck you harder and make you come

own back… for now, I want him

you to fuck me as hard as possible. I think I can take it.” I challenge breathlessly, sounding

blue as his fingers thrust into me

his brutal intrusion, but I’m soon moaning in pleasure as

lean back against him, delicious pleasure

lets go of my hands and wraps his

something tells me he’s letting go of the anger that has been

almost as if he’s trying to punish me with them. My core throbs

he’s working my body; he

the incessant ringtone telling me exactly who

Fuck! Not now.

getting to me, he pulls my

phone stops ringing, only for it

“Fuck!” I growl.

murmurs huskily. “I won’t