Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 85

No matter, I didn’t care what his reasoning was, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He wanted to play games, so be it. My chin went up.

Leander understood my body language perfectly…and then one of his big hands palmed the considerable bulge challenging the leather of his trousers. He stroked himself through the fabric.

Waves of heat danced along my skin. Captivated by his movement, I couldn’t take my eyes away from his hand as it rubbed slowly up and down his length. His raucous display was nothing less than an invitation…

Breath turned shallow, the inspiration of my chest quickened. My hands twitched. Absentmindedly, I pulled at the restriction of my clothing just to give my hands something to do other than reaching for him. It was too hot in this damn room.

Leander wasn’t done with his wordless enticement…

Keeping one hand on the bulge pressed against the leather, he trailed the fingers of his other hand over his stomach.

Of course, the bastard knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore it. My eyes took in the flesh he wanted me to see. Granite abs, a sixpack exquisitely defined by sharp edges. Provocative images flashed through my mind-my legs cradling the tantalizing V cut of his h**s. My mouth watered.

He wasn’t done.

His wandering fingers trailed down……until both hands began to undo the leather tie of his pants.

My eyes snapped up. Leander’s blazing stare of calculation and intent was enough to weaken my knees and take my breath away. I swayed a little unsteadily.

Clever fingers lured my attention lower once again, settling on his hands and the show he was giving me.

Gently drawing apart the laces, Leander tugged the trousers open and pushed them down until they sat low on his h**s, allowing his beautifully engorged d**k to spring out. The scent of him filled the air, tangy and alluring, Alpha pheromones.

I inhaled sharply. It was like a ripcord had been pulled from my chest, an inferno of heat exploding from deep in my core, causing my skin to tingle with anticipation. My chest heaved from lack of air.

I wanted…

Long with an ample girth, his manhood jutted up toward his stomach, soft and velvety. My eyes followed the vein that ran along his length. Overwhelming desire flooded through me. I wanted to hold the weight of it in my hand and lick the glistening liquid from the tip. The temptation of his addictive flesh was too much for me to endure…

…I took another step forward.

Pleasuring himself now, Leander’s fist went down and then back up, leisurely, at his own pace, his voice low and deep, “Show me your breasts.”

Again, my gaze flickered up. Violet and cerulean had almost wholly been taken over by expanding pupils of black. Only a sliver of color could be seen around the edge.

Locked in his dark orbs, I trembled with anticipation. The heat from my core was almost unbearable, the empty ache between my legs agonizing. I was helpless to do anything other than obey his command.

Reaching with shaky fingers, I undid the tie behind my back and then the one secured at the nape of my neck, letting the ceremonial halter slip through my fingertips as it dropped to the floor at my side, exposing myself to his eyes.

“So beautiful,” Leander gritted his appreciation, but he still made no move in my direction.

I clenched my fists to stop myself from beckoning him nearer. Irritation flickered through me again, enough to draw out a little snarl. This was all wrong. That bastard had one job to do- satisfy me and he wasn’t doing it!

My displeased utterance didn’t seem to affect him in the least. If anything, it only appeared to spur on his maddening behavior.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a devilish grin.

His hand made another path down and up his manhood, his thumb brushing a bead of liquid around the plump head.

My brain went a little hazy, a deep vibration of arousal growing louder and louder from my chest. He’d given me a taste before. I wanted another. My tongue flickered out to wet my lips, earning me Leander’s growl in return.

The sound shot straight between my legs. Instantly, my body reacted almost as if commanded by the guttural sound of him. A rush of warmth drenched my swollen s*x, startling me with its ferocity, leaving my skin tingling. What the hell?

Leander’s nostrils flared as the enticing scent of a female ready to be rutted saturated the air. His next order came low and deep, “Now the cuffs.”

I tried to resist. I’d given in much too easily to his demand I take off my top. I stood frozen, spine straight, shoulders back in defiance.

Leander didn’t look bothered by my resistance. If anything, my hesitation caused a gleam of great satisfaction in his expression. Grinning like a naughty Cheshire cat, he waited a moment to be sure he had my absolute attention…and then he let out another, much louder and purposeful growling noise from his chest.

And just like before, my reaction was immediate and beyond my control. Liquid gushed from my center and trailed down my thighs. My core clenched so tightly, I hunched forward, and a whine slipped from my throat. Frustration and need overwhelmed my senses. Eyes wide, I panted, unable to catch my breath. “H-how?”

How had he done that?

I had no idea…but the glint in his eyes made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew the control he held. He knew the automatic response my body would give him…and he liked it, savoring the flavor of his dominance as though it were the tastiest thing he’d ever eaten.

Not bothering to give me an answer, he raised one eyebrow, communicating his absolute willingness to torment me again with another l**t-inducing growl if I didn’t follow through on his demand. The choice was mine. But not really.

I was already a thrumming ball of desire. I couldn’t take much more. Reaching to my wrist, I released the first band of fur-embellished leather before doing the same to the other.

A deep timbre from his throat, “And the skirt…”

I didn’t try to fight him. He’d won this challenge. My skin felt like it was on fire and there was an aching emptiness inside of me that burned to be filled. I was ready to accommodate his demands.

The leather ties at my h**s came undone. Leander watched my every move with hawklike attention, while at the same time, he pushed his pants over his h**s, stepping out once they fell to his feet. By the time my skirt was released, and I dropped it to the side, Leander stood in front of me, gloriously bare.

He was male perfection from head to toe. I’d never seen anything I wanted more.

“Come here,” he commanded gruffly.