The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin
4. In the Mirror

SKYLA.

The moment I push those double doors open entering the much quieter corridor, I glance back overmy shoulder. Our eyes meet for a second, there's an intensity between us. The music is half blockedout 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'sbathroom with a stranger. The woman reflected back at me - I meet her sometimes... She's myescape. 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 hungrilyroaming over every inch of me. The next moment, he is stalking toward me as a predator does itsprey. An inviting smile tugs at my lips, but I have no chance to reply when his long fingers grip myhips 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 withanticipation 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. Oureyes meet, and his are burning with the same hunger I feel. His stormy grey eyes hold emotions Ican't understand, and I replace myself licking my lips, wanting to drown myself in whatever he has tooffer. 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 theheat of his body combines with mine, threatening to combust into a hundred fireworks in the pit ofmy stomach. The anticipation of having his lips on mine is killing me.

My hand moves to his chest, and I can feel the hard planes of muscle beneath my palms as I smoothit 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 replace myself murmuring, yanking him by his beltand forcing him closer. His chest brushes against mine. A low growl escapes him at my words. NoAlpha likes being told what to do, let alone the challenge I placed behind them, but my words seemto 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, andthen, his lips are on mine. The lingering taste of his cocktail lingers, and a moan escapes me as hedominates 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 brushesmine 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 exploringmy body. My hands run over his body as I deepen the kiss, the urge to take control rising within meand 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 undermy dress just as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it, playing with it with his own, beforehe 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, andthe smell of my arousal wraps around us, perfuming the air. He groans and presses himself againstme. His hardened shaft against me makes me yearn to unwrap it, so I can taste him. That desireovercomes 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 between my legs and I hear a faint groan of pleasure escapehim as he slowly massages my soaking pussy.

He teases for a bit, his hand softly rubbing over my panties, and I replace 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 theshirt.

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

"Stop treating me like a doll who will break. Fuck me like you hate me.” I growl.

“I don't think you'll be able to handle my hate fucking Doll, besides it will ruin the fun... Now, howabout you shut that pretty mouth of yours and concentrate on my fingers.”

I glare at him, that sexy look in his eyes only turning me on even more.

He's still not going any further, his fingers rubbing my clit tantalisingly.

He suddenly removes his hand and roughly turns me to face the mirror, pulling both of my handsbehind my back; he holds them with ease in his left one.

He slides my hair over one shoulder, his grip on my wrists tightening. Watching his reflection in themirror, I see his eyes flicker and a ghost of a smirk crosses his lips deviously, while his right-handruns over my body.

His touch leaves paths of tingles in his wake. He squeezes my breasts, his lips travelling along thecolumn of my neck. He's strong. I can sense that just from his touch as his hand travels lower.

Even through my dress, his rough fingers are heating my skin. His touch ignites somethingincredible inside and a gasp leaves my lips when his fingers graze across my soaked panties.

He lightly brushes over my clit, earning a moan from me, before he continues to play... My angercalms as his fingers tease along my waist in such a way that every inch feels heightened.

My eyes flutter as I look at our reflection in the mirror. All I can see is the top of his head. He's talland I look tiny in comparison to him.

Every touch is getting to me... as he teases his fingers just beneath the waistband of my panties. Mycore throbs while 1 lean into him as he continues, drawing patterns with his fingertips over my skin.How is this driving me crazy?

It's so intense...

I'm enjoying this more than I should...

This is meant to be just one random fuck...

He hooks his finger beneath them, tugging on my panties only to let go. The sting of the elasticagainst my skin makes me hiss and I bite my lip. His fingers move lower, ghosting along my thighs,and then he yanks my dress up to my hips, exposing me to him.

“Look in the mirror.” His deep velvety voice murmurs, and almost as if his command holds magic, Ilift my head again and stare into the mirror, our eyes meeting and my heart thunders under thosepiercing stormy eyes. He breaks our gaze first, his eyes raking over my legs.

“I want you to watch as I play with you.” He purrs the words against my neck while his eyes flickerback to me in the mirror before holding my gaze.

His touch suddenly isn't light, and he pulls my black satin thongs to the side. His thumb brushesagainst my Brazilian strip.

“Sexy.” He whispers against my neck before his fingers tease my pussy. He runs a finger between myfolds and begins rubbing my clit.

At first, it is barely a grazing touch, teasing, making me growl, he lets out a breathy laugh, slowlyadding pressure and moving faster, building up a delicious tempo that has me moving my hipsagainst his fingers.

Pleasure explodes within me as his lips assault my neck.

Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!

I want to feel him against me. I try to break free from his hold but fail. He's too powerful... I'm fartoo lost in pleasure to focus.

“Ahh.” I groan, drowning in the pleasure he’s serving me. I'm so near...

Suddenly, he slows down, making my eyes widen. My lips part as he teases me as he lightly rubsover my slit. I'm already soaking wet...

“Tell me... What do you want from me, Doll?"

“What...” my eyes flash as I see that glimmer of amusement in his eyes. His touch remains tantalisingand gentle.

“I said, tell me you want me to fuck you harder and make you come and I'll finish what I've begun...”I'll get my own back... for now, I want him to finish what he’s started.

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

I see his eyes flash a dazzling blue as his fingers thrust into me roughly. All traces of that gentletouch are gone.

I gasp at the sharp pain of his brutal intrusion, but I'm soon moaning in pleasure as he fucks mefaster.

I lean back against him, delicious pleasure rolling through me.

He lets go of my hands and wraps his fingers around my neck tightly.

A deep frown is etched across his forehead and something tells me he's letting go of the anger thathas been building up inside of him tonight.

His gaze on my pussy darkens. He plunges his fingers deeper and harder, almost as if he’s trying topunish me with them. My core throbs and burns deliciously, and I can’t help but scream in ecstasy.

I can't think of anything but how good he’s working my body; he knows exactly how to curl thosefingers inside of me.

My phone begins ringing, but I ignore it, the incessant ringtone telling me exactly who it is.

Fuck! Not now.

Almost as if realising how much it's getting to me, he pulls my head back and his lips crash againstmine in another delicious kiss.

The phone stops ringing, only for it to start again.

“Fuck!” I growl.

"Answer it.” He murmurs huskily. “I won't stop.”

“Fuck it.” I moan. I wouldn't be able to not moan. I can feel my pleasure heighten.

So... damn... close...

Pleasure shoots through me as my release hits and I cry out, drowning out the sound of the phoneringing and if he wasn't holding me, I would collapse. My canines elongate and my eyes blaze as Ifeel my nails dig into the hand that holds me.

I tense, but he doesn’t seem phased. He slips his fingers out, rubbing my pussy.

My heavy breathing and the sound of my racing heart are all I can hear.

I look into those eyes. I don't think I've had such a good orgasm in ages, and that is with his fingersalone... isn't this supposed to be a quick fuck?

“If you wanted to play, you should have at least taken me to a hotel room.” I say breathlessly,reaching behind me and running my hand over his hard shaft.

Oh, he's big, and I want it.

“That wasn't the initial plan... but can you blame me when you're so bloody hot?” He murmurs, hislips brushing down my neck. “Besides... I didn't want anyone to see us leaving...”

Good point... but who is he?

The phone rings again, and I exhale. Did dad not get the fucking hint?

"Give me a minute.” I whisper, refusing to let him move back as I continue to run my hand over hisshaft and I take out my phone, glaring at it before I answer it.

“What? If I'm not answering, it means I'm busy or asleep.” I say.

“Do not give me that shit. You were meant to attend the dinner with Prescott!” Dad growls.

“I was tired, so I decided to sleep instead.”

"Don’t fuck with me. He had someone go down to check up on you... and you weren't there. You'restill not there.” He sounds fucking pissed.

I clench my jaw, angry that he is spying on me.

So, it was all a lie? The entire agreement to allow me some space and freedom?

“So, you're spying on me?” I ask accusingly, shoving my dress down, feeling suddenly cold as I walkaway from the hunk. I didn't want him to hear this, but no matter how far I walk in this room... he'dbe able to hear.

“If 1 fucking have to, yeah. You're pushing me to my fucking limits, Sky!”

“Whatever. I'm not doing this with you. I'm not a child anymore! Stop trying to control me!” I yell."Alright. Let's do this shit. If you are not at your place in the next twenty minutes... I'm coming toget you. Myself.”

He's threatening me... my heart is thundering as I refuse to answer and hang up.

I know Dad and he will follow up on it...

I turn to apologise, only to see the door swing shut, leaving me alone in the restroom.

He left.

I didn't even get his name. Who was he?

Whoever he was, he left me feeling... empty.