The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse 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.

it’s getting to me. I let

most impatient girl I’ve met,” He whispers

like a doll who will break.

hate fucking Doll, besides it will ruin the fun… Now, how

him, that sexy look in his eyes

still not going any further,

mirror, pulling both of my

mirror, I see

lips travelling along the column of my neck. He’s strong. I can sense that just from

incredible inside and a gasp leaves my lips when his fingers

lightly brushes over my clit, earning a moan from me, before he continues to play… My anger calms as

our reflection in the mirror. All I can see is the top of his head. He’s tall and I

getting to 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

It’s so intense…

this more than I

to be just

of the elastic against 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

as if his command holds magic, I lift my head again and stare into the mirror, our eyes meeting and my heart thunders

with you.” He purrs the words against my neck while his eyes flicker back to me in the mirror before holding

pulls my black satin thongs to the side. His thumb brushes against my Brazilian

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

me growl, he lets out a breathy laugh, slowly adding pressure and moving faster, building up

within me as his lips assault my

Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!

him against me. I try to break free from his hold but fail. He’s too powerful… I’m far too lost in pleasure

drowning in the pleasure he’s serving me. I’m

My lips part as he teases me as

What do you want from

flash as I see that glimmer of amusement in his eyes. His

you harder and make you

own back… for now, I

as hard as possible. I think

his fingers thrust into me roughly. All traces of that gentle

his brutal intrusion, but I’m

lean back against him, delicious pleasure rolling through

and wraps his fingers

etched across his forehead and something tells me he’s letting go

trying to punish me with them. My core throbs and

anything but how good he’s working my body; he knows exactly how to curl those fingers inside

ignore it, the incessant ringtone telling me

Fuck! Not now.

he pulls my head back and his

only for it to start