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.

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

the most impatient girl I’ve met,” He

break. Fuck me like

it will ruin the fun… Now, how about you shut that pretty mouth of yours and concentrate on my

him, that sexy look in his

further, his fingers rubbing my

pulling both of my

see his eyes flicker and a ghost of a smirk crosses his lips deviously,

in his wake. He squeezes my breasts, his lips travelling along the column of my neck. He’s strong. I can sense that just

rough fingers are heating my skin. His touch ignites something incredible inside and a gasp leaves my lips when his fingers graze across

continues to play… My anger calms as his fingers tease along my waist in such a way that every inch

can see is

beneath the waistband of my panties. My core throbs as I lean into him as he continues, drawing patterns

It’s so intense…

enjoying this more

meant to be just one random

beneath them, tugging on my panties only to let go. The sting 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 my hips,

lift my head again and stare into the mirror, our eyes meeting and my heart

my neck while his

suddenly isn’t light, and he pulls my black satin thongs to the side. His thumb

He whispers against my neck before his fingers tease my pussy. He runs a finger between my

slowly adding pressure and moving

explodes within me as his

Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!

I try to break free from his hold but fail.

the pleasure

widen. My lips part as he teases me as he

do you want

see that glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

you harder and

own back… for now, I want him to

as hard as possible. I think I can take it.” I challenge breathlessly, sounding so fucking

thrust into

intrusion, but I’m soon moaning

him, delicious

hands and wraps his fingers around my

his forehead and something tells me he’s letting go of the anger that has

to punish

body; he knows exactly how to curl

but I ignore it, the incessant

Fuck! Not now.

as if realising how much it’s getting to me, he pulls my head back and his lips crash against mine

ringing, only for it to