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.

getting to me. I let

the most impatient girl

break. Fuck me like

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

glare at him, that sexy look in his eyes

any further, his fingers rubbing my

pulling both of my hands behind my back; he holds them with

wrists tightening. Watching his reflection in the mirror, I see his eyes flicker and a ghost of a smirk crosses his

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

rough fingers are heating my skin. His touch ignites something incredible inside

a moan from me, before he continues to play… My anger calms as his fingers tease along my waist in such

All I can see is the top of his

panties. My core throbs as I lean into him as he continues, drawing patterns with his fingertips over my skin. How is

It’s so intense…

enjoying this more than I

meant to be

hooks his finger 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

and stare into the mirror, our eyes meeting and

words against my neck

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

He whispers against my neck before his fingers tease my pussy. He

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

within me as

Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!

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

pleasure

down, making my eyes widen. My lips part as he teases

me… What do you want

see that glimmer of amusement

you harder and

own back… for now, I want

as hard as possible. I think I can take

blue as his fingers thrust into me roughly. All traces of

intrusion, but I’m soon moaning in pleasure as he

him,

go of my hands and wraps his fingers around my neck

and something tells me he’s letting go of

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

how good he’s working my body;

begins ringing, but I ignore it, the incessant ringtone telling me exactly who

Fuck! Not now.

my head back and his lips

stops ringing, only for it