Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 Mirror

Victoria

His hands settled on my hips, and I felt the heat of him against my back, solid and overwhelming. My knees weakened as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my sweater, ghosting over the sensitive skin of my waist.

"Leo," I breathed, not sure if I was protesting or encouraging him.

"We’re in a public place," he reminded me, his voice a low rumble that I felt through my entire body. "I just want to see you in that dress." His fingertips traced up my ribs. "And maybe a few other things."

My heart thundered in my chest as his touch ignited something primal within me—a need I couldn’t explain or resist. Despite everything I’d told myself about maintaining control, my body betrayed me, melting into his touch like I was made for him.

And in that moment, surrounded by mirrors that reflected the intensity in his eyes, I wondered if perhaps I was.

His hands continued their torturous exploration, sliding higher until they cupped my breasts through my thin bra. I gasped at the contact, my back arching involuntarily into his touch. The thin fabric was hardly a barrier between his hot palms and my sensitive flesh.

"Someone could hear," I whispered, though I made no move to stop him. My eyes locked with his in the mirror as his thumbs circled my hardening nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

"Then you’d better be quiet, little wolf," he murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin where my pulse raced wildly. "Can you do that for me?"

His right hand abandoned my breast, trailing slowly down my stomach. Every inch felt marked by his touch, branded. When his fingers reached the waistband of my jeans, he paused, his eyes holding mine in the mirror.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he said, his voice strained with restraint.

The last threads of my resistance snapped. "Don’t stop," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His smile was predatory as he flicked open the button of my jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. The sound seemed deafening in the small fitting room. I bit my lip as his hand slipped inside, over the thin fabric of my panties.

"You’re soaked," he growled against my ear, his voice filled with masculine satisfaction. "All this for me?"

I couldn’t answer, couldn’t think as his fingers pressed against me through the damp fabric. My hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.

"Answer me, Victoria," he commanded, his voice taking on that alpha timbre that seemed to vibrate through my very bones.

"Yes," I gasped, "just for you."

He rewarded my admission by slipping his fingers beneath the edge of my underwear, finally making contact with my bare, sensitive flesh. I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

"Look at yourself," he instructed, his gaze intense in the mirror. "See how beautiful you are when you’re desperate for me."

I forced my heavy eyelids open, shocked by the sight of my own reflection—flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, lips parted in silent pleasure. Leo stood behind me, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist while the other hand worked between my thighs, the movement obvious despite being hidden by my clothing.

"Luna Victoria?" The saleswoman’s voice came through the door again, closer this time. "I have some accessories that might complement that dress. Would you like to see them?"

Leo didn’t pause his ministrations, instead increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers. I felt myself climbing rapidly toward the edge, terrified of making a sound yet unable to ask him to stop.

"She’s a bit tied up at the moment," Leo called back, his voice perfectly controlled despite the wicked things his hand was doing. "Give us a few minutes."

"Of course, Alpha," came the deferential reply.

The danger of discovery, combined with the skilled movement of his fingers, pushed me over the edge. My knees buckled as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Leo’s strong arm around my waist was the only thing keeping me upright as I shattered silently, my body convulsing against his hand.

"That’s it," he whispered against my ear, his voice thick with desire. "Let go for me, Victoria. Only for me."

As the aftershocks subsided, he slowly withdrew his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. The sight of him tasting me made my spent body stir again with renewed desire.

"Delicious," he pronounced, his eyes never leaving mine. "A taste I could get addicted to."

I sagged against him, my legs still trembling. "I can’t believe we just did that," I whispered, equal parts shocked and thrilled by my own abandon.

"Try on your dress now," he said, his voice returning to normal though his eyes still smoldered. "I want to see if it looks as perfect on you as I imagine."

I blinked, trying to process the sudden shift from intense intimacy to casual conversation. "You expect me to function normally after... that?"

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