Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Hot And Wet

Eira’s POV

A wicked little temptress? Do I really look like that?

I frowned, squinting at him. "I am not."

"You are not?" His voice was a low whisper against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Let me show you what you are... when you’re with me."

I hesitated, glancing back at him, only to find him pulling me up from the table in one swift, unyielding movement. Startled, I ended up standing in front of the mirror, his chest pressed against my back. One of his hands circled my thin waist, holding me firmly, impossibly tight yet protective.

His free hand tilted my face toward the mirror, fingers brushing my jaw. "See how beautiful you look like this, my little temptress," he murmured.

I stared at my reflection, utterly unrecognisable. My cheeks burned with heat, my lips swollen and red. The marks on my neck traced down further, subtle reminders of the intimacy we’d just shared. My nightdress had slipped off one shoulder, leaving my chest dangerously exposed, the fabric hanging haphazardly over me. I looked anything but decent.

I had never seen myself this way before.

"Don’t tease me," I said, my voice low, my gaze snapping away from the mirror.

"I am praising you," he replied in the same low, husky tone, matching my voice, his breath warm against my ear. "In fact, I want to see you like this... every time we’re together."

I looked back at him through the mirror. "Will you be doing this every time we meet?"

"Maybe more than this," he replied, but added, "but we won’t mate until you are an adult. You won’t be able to take me without having your wolf and I don’t wish to hurt you. You are precious. I will never hurt you."

His words, his reassurance, warmed my heart. He cared.

But doubt crept in. I am a hybrid, and my grandparents said I was wolfless. What if I truly don’t have a wolf and it doesn’t show up when I’m an adult? What will I do then?

"What are you thinking?" His voice pulled me back, commanding and sharp.

"You dare let your mind slip away somewhere," he said in a low, possessive tone, his gaze warning me.

I wanted to deny it and shook my head. But his hand dangerously moved closer between my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress upward. My heart skipped a beat.

"You need to be punished for this," he murmured, dark and teasing.

I held his hand. "It’s not right..." Fear and embarrassment flared in me. He was about to uncover something utterly private to me, to any woman.

He stilled, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

My cheeks burned crimson. Damn, another bomb of utter embarrassment he dropped. Why did he have to ask this?

"Answer me, and I will decide whether to stop or go ahead," he demanded, unwavering.

I lowered my gaze and shook my head.

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