4. His Intention

Alicia’s POV

The cold water from the shower doesn’t help me extinguish the heat a certain someone’s making me feel. My mind remains blank as I try to process the situation I’m in. I’m sure he wasn’t in the closet when I checked it. Although I couldn’t explain why he wasn’t there, I believed he had already left when Elliot came.

"Are you surprised?" He whispers in my ear, rubbing his hands on my breast and kissing my neck.

I try to turn my head to see him, but he keeps me still. Even with the lights on, it's impossible to see his face as he keeps me still.

"Mm... I let out a moan when his hand moves south and in between my legs. "Don’t... Stop it!" I groan.

"What?" He chuckles, tracing my shoulder with his tongue. "I’m only helping you to clean up," he retorts.

Even if he says that, I’m not a fool to be convinced by his words. He’s clearly teasing me with his playful fingers, and I hate that I’m loving it!

"That’s enough," I mumble, taking a step away from him.

"Are you sure?" His hand holds my waist and pulls me back to him. "I don’t think so, princess." He blows on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Mm. Are you not done yet?" I gasp, biting my lower lip to suppress the moans. I’m glad Elliot left after someone called him, or he’d find us out doing ‘something’ in the bathroom.

"Not yet." His deep and husky voice graces my ears, giving me an explicable sensation.

Isn’t this how books describe the feeling when one meets her mate? No way!

I attempt to turn my head to see him once again, only to be pressed against the wall.

"Why won’t you show your face?" I bark, trying to intimidate him at least.

If I can walk him to the mirror just a couple of steps away, maybe I’ll be able to see his face. I’m dying of curiosity, and I don’t think I can let this opportunity pass.

"Now’s not the right time, princess. Besides, are you sure you’re ready to know who I am?" He rubs his chest against my back while keeping my hands overhead as he pins them on the wall.

"Tell me the truth," I say. "How did you manage to get in here?"

I wait for his reply, but he says nothing. Why? Is it because he’s working for my father, the Alpha, that he’s afraid to tell me his identity?

"It’s simple," he mutters. "Just remember that I didn’t come to do you any harm this time," he adds.

"Yeah, right? You came to kill me on the first night you sneaked into my room." I sneer. "Did you change your mind about killing me now because we’ve slept together?"

It’s probably because of that.

"Not really," he replies. "But you can say that I find you interesting to the point that I wish you to stay alive... forever." His words stir something inside me, but before I can even figure out his true intention, his lips start doing the prep work.

"Ah, I thought we were just going to take a shower?" I ask, despite knowing it’s not just about that.

A man and a woman inside the bathroom, naked... We’re not just going to scrub each other’s backs, are we?

"Looks like you want more, princess." I feel him smirk behind me. "How about this?" He asks, rubbing my clit with his hand while the other holds my wrists above my head.

Damn! I’m obsessed with his touch.

I’m not denying it!

However, this isn’t going to last. And I know what will happen to me when others find out.

I purr, throwing my head back, giving him access to my neck. He's a lot taller than me, so he can easily lower his head and lick my shoulder blade.

"Why are you so good at this?" I ask, grabbing his hair. I feel like I could do it with him several times. I wonder if my body would last, though.

"Close your eyes, princess."

"No." I refuse. "Why don’t you just show your face now?"

He chuckles. "Don’t you want the thrill?" He inserts his finger inside me, moving it in circles.

"Ah! Damn!"

The more he moves his skillful hand, the more I want him to take me.

"Please..." I beg, going against my pride.

"Please what, princess?" His voice seems deeper as he mumbles into my ear.

"Fuck me, I reply.

"Then close your eyes," he demands. He’s getting ahead of himself, really!

Just when I’m about to refuse him again, his fingers stop.

"Fine!" I whine, closing my eyes. "Now, what?"

I hear his soft laughs as he lets go of my hands. The next thing I know, he’s blindfolded me.

"What the hell?" I yell, only to be silenced by his warm lips.

His kiss is delicate, yet it makes me want him to be more aggressive.

"This is better," he says, turning me around to face him. I know we’re facing each other when I can feel his breath touching my face. "Let me know if your eyes hurt," he says. "I’ll loosen up the knot if it does," he continues.

"Can’t you just remove it?" I ask, pouting.

"No, princess. I want you to feel even better like this," he mutters, kissing my forehead and down to my lips again. "Are you ready?"

I don’t know what he’s talking about, but somehow, I can’t help expecting more.

His lips continue to move down, kissing every inch of my skin. It feels different, but I don’t dislike it. As he traces my body with his warm lips and tongue, my imagination goes wild. I wonder what he will do next.

But first of all, I need him to take care of something for me—my wetness.

"Oh, ah!" I groan, feeling a warm, moist muscle in my vagina.

His tongue?

My face turns red in embarrassment. Why would he do that? However, I have no time to stop him. His tongue has already invaded inside me, adding fluid to my already soaking-wet crotch.

My hands find their way to his head, grabbing his hair.

"Cute," he comments, before dipping his tongue inside me again.

My knees are about to give in, thanks to him putting my legs on his shoulders.

"Is this what you mean?" I ask, biting my lips in bliss. "You didn’t say you'd use your tongue!"

"It’s part of the surprise, princess." He changes his movement and starts slurping my clit.

Oh my! I can’t believe he’s doing it!

Lost for words by his mind-blowing attack, my body arches when he inserted a finger. I'm gasping for air when it goes in thoroughly, hitting my g-spot.

Sweat starts to cover my face. I wish I could get under the shower, but I can’t move with my legs on his shoulders. My back starts to hurt a bit as I lean on the wall, but there’s no other way to do this than to endure!

"Ah!" I cry in pleasure, pulling his hair.

I’m a complete mess!

His fingers diligently do their job, poking my insides. His speed increases by the second, and he thrusts his slender fingers along the tip of his tongue.

I couldn’t last another minute when he did that.

"Sweet," I hear him say, licking my juices.

He made me squirt! That’s the first, and it feels great!

"Damn it. I’m so tired," I mumble, leaning my body toward him.

"It’s okay, princess. Just take a nap," he says, lifting me up and putting me in the tub. "Let me wash you," he adds, rubbing soap into my arm as he gently massages me.

A small smile appears on my lips as I close my eyes. It will be even better if he removes the blindfold.

"Ah, this is nice," I say, drifting to sleep.