Meadow’s POV:
I had on a midnight blue, off-shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline that cinched my waist and flowed downward. It also had a thigh-high slit.
This was more… regal, and with the way Alaric was looking at me, it had to be seductive as well.
Or maybe he was just hyper aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing underneath, just like I was hyper aware of the fact that I was straddling the firm muscle of his leg, my bare center right on his thigh.
“Alaric…” My voice cracked, my body already trying to grind without permission.
“Problem, baby?” His voice was smooth as butter as he reached for my hair, releasing it from its knot so it fell down my back. His eyes darkened. “That’s more like it. Velvet’s a deadly f*****g weapon on you, Meadow.”
I swallowed, shifting forward
