~Lily~
His gaze dropped, following the slow movement of my hand under my dress. He didn’t try to hide it. He didn’t even pretend to look anywhere else. His eyes were locked there like he was imagining exactly what my fingers were doing, and the way his breathing shifted told me he was picturing it in detail.
“Take your hand out,” he said, his voice so deep and slow it sent a shiver right through me. “If you’re going to touch yourself, you’re going to do it where I can see. I want to watch you spread those pretty little thighs and show me exactly how wet you’ve made yourself.”
I tilted my head, letting my smirk spread. “Oh, so now you want to watch? Big bad Alpha wants a front row seat to the show? What happened to telling me I can’t do whatever I want?” I dragged my fingers lightly over
