Chapter 66: Lilith P.O.V.

Chapter 66: Lilith P.O.V.
His room is everything that I thought mine would have looked like as a child, something peaceful and glorious with fabric of elegance and simplicity. I sat down on the bed while my nerves continued to grow but I don’t want my feelings to control me. I have spent minutes, hours, days and even months thinking about how I would feel if I ever lived long enough to meet my mate. Now, I didn’t even just have one mate but I had three. I have three mates that have shown me just how devoted they are to me in such a short time. 

His eyes had a fire burning in them, desire and longing burned together in a never ending fire while he took slow and precise steps towards me. Everything that he is doing showed just how much of a predator that he really is, the Alpha amongst Alphas. His eyes turning back to a shade of red that I have become more and more accustomed too until he was standing in front of me and something animalistic took over. A hand cupping my face while hsi thumb brushed over my cheek until he tilted my chin up while his hand touched my jawline, “Good girl.” He whispered. 

My breath hitched and I lost my ability to breathe. The quiet seconds while he stared into my soul, de clothing me of my walls and comfortable avoidance while he took me in. For once I felt like I was being seen while he went back and forth between my eyes and my lips. I felt like a fish stuck on dry land, my lips parched with a need- a desire for his lips to be on mine. My fingers itched with the desire to be touching his body. Engulfed in the flames of his desire, “You are my mate and now I will show you just how much you were made for me.” He smirked while I quivered. 

My body shivered, feeling the depth of his words into my wolf and my soul. My wolf, reaper is having the time of her life purring and wagging her tongue at the sin of his body. Everything about his is perfectly sculpted from his lean muscles to his hands. God, his hands are made to be touching me, the veins popping out and I could trace each vein with my fingers while they traveled up his forearms. 

“Looking at something, sweetheart?” he smirked, catching on to the fact that I was practically drooling just over his hands and forearms. I opened my mouth to defend myself btu what would I even say? Absolutely not, I was just noticing your perfect-? Actually no I wouldn’t even know where to go with that while I was stuck in my train of thought he had stripped himself of the shirt he was wearing. 

When the hell did that happen ? 

My mouth gaped open while I tried to figure out what part of him that I would stare at first. Are Alpha’s always this hot? Everything about him screamed at me while I stared at the tattoos covering his body under the tan skin. Is he even actually tan or am I just ghastly pale?  Who even knows at this point. What I do know is I want to trace every tattoo with my tongue while he touches as much of me as he possibly can. 

He chuckled. 

What the hell is he chuckling at? God, I’m freaking mess and he isn’t even touching me yet? What would it be like when he does decide to touch me with every intention of not being pure or innocent in the slightest. 

I shook the thoughts away and looked up at him. It felt like my skin was on fire, my face burning with an unavoidable blush, “What are you laughing at?” I squeaked out. It didn’t even sound like the words actually came from me but I am the only woman in this room. My voice sounded so much higher pitched than I could have thought possible, but the tension in the room made every part of me feel naked. 

“You.” He whispered, dipping his head down and meeting my lips with his own. I shook my head no, there is no way that he found me that entertaining. I’m literally just a nobody. 

The smile on his face disappeared so quickly I thought for a minute I had said my last thought out loud. His eyes turned a sad and almost angry shade while he  cupped my face with both hands and got on his knees in front of me, “ Sweetheart, you have to stop thinking things like that.” He frowned.

I bit my lip and focused on all of his features. How did that even work with the mate bond? Could he actually read my thoughts anytime he wanted? A thousand other questions came to mind while I stared into his perfect eyes, they are dazzling even when he is disappointed in me. 

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, feeling even more ashamed about all the thoughts I have had about his body while he has looked at me. He rubbed my cheeks with his thumb while he tilted my head at an angle, “Don’t be embarrassed.” He smirked, his lips so close to me that I thought I might die if he didn’t kiss me in this moment. 

I leaned forward, desperate to feel his mouth on mine but he pulled away and I frowned-No, sorry I pouted. He shook his head at me which only confused me more, “I’ll kiss you when I’m ready. Think of it as a light punishment for thinking you are a nobody.” He nuzzled his head in between my neck and collarbone. I gulped, feeling his lips so close to my sensitive skin, “Tell me you understand.” He whispered, his lips close to my skin I could feel each syllable as he told me what he wanted. 

“Yes, Troy.” I gasped, feeling his hands traveling over the small curve of my chest and down my stomach. 

“Try again, sweetheart.” He smirked. I couldn’t see it but I swear I could feel the small curve of his lips while he tortured me with his absent touch. The painful existence of his mouth and hands not touching me lingered while I squirmed desperate to feel it. 

“ Please.” I whimpered, growing more desperate. Every single time I pushed myself up towards his mouth or hands he would pull away. The cold air hitting my skin and making me more and more sensitive. 

“No.” he smirked. 

“Don’t think I’m enjoying this for a second.” he smirked. How did he still have the audacity to tell me that he wasn’t enjoying this stupid game of his while he didn’t touch me on purpose? 

“You obviously do.” I glared at the ceiling feeling the warmth of his mouth against my jawline and throat. 

“I would never.” he chuckled, laughing at my tantrum while I huffed. 

“I thought I asked you to try again a few seconds ago and you still haven’t answered.” He whispered. I would settle for his mouth on my ear at this point, this is complete torture. 

“Yes… Alpha?” I said, trying to see if that is what he wanted. His hands lingered under the sweatshirt but still never touched me. 

“That sounded like a question sweetheart and it shouldn’t have been.” he said snarkily. So, he did want me to call him Alpha.

“Yes, Alpha.” I whispered, breathlessly. His lips finally touched my neck and I arched my back eager to feel more of him against me. Even under these completely irritating clothes. 

“Good girl.” he groaned, his hands attacking my breast eagerly, squeezing them with as much need as he could show me without hurting me. 

“A-Alpha!” I whimpered, locking my legs around his waist. He chuckled, hsi warm breath hitting my skin while his hands left my breast and went down to my butt picking me up off the bed and having him sit down instead while I squirmed in his lap. 

“Can we take this off sweetheart?” He asked, grabbing the hem of my sweatshirt. 

“Yes, Alpha.” I smiled and blushed deeply. His hand moving up the sides of my body and moving the sweatshirt off of me before he threw it on the floor. My boobs looked so small in the barely there bra that I am wearing but he didn’t even look bothered at the scars on my body. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He whispered, his hands gliding over my sides and up to my breast.