My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 114

I kept staring at my reflection in the mirror, and I felt as if I was wearing a seductive nightgown. Not in hell, I was going to indulge his senses by presenting myself in this dress. I looked at the clock; it was exactly 1 PM. I ran to my closet and took out my favorite oversized, loose sweater. It was white, and it was long enough to cover my butt.

I grinned wickedly, checking my look in the mirror for the final time. "Perfect!"

I ran down the stairs, looking for the dining room. The door on the right was wide open as if inviting me in. I cautiously passed the threshold and found myself in a spacious room with a long, massive wooden table running the length of the room.

"You're here." I heard a whisper right behind my ear.

I turned around. Draven was standing inches away from me. He was wearing jeans and a black fitted T-shirt, partially exposing the tribal mark tattoos on his upper arms. His eyes slowly roamed down my body. I gulped but forced myself not to turn my eyes away from him. I vowed to myself that I would not give him the satisfaction of becoming flustered and intimidated by his presence. He smirked.

"Are you cold, Lilith?" he chuckled, looking at my sweater.

"No." I wasn't going to lie about the reason why my whole outfit looked the way it did.

"Should I turn on a heater for you?" he asked, faking a worried face.

"I'm fine, thank you," I smiled, with the same kind of sincerity his voice had.

"Then perhaps you could take this off…" He gently grabbed the hem of the sweater at my neckline. "If you feel cold, I will gladly wrap you in my arms and make you hot." He looked at me with such insane confidence that it made my knees weak.

I swallowed hard, but I was not going to lose to him. "You don't seem to like my sweater, do you?" I smirked.

He gave out a nonchalant sigh. "I would say that I would prefer to see you in the dress I gave you, but you can also take the dress off and then stay in the sweater."

His arrogant smirk and intensive gaze were almost impossible to bear, but much to his disadvantage, I acted more rational when I was pissed, and his cockiness drove my blood to the verge of boiling.

"Did you want to see me in this see-through dress this badly, Alpha Draven?" I asked daringly, slightly leaning towards him. "Did you want to see my panties underneath the fabric and fantasize about what it's like to get between my thighs? Or did you wish to see the shape of my hardening nipples, revealing themselves from beneath my lace bra?"

His eyes flared with a madly red glow. His lips parted, exposing his fangs while a ferocious roar escaped from his throat. Ok… I might have taken my teasing a little too far…

With his one hand, he swept me off my feet, lifting me in his arms, and then sitting me on the table and positioning me to face him. He did it so fast that I hardly acknowledged his movements. With his one knee, he forced mine to spread, making his way between my thighs. He pulled up the skirt of my dress, and with the bulge in his pants, he rubbed against the soft spot in my panties. I flinched and refused to admit the shiver of excitement that spread across my body. I wanted to move back, pulling myself further away from him on the tabletop, but he leaned over me, putting his hands on both sides of me to cage me. I gasped. He kept his eyes locked on mine. His anger, blended with lust, made an explosive mixture, which I was terrified to taste. My breathing rate increased, as his intoxicated scent surrounded me, overwhelmed me, and horrified me. But the scariest thing was the fact that at that moment, I might have wanted him too.

Draven drew his lips closer to mine, and surprisingly, I didn't move back. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and the lustful roar vibrating within him. His scent was insanely rich in pheromones, turning on every primal instinct within me. Unconsciously, I closed my eyes, awaiting his caresses.

"If I knew it was so easy to arouse you, I would have claimed you the first night I saw you," Draven chuckled, moving his lips away from mine.

A wave of humiliation and anger struck me hard, killing the excitement within me. The rage initiated by my clenched teeth induced a wave of rising tension in my muscles that drifted down my arm, hardening each cell in my palm.