LyraMy breath catches. “What?”His eyes drop, just for a second, then lifts again, almost daring me to lie. The fabric of the thong snaps against me again. By now, I know I’m dripping on his counter.Big hands move to my lace bra, fingers softly brushing over the fabric until he finds my perked nipples. He tugs at them, pulling another moan from me as the material bites into my skin. “I asked,” he murmurs, voice dropping even lower, his mouth brushing against my lips, “who you thought was going to see you like this.”His fingers find my sensitive nipples again. The contrast of the cold fabric and his warm fingers has my head spinning. When I answer, my voice is so breathless, I doubt he can hear me. “I love lingerie,” I breathe. “Looking sexy makes me feel more confident.” He growls, and his head falls to my shoulder. For some reason, the Alpha looks totally defeated. And when he speaks, his voice is strained. “So you are always wearing lace?” His hand moves down again, h
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