Shifters - The King of Wolves - Book 1

CHAPTER 47 - TASTING THE FLAVOURS OF LOVE

My heart raced in my chest as I paced nervously back and forth. I couldn't believe I was going through with this.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back at me. I had never felt so feminine as I did at this moment.

My long hair cascaded in soft waves down to the small of my back. My eyes, wide and bright, were filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. A soft pink blush coloured my cheeks, somehow making me appear more seductive than I ever thought possible.

The dress I wore, if it could even be called that, was made of a stunning creamy off-white fabric that hugged my curves in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination. My eyes traced the deep neckline, framed by the subtle ruffles that drew attention to the curve of my breasts. The hemline of the dress reached just above my knees, and in various places, the fabric was almost sheer, teasingly revealing inches of my body underneath.

It was the most sensual outfit I had ever worn, and it made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.

I was certain Egon would appreciate it. But what if it was too much? Maybe I should change into something less revealing.

Before I could dwell on the thought any longer, the door behind me creaked open, and I heard Egon's voice, low and breathless. "Fuck."

I caught his gaze in the mirror as he stood frozen in the doorway, his expression one of disbelief and admiration. His eyes darkened with intrigue, slowly roaming over my figure, taking in every detail.

My body responded instinctively to his reaction, and my heart quickened.

Egon approached me slowly, his steps deliberate, keeping his gaze locked with mine through the reflection. He stopped just behind me, so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body against mine.

"You look absolutely stunning, mate," he said, his voice low and husky.

His fingers brushed across my bare shoulders, stopping at the strap of my dress. The contact sent shivers down my spine, igniting goosebumps across my skin. "Absolutely enchanting," he added.

I took a deep breath and slowly turned to face him, our gazes locking once more. I could feel how he was consuming me with his eyes, and I gulped softly when his eyes wandered downwards, lingering on every curve of my body. I felt my nipples harden beneath the thin fabric as he took in the sight, and he let out a low, approving growl as he noticed my reaction.

His eyes returned to mine. "Not that I'm complaining, but how did I get so lucky to be treated to this stunning surprise?"

"I wanted to give you something back," I whispered. "I just wasn't quite sure what."

He leaned closer, his intense eyes captivating mine. "Hmm. I like it. A lot."

I could feel my cheeks flushing as I continued, "I know it doesn't compare to your gift, but—"

"Shh," he interrupted, pressing a finger against my lips to silence me. "It doesn't come anywhere close to my gift, it surpasses everything. You are a gift straight out of my wildest dreams, Esmara. Truly."

He leaned closer, the space between us charged with anticipation. I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I was aware that surrendering to his desire would mean losing control as his dominance would completely take over. I wanted to take the lead for once.

I placed my hand on his chest, gently pushing him back. His brows furrowed in confusion, but there was a spark of intrigue in his eyes.

"I want to do something different first," I said breathlessly.