The unspoken heat II

Lyla

I took his hands, wondering what he meant by that statement. He guided me to the full-length mirror in my room and positioned me in front of it. I glanced at my reflection, feeling a strange sense of desire suddenly growing inside me with Xander so close. I could already feel the familiar warmth creeping back into my body, the heat I had thought had subsided.

Xander stood behind me, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror.

"Look at yourself, Lyla," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "See how beautiful and desirable you are… Even the almighty White Throne Leader couldn't resist you."

I swallowed hard, my skin tingling. I was sure I didn't tell him who my ex-mate was, how did he know?

"Strip!" he said, his gaze darkening as they met mine again. "Strip, Lyla… let me look at that beautiful body of yours."