Dear Enemy, You're My Mate

Chapter 41 **

Patricia

Dior got me pinned against the shower wall with his head slightly tilted to look down at me. There isn't an ounce of fat on his body, and the arm resting on the tiles is heavy with well-developed muscles someone would expect on a pro athlete.

I swallow thickly, nervous under his intense gaze, drinking me in. His full lips quirk up higher, and his playfulness shines through his eyes. Jesus Christ—what am I supposed to do?

My idea had been to shower, but at the moment, I'm having a hard time ignoring Dior and his carved body. My lower belly is somersaulting already, hyperaware of the alpha man dwarfing me. And even though I'm met with the brick wall that is Dior's front, I'm aware of the muscular bubble butt hiding behind him.

"I want you so badly," Dior lowers himself to kiss my neck. It proves hard for him. I'm tiny, more than an inch shorter than Dior, nothing compared to his six-foot-something body, and every part of me flutters when he picks me up and presses my back against the icy wall. "And I know a secret." His rough fingers play at my opening while his lips are smiling against my skin. "You want me too, don't you, Patricia?"

Dior is an intimidating man. He is tall, even taller than Rohan, who is six foot one, and even that is tall for me. And combined with his wrestler physique and alpha werewolf genes, Dior would be downright frightening to face in a dark alley.

"Yes, but..."

I can't finish my sentence without moaning. Dior's stubble is rubbing against my neck, and his low, vibrating chuckle against my skin feels so fantastic my knees grow weak. I'm lucky he is holding me up, or I would be in a puddle on the ground.

"But what?" Dior whispers, knowing what his husky voice against my neck will bring—I shudder uncontrollably.

I manage to crack one eye open. My breasts feel swollen, and my nipples are standing on full display. Every inch of me is throbbing, especially my pussy, which is close to begging to be filled. I'm so wet it hurts.

Yet, I have to be strong. Resistance isn't futile, but it's physically painful. Dior is hot and sexy, and fuck, his cock is so thick and leaking pre-cum already—I so badly want to sink to my knees and lick him, worship every inch of his beautiful body.

I'm struggling to speak. "We can't finish the mating ritual, not yet."

Dior trail kisses along my neck, nibbling on my skin before whispering into my ear with his teasing voice. "No, but we can have sex—isn't that what you want, princess?"

Water is raining over us, making inky strands hang from Dior's face into his eyes while he gazes at me. The blue color contrasts against his tanned skin, and my self-control ticks away as I stand there, absorbing his gorgeous face as he patiently awaits my answer.

"Well?"

As soon as he speaks, I swing my arms around his thick neck, kissing him without a care in the world. I can't help myself. Even my legs wrap around him, loving his big broad body.

Dior deepens the kiss and lowers me onto his cock. It hurts, but I love every minute. I'm probably ruined for other men, knowing my mate isn't exactly small. His cock is thick, veiny, and fills me up to perfection—I almost have an orgasm from simply having it in me.

I tighten my hold around Dior, and the man groans, bringing me to the wall where he can fuck me. His body is tall and large, making it possible for him to force his pecs into my face as he pounds into me. The sensation is great, but something is missing—I take one of his nipples into my mouth, sucking it until Dior groans again, louder this time.

It's exhilarating knowing he enjoys being played with, and I cup his other pec with my hand, squeezing it until Dior buckles and adds more pressure into his hips. He fucks me faster and harder until hitting a particular spot that makes me cry out in bliss.

"Don't stop sucking me," his voice drops lower, smoky and husky, and entirely alpha. "Get your mouth back where it belongs."

My skin burns hot while sensations tingle in places they have no business tingling—I'm so turned on. I stumble back and arch my neck, taking Dior's nipple back into my warm mouth.

A sound, half a moan, and half a groan cut the way up to his throat as I playfully nibble at his sensitive skin.

Dior might be the big bad wolf, the one calling the shots with his hulking body and muscles locking me in, but that doesn't mean I can't take great pleasure in knowing he is riled up. I keep going, sucking and playing with him until he fucks me so hard I'm the one moaning from being plowed into by that great dock.

"Oh-god, fuck me," My voice is breathy and desperate, eyes struggling to keep themselves open. "Don't stop!"

Dior is close—I can feel it, and when he grunts in satisfaction, I immediately come with him. I've been horny all night from having the big man sleeping next to me like forbidden fruit. Tempting. Big. And so incredibly sexy.

Panting, Dior slips me down on the ground but smiles when I'm forced to hold on to him not to melt. My legs are weak and even shaky, and I thank the lord when Dior turns the knob and the water gets colder.

"See, even the quickies with me are hot," Dior's voice is surprisingly tender, and I don't skitter away when he hugs me to his hard body by pressing his hand into the small of my back. "Another point added to why I would make such a great boyfriend."

I lift my chin, wanting to kiss him, but I can't reach. Dior is too tall, but he is sweet, and those eyes are beautiful. My palms are pressed to his chest, and shit—what the hell am I thinking?

Once I realize I'm out on too deep water and that I shouldn't be swooning, I stumble back. "We should get ready for class. I still need to take care of my hair, put in a mask and then condition it after. It will take some time, so you should wash first."

Dior doesn't budge. He stands there, towering over me with a smile gracing his lips. "Since everyone knows your parents died, I don't think any teacher is expecting you today, and I don't mind skipping classes—how about we share breakfast instead? We can hang out and watch Netflix after we are done."

I hesitate briefly but then smile up at him. "Okay," I say, blushing a little at the thought of actually doing something romantic. "Let's eat breakfast and watch something. Together."

Smiling, Dior steals, takes the showerhead, and I step away. I look for my hair items, while Dior doesn't bother to rub anything into his skin. I flick him a glance, and the man grins knowingly. Nothing seems to slip past him.

"You've sure gotten bolder these days, princess—seeing anything you like?"

I turn away from him, embarrassed yet still smiling. "Shut up, Lavigne."

The man chuckles and then hangs the showerhead above him. His fingers brush through his raven hair, and I notice him stealing some pink body wash for his face. I giggle. Dior Lavigne will smell like a dreamy flower field today—if I'm about to trust the name on the bottle.

Once the man is done showering, he passes me with a smirk and dips down to slap my ass for fun. But the joke is on him. I evade his hand and instead reach for his bubble butt, hitting it much harder than intended, and laugh when it jiggles.

"Hey!" Dior is beat red. "You're not allowed to do that!"

His embarrassment got me laughing. "Mm, so peachy!"

The man grunts, but I can see that he is mildly entertained by me openly complimenting him.

There isn't a towel for him, but he doesn't seem to mind. He opens the bathroom door, smiling over his shoulder in a way that makes my insides go warm and fluttery.

"Don't take too long in the shower—I don't like to wait, princess!"

How dare he?! And even after I told him taking care of my hair will take time! Shush! Guys and their inability to listen! Shame on him!

I threateningly snarl at my mate, even though I'm laughing on the inside. Dior makes me happy. "Long hair takes time to wash, Lavigne! Sit down and stop stressing me out!"

There is a chuckle before the door closes, leaving me alone to wash my hair in peace. If Dior keeps being this sweet, I might need to complete that mating ritual to ensure he is mine forever. Good guys are a rarity, and I can't risk losing him. Not when I'm already so lost in him and falling a little more with each day.