Page 103 of Resisted

“Perfect.” She eyed the others. “Staying for the show?”

“Staying? I wouldn’t miss it,” Boyce murmured, his hand already stroking his cock as he watched her. Vince didn’t say a word, but the gleam in his eyes only confirmed that there was no other show he would rather watch than what he was about to witness.

Her eyes fell back to me. “I dare you to dance with me.”

My whole body tightened, the implication clear. It wasn’t that long ago when we issued the exact same dare to her on the dance floor of the club. Only now we were completely aware that there would be no dancing.

She didn’t wait for me to answer after the dare fell from her lips. Instead, she lowered her lips to my skin, laying tantalizing kisses and nibbles as she traveled her way down my body, avoiding my nipples and passing my cock as she worked her way to my chest, stomach, thighs, and calves. It was a new type of torture, one I’d never experienced before. If I had thought the last moments tied to the chair on Alcatraz Island had left me weak, it was absolutely nothing compared to now. I wanted to move, but every time I tried, her little hand shot up, pinning my body in place, and it was nearly unbearable to force myself to stay still when all I wanted to do was take control.

I wouldn’t of course. One glance at my pack mates told me that if I ruined this for myself, or even worse, for them, they would tie me up and leave me hanging from the barn rafters for a week. Still, my control over my body was weakening. Each time her lips touched a part of my skin, my body jumped, my cock pulsed, gooseflesh broke out all over, and I had absolutely no control over any of it. I wanted to take her hair in my hands, tighten my hold so that each strand was wrapped around my fingers in a grasp that made her eyes damn near water, and guide her mouth to my dick.

She traveled her body up mine, making sure that her skin never left mine, giving me a tantalizing tease as she made her way up to my lips. When she was so close, I could feel her whispering breeze against my chin, she said, “I bet you want me to suck you off.”

I couldn’t lie when the thought had crossed my mind a thousand and one times. “More than I want my next breath.”

Her eyes glinted. “It’s a shame you aren’t going to get it.”

Fucking hell, I wasn’t? “If you let me touch you, I’ll convince you otherwise.”

“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll change my mind,” she purred, and damnit, even that slight rumble of her chest against my own was doing shit to my system.

I licked my lips that were suddenly so fucking dry, they were like the fucking Sahara. “How can I prove that I’m as good as they come?”

That was a fucking lie that I knew she saw right through. I was a killer. I was bossy. I was temperamental and broody. But she took my statement at face value without a dispute. “Well, I can think of something…”

She never told me the something. Instead, she sat up before scooting her body over mine. It may have taken me a second longer than it should have to figure out what she wanted—I blamed the short-circuit in my brain on having her near me—but as her knees straddled my head, I had no doubt just how I was about to prove it. I couldn’t wait. The taste of Bella was so fucking divine. I could consume her all day, take my nourishments through a fucking IV, and never stop.

Her fingers gripped the headboard before her body lowered down, and I swear the moment her sweet pussy touched my lips, every man in this room moaned, myself included. My tongue darted out, taking my first taste of heaven, and though I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch her, disobeying orders would be worth the punishment for this reward. My hands darted up, my fingers grabbing onto her thighs as I pushed her forward and down, lining her core up perfectly and allowing me to dart my tongue inside her body, causing her to squirm against me. I knew what she wanted, or at least what she was hoping for, but my tongue was not about to reward her for the torture she caused me until it had paid her back with a little torture of my own.

She cursed. She grinded. She begged me for her release, but begging wasn’t going to do any good, not in a game of truth or dare. Though I might not have verbalized it, I dared her to make me come before she broke. It wouldn’t happen, I knew it, not when I’d learned every little thing that made her tick and got her off, including the perfection combination of pressure needed to make her come with my mouth.

Her fingers found my strands of hair, and she threaded her fingers through it, pulling hard at the locks, trying to place my face where she wanted it as she rode on top of it. I laughed against her skin, causing a moan to escape her. She wouldn’t get her way. I would give her anything she wanted, any fucking time, but not this.

I removed my tongue from inside her to blow warm air against her skin, and she cursed. “I fucking hate you.”

“That’s not what your lady bits are saying.” I swiped my tongue upward, making sure to rub against her clit with the action.

“She’s a treacherous wench,” she muttered before she got to her knees, pulling her body away from my mouth. She scooted down to my chest before lifting one leg and pulling off my body all together. I nearly chased her down, but before I could sit up to grab her, she straddled my body again, this time backwards. She moved her ass backward until her core was aligned with my mouth again before bending forward toward my cock.

To my right, there was a strangled sound that came from Vince, but I couldn’t concentrate on that, not when her lips ghosted against my skin as she gifted me gentle kisses against my cock. The gentle kisses weren’t going to do shit to me and we both knew it, but it was the promise of more that had my stomach tightening. It was all part of her delicious torture, part of the allure of the dangerous game we were playing.

“If you want a reward, Alpha, you’ve got to prove you can provide me with what I seek,” she said, my title dripping with superiority, and she knew as well as I did that she was trying to provoke me into action, but she didn’t have to try hard. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back for long, not with her sweet aroma assaulting my senses and the slight taste of her body still coating my tongue.

My hands reached up, grabbing her hips and pulling her down roughly to my mouth, because if she was going to challenge me, question if I could provide what she needed most, it was my job to prove to her that no one else on this earth was worthy enough to get the job done. No one could satisfy her like I could. No one could please her to the point where her whole body could no longer stand the thought of more pleasure. No one was made for her, the perfect fucking match…except me.

I growled into her skin, feeling the vibrations travel through her whole body. Her breathing picked up as her fingers dug into my thighs, and that bit of pain, the sharp contrast against the luscious feeling of her tongue on my cock, was nearly unbearable. I forced myself to match her moves, even when it seemed like it was fucking impossible. She kissed my cock, I kissed her back. She nipped, I nipped. She sucked, I licked. What rhythms she picked, I matched, nothing more, nothing less. I could tell she was frustrated, the need to come building inside of her with the inability to reach it, but I would not be the first to cave.

And I wasn’t. At first.

But when she pulled her mouth off my cock, her delicate little tongue doing one last, nearly detrimental swirl on my dick’s head first, I swear I saw all the stars in the universe collide. I couldn’t help my weakness. I didn’t fucking care about the damn dare. I’d take the hit to my pride and the endless taunts from my girl about being a loser of dares. I didn’t fucking care.

My fingers tightened on her waist as I lifted her off my body, flipping her around before rolling my body on top of her. Her skin was soft against my own, the perfect pillow to rest my weight on as I fit my hips between hers.

“Looks like someone wasn’t willing to suffer,” she taunted, her long lashes fanning her cheeks for a moment as she closed her eyes.

“I think I’ve suffered enough, Belladonna,” I murmured, and the rest of my subpack echoed their agreement. “Now I want my reward.”

“Reward? There is no reward in truth or dare, you silly wolf.”

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