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He closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he said, “Just give me a yes or no. I need to know, Bella.”

“Don’t you find that to be a personal question?” I was taunting him, I knew it. If there was one thing that I loved most on this earth, it was to make these boys crazy.

“Personal?” His fingers somehow left my arm and ended up at the nape of my neck without me even noticing. He stepped closer, invading my space. “You think I care about personal, Bella? When I can smell the human males’ want for you from just a glance in your direction? When I can lean in this close and taste the buzz around your skin? When I can smell everything about you, every damn thing, for weeks as you infiltrated my home?” I felt my face redden at the thought, and he knew, he fucking knew, as he released a humorous laugh. “That’s right, sweetheart, everything. There are no personal questions.”

How had he suddenly gotten an upper hand in this game of push and pull? I bit my lip, and his thumb was there, pulling it free, but he said nothing as he waited. Waited for me to respond, waited for my heart to stop pounding and my very core to stop pulsing. That wouldn’t happen, not with him this close. Not with the eyes of Vincent and Boyce watching us curiously, probably waiting for the answer.

I swallowed hard, feeling like a lump was wedged in my throat, stealing my air and obstructing my voice. “Nothing.”

It was the only word to escape my lips, and I prayed he understood, though I feared the confession. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, his eyes letting me know that his wolf was surfacing, the fierce animal pacing just under the skin of the man. I took a step back, not expecting to hit a wall behind me. How had we even moved this far to the side of the club? Had I been slowly stepping back without realizing it?

“This isn’t a time for games, Bella,” he warned.

I licked my lips. “No games.”

He closed the space between us, his nose buried in the crook of my neck as he spoke. “It’s unfair, Bella. You always have the upper hand against us, and the three of us? We are weak when it comes to you.” A warm palm touched my thigh, and I should have stopped it, should have grabbed his wrist and told him no. But instead, I only relaxed my body and widened my stance, giving him plenty of room to roam.

“I’ve never had an upper hand.” It was true. Never once did I have a power that I wielded over them.

His hand moved upward, and the touch alone left a scorching trail. My breath hitched, my mind only able to concentrate on the graze of his fingers as it left a heated path on my skin. To the side of us, I was vaguely aware that Boyce and Vincent were surrounding me, blocking out any other prying eyes, and my mind caught a glimpse of Lynette as she leaned over the bar for a drink.

“Silas,” Vincent warned, but his voice sounded strangled as his eyes watched his alpha’s hand on my body.

The warning didn’t stop him, didn’t prevent him from bringing his fingers fully to the junction of my thighs, his thick finger swiping against my lips before nestling between them. He groaned, his forehead falling to my shoulder as he felt what I thought of his touch.

“Belladonna.” My name was a beg, a plea, a warning. “I can’t want you.”

I thought we both knew it was already too late for that. When it had happened, I wasn’t so sure, but it had. Wanting them—not just one, but all of them—had become something I wasn’t sure I could give up. His hand pulled away, and with it, his body, but his eyes never left my own as he placed his finger in his mouth. It should’ve been wrong, forbidden, taboo that Silas would touch me, would want me when he shouldn’t. But who decided that because we were raised by the same parents, this was wrong? Human standards? Why abide by human standards when we all had animals within us? As if she knew my thoughts, I felt my wolf push against my skin, comforting me, maybe trying to reach for him. I wouldn’t reach though.

I didn’t want to push him, but I knew my complaint got me nowhere, never moved him from his position of power. I reached for Boyce, and he came willingly as I pulled his shirt, bringing his mouth down to my own and kissing him hard. At first, his body was rigid until it softened in my hands, turning to butter as I kissed him, then I pulled away. “You don’t have to want me, Silas. I’ve got plenty who do.”

And with that, against my butter judgment and everything I knew I shouldn’t do, I threaded my fingers with Boyce’s and pulled him toward the dance floor.

Chapter 20

BOYCE

“I know what you’re doing,”I stated as we made it to the center of the dance floor, and she looked up at me innocently through her lashes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The fuck she didn’t. “You’re going to push him too far, and we’re all going to suffer.”

“I wasn’t pushing him. I told the truth, and he refused to believe it.” Hell, I refused to believe it.

“What the hell were you thinking?” I asked as she danced close to me, while I stood still. I wasn’t much of a dancer, but there was no way I was leaving her on the dance floor alone, not with the way humans were eying her like she was the last meal they would eat before I ripped their throats out.

“About?” She grinned.

“Bella, you can’t tease an alpha into submission.”

She shrugged before doing this shimmy against my body that pushed out her breasts, rubbing them against my arm. “I’m not forcing him to do anything, Boyce.”

“You’re naked under that dress,” I stated before I let my hand go to her waist, moving slightly against her.

“Isn’t everyone naked under their clothing?”

She turned in my arms, her back against my chest, her damn near perfect ass grinding into my cock, and I knew she knew exactly what she was doing. There was no way to miss how hard I was. Silas sucking the essence of her body off his finger like it was a bliss he only could dream of had turned me to granite and made me hope for things I had no business dreaming of.

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