A thrill of anticipation rushes through me.
“What does the winner get?” I ask.
“More like,” Swan turns Vito’s head by the chin to whisper roughly against his lips, “what’s the consequence to the loser?”
I like this game.
I’d never have felt safe toplaylike this with any other Alpha.
Swan winks at me, then looks significantly at Vito, as if to say that he’s caught him, and now I need to make my move.
I clench my hands around my controller.
I crave to have fun with this Alpha in the same way that I do with Swan.
When I crawl onto Vito’s lap, his espresso scented pheromones become thick with desire.
“The loser will be punished,” I murmur.
Vito’s neck flushes red.
I’m in charge here. This is my decision.
I never thought that would be possible.
“How?” Vito’s gaze is half-hooded.
I stare deeply into his blue eyes. “You’ll have to wait and see, sinceyou’llbe losing.”
Vito gives a surprised laugh. “Confident, now that’s fucking sexy. Okay, gamer Omega. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
My lips quirk, but I don’t move from my spot on his lap.
It may be unfair to make Vito play while peering over my shoulder and being held tightly in place by Swan behind him, but I’m prepared to play dirty to win this.
I want to give Vito his delicious punishment.
He doesn’t seem to mind.
Instead, he kisses the back of my head. “Kinky gaming. This could catch on.”
“Good luck, JuJu,” Swan whispers. “You can do this.”
I hold my breath, as the countdown on the racing game begins, studying my Ferrari. Then I explode from the starting line.
Shit, this is tougher than I thought.
Vito overtakes me.
I struggle with remembering the buttons.
But then, it becomes easy.
It is all about co-ordination, muscle memory, and timing. I fall into the zone, concentrating as I would during a dance routine.
I swerve around a corner, overtaking Vito.
“Shit, how are you…?” Vito struggles to catch me up. “That’s… Come on this is…” He’s laughing, even as I zoom across the finishing line in front of him.