Page 54 of Covenant

Oh, Matthias likes this. He likes me tugging on his hair, controlling his movements.

Interesting.

My right hand moves to the front of his neck, my thumb brushing up against his Adam’s apple, feeling it bob as he swallows.

Is this what it does when he sucks dick?

Where the fuck did that thought come from?My own heart is racing now as I immediately squash that idea. I won’t think of him doing anything like that. That’s not—I’m not fucking thinking about that.

Ever.

“Why the faraway look?” Matthias’s voice rumbles under my fingertips.

I swallow hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I was just thinking about wrapping my hands around your neck and strangling you.”

“How about instead of doing that, you kiss me?”

There’s something in his eyes. Something almost like desperation.

I scoff, letting my finger move up to his mouth, dragging it along his bottom lip. For all his insistence about not being attracted to me, there’s no missing the hunger in his eyes. The desire. “Give me one good reason I should do that.”

He leans forward, his lips at my ear. “Everyone is watching us, Wy. They gossip like little old women in a small town. We need to give them something to talk about.”

He pulls back and our lips are just inches from each other now. I refuse to look away from his intense gaze. I forget about everyone else around us, the ones he says are watching.

Right now, there’s no one but me and Matthias.

“I dare you,” he whispers, those words hitting me right against the mouth. “Idareyou, Wy.”

My hand curls into his hair tighter and I haul him to me. Our lips meet aggressively, our teeth clashing. His hands tighten against me, holding me to him as we begin to move.

Of course he wouldn’t let this be chaste. He’s daring me, trying to one-up me. He nips at my bottom lip and I tilt my head, doing the same back, roughly, enough to leave a mark. He grunts and pulls away slightly.

“Scared?” I ask, and his nostrils flare as he meets my mouth again, kissing me forcibly. My tongue thrusts into his mouth, tangling with his as I tug on his hair almost painfully. He lets out a small groan and something inside of me unfurls.

Wanting. Need.

I’m winning.I’m beating him, I think as I continue to lick into his mouth, tasting him, making little whimpers of pleasure seep from him into my throat. I swallow them down as I push my thigh between his and feel his hard cock against my leg.

I’ve forgotten everyone else. The gala. The spectators. The fact that this is supposed to be an act.

I can’t think past finding out how much more I can make Matthias moan. How much I can bend him to my will.

It doesn’t last. The sound of a clearing throat punches through the fog of insanity clouding me. I jerk back to see Cade watching us closely, lips twisted in amusement.

Fuck.What have we done? What haveIdone?

One taunt. One dare from Matthias. That’s all it took for me to bend. To break. To give him what he wants.

God, how I wish I hadn’t. This feeling inside me…it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. My seams feel like they’re coming apart, everything I’ve known about myself unraveling like thread.

Matthias looks as wild as I feel, his lips swollen and chest heaving. His tongue flicks over his bottom lip, like he’s trying to taste me there.

“You’re giving everyone quite the scene,” Cade drawls, a gleam in his eyes. “And people are filming it. Just thought you should know.”

I have no response. Nothing to say. Thankfully, Matthias speaks for us.

“Thank you,” Matthias’s voice is rough, the notes causing my blood to rush south. What the fuck is he doing to me? “We’ll carry this on…outside.”

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