Twenty five

JADE POV.

"Let's spin the bottle".

His golden eyes collided with mine and despite the mind game I was playing, my heart stuttered in my chest. Blinking, I dragged my gaze further down and got hooked on his lush red lips. I could still feel their pressure on my lips. It was as if he'd never stopped kissing me and I didn't know what was wrong with me but I wanted to relive that moment again. It had been vengeful, it had been forceful but I wanted to feel it. After all, I lived for the thrill.

My whole body ached but I accepted it as the consequence of riling him up. He'd been feral, the fury of his anger unrivaled, but it was also sweet, he'd killed a man for me, and he'd apologized even tho he knew what I did was for a selfish reason.

It took a real man to know that they were wrong and apologize for it, so despite the little whispers and all the words that were spoken along the corridor of how brutal he was, I considered him a worthy opponent. I would win in the end, but he had my respect.

"You feel smug, what are you thinking about?" His deep voice rumbled deep within me, and as we stared at each other, I couldn't help but feel turned on even tho he wasn't doing anything.

"Why don't you get inside my head and see for yourself. Dogs have a sixth sense don't they".

He growled a little. "I am not a dog".

It took little to rile him up, and the angry faces he made were sexy as hell. "Then why do you growl like one".

He was in my face so fast that I barely had time to flinch. "Your mouth is going to get you in trouble little Pet."

It was my turn to scowl, but I reigned it in. "Are we spinning the bottle or not".

"I get to claim a body part if it lands on me" he reminded me, his eyes hooded with lust as they trailed over my skin.

Sparks flew across my skin wherever his eyes lingered, the suppressed sexual urges making me feel hornier than before.

He sniffed the air, his eyes flicking close and I knew he could smell my arousal. It was mortifying but when I glanced down between his thighs, my mouth dried. He was hard. And was trying to hold back just like me. It felt empowering. He wanted me, possibly more than I did him.

"I know that. But I'm a very good player." And I knew that I would win. I was going to play for more freedom. If I was ever going to get away, I would need an alliance, someone who I could befriend, that would be susceptible to help me escape. Aiden could have been that person, but the little brat ran his mouth a little too much hence why he was dead.

The pack members knew the Omega was dead and with the way they hated Dearil, I expected a riot, but so far, It has been quiet. Too quiet, which only meant that there was a stronger force coming.

"Let's play then," he said after regarding me for a whole minute. We were both the same. We wanted to know what went on in each other's heads.

The bottle that would seal my fate was placed between us and we both stared at it before glancing at each other. His eyes were intense and held so much in them that it felt as if I was staring into a mirror, a mirror that reflected the pain I'd had to endure, a mirror that showed the dark side of me.

It was uncanny but there was a pull I felt between us. It got stronger each day and it scared me. I found myself wanting to obey, kneeling at his feet was also becoming easier, I didn't even get pissed off by it anymore and I wanted him, wanted him more than I could admit.

"What are you waiting for Jade. Spin the bottle".

Holding his gaze, I reached for the bottle, my hands hovering over it for a second then I spun it. We both watched it roll and I knew he could hear the sound of my heartbeat hammering against my chest as the bottle slowed down.

It was not going to land on me, I could see it already and as I glanced at Dearil, I knew he knew it too.

The bottle stopped, pointing in his direction. I'd failed despite being sure I would win the first round. Now what would he claim and why was I excited for it to happen?

"I won," he said pulling closer to me until we were nose to nose. "Now for my price" he drawled, his voice silky and sly. It made my blood burn through my veins. My skin heated up, my hands almost trembling in anticipation before I fisted them by my side.

His thumbs pressed against my bottom lip, then caressed over them, a fascinated look on his face. "I claim..." He paused, his lips hovering above mine. My heart pounded and I wanted nothing more than to close the distance between us. I wanted to kiss him, own him, posses him just as he wanted to do to me.

"This" he pointed at my neck and I swallowed hard. I'd thought it was definitely going to be my lips and that I could finally taste him again. Was I disappointed? Yes.

"Hands behind your back."

I hastened to comply, my tendency to disobey orders clearly inactive at the proximity between us.

He grabbed my chin with his thumb and forefinger, then he gently tipped my head back and I watched mesmerized as his head dipped toward my bruised neck. His warm breath hit my skin and I shuddered.

Pleasure built between my thigh and I couldn't help the gasp of pleasure that escaped my lips as his mouth closed around the slope of my neck, the heat of his kisses making my eyes slip shut in the throes of pleasure.

I fought to keep my hands where he'd told me to keep them. He was like a scorching flame, and tho he was only kissing my neck, I could feel him everywhere. My hips gyrated, seeking friction as the pleasure built from his little nibbles, hot suckle, and kisses. It was overwhelming yet not enough. I wanted more. I needed to taste him.

He pulled back, his eyes dilated with restrained pleasure and I found myself uttering words I never did.

"Kiss me..." I didn't get to repeat it twice because his taste was in my mouth in a flash as he crushed our lips together.

His lips plundered mine as a man starved and I wanted to touch him so bad that I disobeyed his order to keep my hands back.

My hands tangled in his hair and I tried to match his tempo, but it was hard to. He was fucking phenomenal.

I felt his hands grip my thighs, the shorts I wore miraculously gone. His heat engulfed my skin and sweat beaded on my skin from the pain and pleasure of his lips.

He picked me up from the floor, without breaking the kiss until we got to the bed where he unceremoniously dropped me. I was going to seat up when he came over me, his shirt and trouser discarded on the floor beside us. His eyes were hooded as he parted my thighs, then he was over me, his lips connecting with mine once more.

He let out a tight, pained growl as he started rolling his hips against me again, and again, the head of his erection coming dangerously close to the entrance of my pussy, and I let out a whimper—part fear, part anticipation. The tension built and I couldn't get enough air into my lungs.

The whole thing was getting out of control and I wasn't even freaking out that a man was holding me down.

Slowing down his movements, I felt his hand slide between our bodies, caressing my thigh as he inched closer to my inner thigh. I forgot to breathe as his hand found my clit, a strangled moan escaping my throat as he rolled the slippery, swollen bundle of nerves in a small, perfect circle.

“Damn it. You’re so wet, your scent is so phenomenal” he groaned. “You. Are. Mine. All mine. I am going to make you mine.”

I could hear the intent behind those words and I panicked. No. No. No. He hadn't claimed that yet.

Could I shove him off? The panic bubbled in my chest making it difficult to breathe. It felt like all the air was being squeezed out of my lungs, and I don't know if he feels it, but he was suddenly gone from me in a flash.

I blinked as the cool air doused my burning skin then I saw him clutching at the neck of the girl that had just entered the room and smacking her into the wall.

"How dare you trespass on my territory" he growled, his voice feral and still thick with his arousal.

There was something different about the girl. I was sure she wasn't really human, and the way her gaze cut at me, I also knew she wasn't going to hesitate in getting rid of me.

"You killed an Omega! The council has called for a meeting" she delivered ominously.

I glanced at Dearil, and the manic look in his eyes told me he didn't give two fuck about whatever or whoever the council was.

His hold tightened on her throat. "How about I double the number of my kill then"