Chapter 28 Talon
Even with the sedative coursing through my veins, all I could think about was slipping into Rowan's warm cunt. I felt feral again, but it wasn’t my wolf consuming me this time. It was purely me.
Seeing her like this in front of me, spun around in Ryker’s grip, already aroused, like a tasty offering, made me ravenous to have her. I know why my wolf had been so impatient to mate her.
Ryker was devious and manipulative. Cade said he had been arousing Rowan in the hallway, but that had been an understatement.
When she entered the room, her slick’s scent enveloped me.
Even now, it filled the room, thick, sweet, and primal.
It was a fucking potion, drugging me, making it nearly impossible to think straight or control my impulses.
She stumbled in, half drunk with lust, hair disheveled and wild, and pupils blown wide. I saw her struggling to get out of Ryker’s hold as he followed her in, lightly touching her sensitive and overstimulated body, keeping her nice and ready for us.
When he suggested “Truth or Dare,” I knew where he was going. Ryker loved this game. Sometimes he would play with the sluts at The Rusty Tap. The questions and dares would start innocently enough.
Take a shot. Stand on your chair and clap. If you could travel anywhere, where would it be?
But then they would slowly become more sexual in nature, stoking desire and heightening arousal.
What’s your favorite position to get fucked in? I dare you to show me what color underwear you’re wearing. Do you prefer to be called a good girl or a slut?
Once he could tell that the beta was ready, he would end the game with a final dare.
I dare you to suck my dick in the bathroom.
He had started this game with many of his same favorite benign openers, and I followed suit. He had also coaxed Rowan away from the door, farther into the room, and she was now perched tentatively on the edge of the bed.
I leaned against the far wall, my back to the glass, giving her space, as my presence seemed to make her nervous. She eyed me cautiously when I moved, and I could hear her heartbeat quicken when I got closer. She was well aware of my shadowed nature.
Ryker sprawled out on the bed, continuing to touch her gently while she did her best to ignore him, swatting his hand away and scooting to the furthest edge of the mattress.
“Truth or Dare, Rowan,” I asked.
“You guys always pick me and never each other!”
“What fun would that be? Tally and I have been in a pack for over 10 years. We know everything there is to know about each other," Ryker chucked. He then shot me a look that told me it was time to escalate the game.
“It’s unfair! I assume neither of you ever plays by the rules, though. You’re both cheaters.”
She wasn’t wrong.
Ryker sat up from his lying position and swung his legs off the side of the bed.
He grabbed her by the waist, lifting and dropping her down between his thighs so she was snug against him as she protested.
He started kissing her neck and shoulder.
Her skin seemed to be sensitive there, because her eyes fluttered closed when he did.
She tried pushing him away, but he merely laughed.
“Talon asked you a question. Truth or Dare? Pick one, Rowan, or we're gonna pick for you. I think a dare could be interesting, don’t you think, Tally?”
“Fine! Fine, Ryker, stop. Have you ever heard of personal space? I pick truth,” Rowan said, shooting him a fiery look.
She was getting angry and frustrated, but it wasn’t for the reason she wanted us to believe.
Ryker’s proximity didn’t annoy our omega; her frustration arose from unmet desires.
She needed our hands on her and our dicks inside of her.
I could tell from the smell of her weeping cunt, which had become soaked from all of Ryker’s teasing touches.
“Cade told me he took your virginity last night,” I said, eyes darkening.
Her plump mouth popped open into a surprised little “O” at the new line of questioning.
She glanced back nervously at Ryker, who simply winked.
“I’m sure that must have hurt a bit.. Did you like it? Not just the sex, but the pain too?”
Could she take what I needed to give her?
I had tried to have vanilla sex plenty of times, but it never truly satisfied me.
Something deep inside told me Rowan was meant for me.
She was crafted to handle everything I gave her, maybe even to crave it.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were destined for each other.
Rowan debated her response, chewing on her bottom lip, twisting her hands together, and avoiding eye contact.
“Look at me when you answer so I can tell if you are lying or not.”
She picked up her head and looked me in the eye for the first time since she entered the room, responding, “No. It… stung.”
Rowan was lying.
She may have denied it, but her body told her truth. She enjoyed the pain like the dirty girl I knew she really was. Her heart raced, her pupils dilated, and a little sheen of sweat had appeared on her skin. I took a deep breath in, scenting the lie.
Fuck yes, she liked the pain. What else would she enjoy? Ryker called her Kitten, so maybe she would like to be my pet, collared and leashed, kneeling at my feet.
“Our pet is lying, gentlemen,” I announced to Ryker and Cade knowingly with a wicked gleam in my eye.
“First, I’m not anyone’s pet!” Rowan said seething. “And second, I’m not lying!” she countered, doubling down on her lie.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Kitten. You just lied, and then you lied about lying! That’s gonna be two articles of clothing,” Ryker scolded her.
She began to protest, but he cut her off.
“And before you even think about lying about lying about lying, just know that every time you bend the truth you will have to take off another article of clothing!” Ryker added, pushing her gently off the bed so she was standing between his legs facing me.
She glanced in the mirror, hoping Cade would intervene. I knew he wouldn’t.
I stayed still, leaning against the wall, not wanting to move and spook her. Her muscles were tense as she fretted about what to do. Ryker started whistling an elevator tune behind her.
“Do you need help, Pet?” I asked her when she didn’t make any progress removing her pants and sweater.
She glared at me, clearly unhappy with her new nickname, before shaking her head no, and whispering, “assholes” under her breath.
Rowan had lied twice earlier in the game, so her shoes and socks were long gone.
She started unbuttoning her jeans, slowly sliding them down her pale legs.
Her underwear was the same lace material as the ones they had been giving me during the sedative tests, although this pair was a pale purple color.
Ryker reminded her that she had lied twice, so she needed to take off two articles of clothing and that she could choose between her underwear or sweater.
She scowled and took off the sweater immediately, sliding it over her head, leaving her in nothing but those lace panties and a simple matching bra.
She stood between us in the center of the room, futilely trying to cross her arms over her body and hide it from our hungry gazes.
I catalogued all the places on her body that I wanted to leave marks.
Her skin was so pale that everything I did to it would show up starkly; every bruise, bite, cut, and brand.
Her pale ass would look lovely a few shades redder with my handprint or whip staining it.
Those full breasts would be fun to bite into, although I planned to mark her in my favorite place, on the inside of the thigh.
The skin was always so soft there, and it bled profusely.
I could almost imagine watching the deep crimson blood drip down her porcelain skin and pool on the floor.
“Ryker, it's your turn,” I reminded him without taking my eyes off of Rowan.
“Truth or dare... Hmm, who should I pick?! I know! Rowan.”
“C’mon! Seriously? Alright, Ryker, you win. Dare! Now you can’t accuse me of lying and force me to take more clothing off. How long have we been here anyway? Isn’t the test almost over?”
The intercom crackled, and Cade answered, “Thirty more minutes.”
“Still plenty of time to play! I’ve been waiting for you to pick dare, Kitten!
Let me see, let me see, okay I've got one! I dare you to let Talon touch you. He’s been so lonely here, trapped in this little room, getting poked and prodded.
All he can do to keep himself from dying of boredom is jerk off thinking about you.
He missed all the fun we’ve been having.
I dare you to let him touch you, wherever he wants. It will cheer his sour-ass up.”
The look on Rowan’s face told me she had definitely regretted choosing dare. She had limited options. Either she could refuse to complete the dare, in which case she would have to remove either her underwear or bra, leaving her completely exposed. Or she could let me touch her.
I really hoped she chose the latter.
Her tongue darted out and swiped over the lips. Her body trembled slightly, and her heart hammered inside her chest from both nerves and desire.
“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked me.
“Yes. But you can take it,” I answered honestly.
Her heartbeat quickened at my admission.
It might have scared anyone else, but something told me Rowan needed more, just like I did.
I was pulled to her in a way I’d never experienced with another woman.
It was as if I could read her mind, feel her emotions, and understand her desires without a single word.
I knew she wouldn’t run from me like the others had.
She would eagerly welcome what I offered.
Her blue eyes studied me with an intensity and heat.
“Okay. You can touch me.”