Chapter 39: What Dream
Aurora’s POV
??I bit my lip, the playful atmosphere suddenly feeling charged with sothing else. The air in the room seed to thicken, making every breath I took feel heavy. I leaned in just a little closer, the alcohol giving
a reckless sort of courage.
??"Okay," I whispered, my heart rate picking up. "One: I used to practice ballet when I was a child. Two: I’ve never been kissed. Three: I’m secretly terrified of werewolves."
??Oliver’s eyes darkened, tracking the movent of my lips. He didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he set the bottle down and crawled an inch closer on the carpet, his large fra casting a shadow over .
??"The second one," he rasped, his voice vibrating through the floor. "That you’ve never been kissed. That’s the lie."
??"How do you know?" I challenged, my voice barely audible.
??"Because," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth again, "it would be a sin for the world to have ignored those lips for this long."
??I felt a jolt of pure electricity shoot through . The ga wasn’t playful anymore; it was becoming intense. My skin felt too tight, and the oversized shirt I wore—his shirt—suddenly felt like a brand against my body.
??"My turn again," I whispered, my voice thick with a courage that was fifty percent liquor and fifty percent madness. "One: I’ve broken soone’s heart before. Two: I hate being touched. Three: I’m afraid of losing control."
??Oliver didn’t answer imdiately. He studied , his gaze traveling from my eyes down to where my pulse was thrumming visibly in my throat. He reached out, his hand hovering just an inch from my knee. "The second one is the lie. You don’t hate being touched. You’re just afraid of who might be doing the touching."
??I didn’t confirm it, but the hitch in my breath was answer enough.
??" now," he said, his eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying intensity. "One: I’ve never been jealous. Two: I don’t forgive easily. Three: I’ve never wanted sothing I couldn’t have."
??"The first," I countered, my heart hamring. "You were jealous of your brothers. And the third... that’s a lie too. You want things you can’t have all the ti. That’s why you’re a King."
??He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a shiver straight to my core. "Smart girl."
??The ga was shifting. I could sense it.
??"Round two," I said, my voice trembling. "One: I don’t trust powerful n. Two: I’ve dread about you. Three: I don’t believe in second chances."
??Oliver froze. The hand that had been reaching for the bottle stopped mid-air. He didn’t look for the lie. Instead, he looked at
like I had just laid my soul bare. The silence stretched, long and suffocating, as he processed the second statent. He knew. He knew that even if it was the lie, the fact that I’d said it ant it was haunting .
??"I don’t care about the lie," he whispered, his eyes searching mine. "I want to know about the dream."
??He didn’t wait for
to explain. He moved closer, his hand finally making contact with my lips. His thumb traced the line of my lower lip, dragging it down slightly.
??"You shouldn’t be this close to ," he warned, though his actions contradicted his words. "Not when I’ve had this much to drink. Not when you’re wearing my clothes and slling like my skin. I’m a selfish man, Aurora. If I take a bite, I’m going to want the whole thing. I’ll ruin you for anyone else."
??Before I could even think of a retort, he moved. In one fluid, powerful motion, his hands gripped my waist, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh above my hips. He pulled
forward, lifting
easily off the carpet and dragging
onto his lap.
??I gasped, my legs falling on either side of his thick thighs. I could feel the hard arousal of him through his sweatpants, pressing right against the center of . The friction sent a white-hot spark through my entire body.
??"Now," he rasped, his hands sliding up my back, bunching the fabric of his shirt until he was touching my bare skin. "Tell
about the dream."
??"The dream was the lie," I breathed, my voice shaking as I gripped his massive shoulders.
??"Lies," he rumbled, the word vibrating against my chest. His eyes were heavily hooded, the scent of the strong liquor rolling off him in waves. He was so drunk; it was so obvious.
??"It is," I insisted, but my heart was betraying , thudding so hard he had to feel it.
??"If you lie to
one more ti, Aurora," he whispered, his face dipping toward the crook of my neck, "I will have to punish you."
??I bit my lip, a spark of defiance and heat flaring up. "And how would you do that?"
??The answer ca instantly. His hand moved from my back, and before I could blink, he delivered a sharp, stinging spank to my ass. I released a sharp gasp, my back arching as a shockwave of pleasure-pain jolted through my system.
??He smirked, a dark, drunken glint in his eyes. "Tell the truth."
??"There is... no truth to tell," I gasped out, but God, I was losing the battle. He was so incredibly hard beneath , a solid, pulsing heat that I was instinctively grinding against.
??He didn’t hesitate. Another spank, firr this ti, landed on my ass. I moaned, the sound escaping
before I could catch it, and I rolled my hips helplessly against his cock.
??He groaned, a deep, guttural sound from the back of his throat. "Say it... tell
what you dreamt."
??"Nothing," I whimpered.
??The next second, he slamd his lips into mine. It wasn’t gentle; it was dominating. He kissed
with a desperate, drunken hunger that set my blood on fire. Fuck, he kissed so well. I kissed him back, my tongue tangling with his, and for a fleeting second, a sense of terrifying familiarity washed over . This heat, this dominance... it felt like the club. It felt like him.
??In one fluid motion, he stood up, lifting
as if I weighed nothing while our mouths remained fused together. He carried
the short distance to the massive bed and dropped
onto the silk sheets. He followed
down instantly, his heavy fra pinning
into the mattress.
??He moved to my neck, his lips and teeth marking my skin, before coming back up to devour my mouth again. The alcohol in my system had turned my fear into a wild, reckless boldness. My hand slid down, finding the ridge of him through the sweatpants. I squeezed, and I didn’t care about the consequences. I didn’t care about who he was or what we were doing; I just wanted him.
??"Alpha Oliver," I breathed against his lips. "Please..."
??He leaned down, his face burying in the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin. I waited for the next kiss, for the slide of his hands, for the mont he would finally take what we both wanted.
??But the movent stopped.
??The weight of him beca heavy, limp. "Oliver?" I whispered, my heart still racing at a hundred miles an hour.
??I pushed against his broad chest, trying to see his face, only to realize his breathing had turned deep and rhythmic. The alcohol had finally won. He was out cold.
??I lay there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling, my body still humming with unspent desire and the feeling of his touch.
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