Her jaw dropped so hard I thought it might hit the floor. “You, you’re joking.”
I smiled sweetly. “No, I’m not. And if you keep standing here blocking me, I’m going to start describing it in detail, and I really don’t think you want that image stuck in your head. So, Bella, move.”
Bella finally threw her hands up in the air, her face twisted in that mix of annoyance and surrender that she always used when she decided she was done arguing with me.
“Whatever, bitch. Suit yourself,” she snapped, turning on her heel and walking away like she was washing her hands of the whole situation.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain something. With her gone, I let my gaze sweep over the crowd, casually scanning for Jason, partly to see if he’d recovered from the little Alpha-induced scare and partly because… well, maybe I wasn’t completely done teasing myself with that disaster of a distraction.
And then I saw him.
My stomach dropped, my jaw clenched, and my fingers curled into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms.
You won’t believe what I fucking saw, another woman, kneeling right there in the open, sucking his dick like it was the most normal thing in the world. In public. In front of people. This fucking bastard.
His eyes met mine like he’d been waiting for me to catch him. He smirked, slow and cocky, and then, as if to twist the knife, he blew me a kiss before throwing his head back with a groan, clearly enjoying every filthy second of her mouth on him.
What. A. Jerk.
I wanted to scream. No, I wanted to march over there, grab him by the hair, and dig my claws in his dick.
My mouth was already halfway open, the sound building in my throat, but instead I just clenched my teeth so hard it almost hurt and spun on my heel. Arghhh. Fuck it.
I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I’d just go to my room, bury my head in a pillow, and try to forget the fact that men were complete trash.
But on my way to my room, I passed Connor’s door. It was cracked open, just enough for a sliver of light to spill into the hallway. Was I curious? Yes. Was it smart to look? Probably not. Did that stop me? Absolutely not.
I slowed my steps, my hand brushing the wall as I leaned just a little closer, tilting my head to peek inside.
And that’s when I saw something that made my breath catch in my throat.
Wait… hold up. Is that a…
**Lilly**
“wait-hold up. Is that a condom?”
I stopped dead in the doorway, my fingers curling tighter around the frame as my eyes locked on the bed.
The sheets were crisp and perfectly tucked, the pillows propped neatly except for that one little thing in the dead center.
A shiny silver foil packet, glinting under the warm light like it had been placed there on purpose.
My heartbeat picked up instantly, and my mind started running its own filthy commentary before I could even stop it.
Oh my God, is that what I think it is? Why the hell would he just leave it there like that? Was it for someone tonight? Was it for me? No, it couldn’t be for me. Could it? Holy shit, what if it was for me?
What if he’d put it there thinking about me, thinking about exactly what he’d do if I ended up in here?
What if he imagined me on that bed, in the exact spot it’s lying right now, looking up at him while he..God, stop it, Lily, you’re literally making yourself wet just thinking about it.
Lily. Stop it. Stop it right now. That was what I told myself, but of course I did not listen. I never listen when it comes to him.
My mind was a storm of bad decisions, my hormones were burning through me, and now even my wolf was slipping in like a shadow, her voice curling around my thoughts like smoke.
(Pick it up.) Her tone was low, slow, and dripping with temptation, the kind of voice that always dragged me toward trouble.
“No,” I argued instantly, even though my eyes had not moved from that shiny silver foil packet lying in the center of Connor’s bed. “If I pick it up, I will start imagining things, and then I will get turned and then he will walk in and see me, and then…” on,
Then you will what? Let him use it on you?) Her voice was wickedly amused.
“You are supposed to be the one stopping me from doing reckless things,” I hissed in my mind, my pulse pounding against my skin.
Sweetheart, I am a wolf. I was not built for morals. I was built for instincts. And my instincts are telling me that you have been watching him for days. You have been smelling him, memorizing every move he makes, wondering what it would feel like to have him shove you onto that bed and make you his.)
Heat shot through me so fast I squeezed my thighs together just to ground myself. “I am not picking it up. That would be insane. It is a condom. It is Connor’s bed. It is wrong.”
(It is not wrong if he left it there for you.)
My breath caught in my throat. My gaze locked back on the packet, my chest rising faster. “You think… you really think he put it there for me?”
(I know he did. And you know it too. You just do not want to admit it because the second you will not stop at picking it up, you will rip it open yourself and beg him to use it.)
I gripped my dress so hard my knuckles ached. My face was hot, my skin buzzing with electricity, and the image hit me hard.
I could see him standing over the bed, his eyes dark and unreadable, tossing that condom down between us like a dare, knowing I would break first.
“I hate you,” I told her, but my voice trembled, and she laughed in my head, slow and satisfied.
(No, you do not. You want him. You want him more than you want your next breath. Go on, touch it. Feel the heat of the foil. Imagine him tearing it open with his teeth and sliding it down over himself, slow enough to make you whimper, and then…”)
“Stop,” I snapped, but my breathing was already faster, my thighs pressing tighter together, my mind spinning through every filthy scenario she was feeding me.
My breathing quickened, my thighs pressed together tighter, and I could feel my pulse pounding all the way between my legs.
(You do not want me to stop, Lily. You want me to keep going until you are dripping for him.)
I bit down on my lip, shaking my head, but it was useless, Every word she spoke painted another vivid, filthy picture in my mind.
(Imagine him walking in right now, seeing you standing here with that condom in your hand. Imagine his eyes locking on you, that low growl rumbling out of his chest as he steps closer).
(You would back up until your legs hit the bed, wouldn’t you? And then he would lean over you, take it from your fingers, tear it open, and slide it on while you watch him. You would not be able to look away. You would not even breathe until you felt him shove into you.)
My whole body shivered, and I gripped the doorframe harder, my nails digging into the wood. “You are going to get me killed,” I whispered, but my voice was shaky, needy.
(Killed? No. Fucked until you cannot walk? Absolutely. You think you can keep pretending you do not want him, but I can smell it. I can feel it in you. And do you know what else? So can he.)
My breath hitched, my cheeks burning hotter. “Shut up.”
(He wants you, Lily. He has wanted you since the first day. You could drop to your knees right now, right here, and he would let you. And you would love every second of it. You would moan his name so loud the whole damn yacht would hear you.)
“God, stop,” I groaned, but my hand had already twitched toward the bed, my fingertips aching to feel the foil, to test the heat of it, to prove to myself whether she was right.
(Go on, touch it. You know you will not be able to resist for long. And when you do, you will finally know what it feels like to be owned.)
My thighs squeezed tighter, my head was spinning, and I felt like I was seconds away from actually doing it until the sound of water stopped in the bathroom.
My wolf went silent instantly, but her smugness wrapped around me like heat.
Without thinking, I moved, pressing myself against the wall just as the bathroom door creaked open.
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