h4Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Time To y Game 2/h4

Draven’s POV

She epted the bag with a puzzled look, clearly not expecting anything. I took the chance to fork a piece of cake and pressed it to her lips before she could ask questions. Caught off guard, she parted them and epted the bite, chewing slowly while still staring at me in disbelief. I kept my eyes on her, slipped another piece into my own mouth, and nodded at the bag.

She finally reached inside, pulled out a sleek ck box, and cracked the lid open on herp. Her jaw dropped when she caught sight of what was inside: a simple, delicate ckce thong. No words, just that stunned look.

Before she could speak, I fed her another bite of cake, silencing whatever retort she had brewing. Her eyes widened even more, and this time, there was a flicker of something else: the thrill of challenge.

I leaned back, thoroughly enjoying myself, licking a bit of frosting from my fork as she pulled thece thong from the box. I was feeling smug, savoring my brazen challenge. This time she’d have to back down.

Then she did something I did not expect.

She stood. Walked to the low coffee table in front of me. Sat down. And began putting on the lingerie right in front of me.

I choked.

Was she serious? This woman was going to slip on those panties, here, now? My brain short-circuited, and ric let out a low, hungry growl in the back of my head.

She held up thece thong, examining it with a slight pout, as if not entirely satisfied.

Perched on the coffee table, she slowly pushed her dress up from her knees to her waist, her pale hands trailing upward, forcing my gaze to follow.

I swallowed hard at the sight before me.

She deliberately faced me, spread her legs, and slipped on the thong. She moved slow, sensual, utterly aware of what she was doing. She stood and slid the dress back into ce.

I waspletely undone. My fingers twitched against my thighs. My cock strained painfully against my pants, growing harder by the second.

She straightened and looked at the obvious bulge in my pants with pure mischief in her eyes, proud of what she’d just done, as if she had just won the damn game.

Not so fast.

When she pulled out the ck thigh-high stockings from the box and prepared to put them on, I raised my hand to stop her.

"Now, now, Miss Bet," I said with a teasing lilt, "you’re not going to be rude, are you? I gave you a gift. The least you can do is show me how it looks... maybe tell me if it fits the way I imagined."

She narrowed her eyes but smiled like the devil.

"Of course, Alpha," she said sweetly, though I caught the hint of anger in her tone.

She walked from the coffee table to where I sat on the couch, towering over me. Leaning forward, she pushed me back against the sofa with one hand.

She lifted her dress, everything beneath it right in front of my face. Oh, Moon Goddess.

She raised a brow and asked, "Well, Alpha... do you like the way your little gift looks on me?"

I was too entranced to speak.

She took a step back, standing before me. Using her hands to hold the dress just barely covering her hips, revealing the thong. And then, she began to turn slowly, nearly giving me a heart attack. She kept spinning, her ass almost brushing against my face.

When she paused with her back to me, she threw a sultry nce over her shoulder... and swayed her hips just enough to make my jaw clench.

"Should I try on those ckce stockings and give you another show?" she asked teasingly.

I lost control, setting the cake aside as I pulled her down onto myp. She startled, legs parting to fit perfectly against me, wrapping around my hips. Heat surged through me. I shifted beneath her, and she trembled. ric howled with satisfaction deep inside me.

"Oh, Caroline, what am I going to do with you?" I murmured, rubbing my nose against her hardened nipple pressed through the fabric, as if it was begging for my mouth. She was just as turned on as I was.

I bit her nipple gently through the dress, drawing a soft moan from her that sent a thrill straight through me. Moving beneath her again, I bit the other nipple, her moans growing, trembling in my arms. This woman was dangerous—seductive, provocative, and utterly irresistible. She made me lose control in ways no one else ever had.

Still clutching me tightly, she held on as I leaned back against the couch, never loosening my grip on her waist. Sliding my hand beneath her panties, I traced her folds and slid a finger inside. I needed to feel that she responded to me just as much as I did to her. Wet, hot, and tight. I withdrew my hand, sucking my finger slowly.

"Mmm, Caroline, you’re better than chocte cake."

Her shocked gaze locked on me as I pulled her flush against my chest, capturing her lips in a kiss fueled by pure lust. When she melted into me, I went wild—tongue wrestling with hers, biting her lower lip before plunging back into that heated kiss. I gripped her tighter, grinding beneath her. Closer and closer to the edge, and judging by her loss of control, she wasn’t far behind. ric demanded I im her, mark her as mine, but I fought for dominance.

Breathless, I broke the kiss and grabbed the cake, feeding her bite after bite while matching each with one of my own. Our eyes never left each other’s, a charged, intimate exchange that went beyond desire.

When the cake was gone, I noticed a smear of chocte on her lips and didn’t hesitate to lick it off, cleaning her swollen mouth with a lingering kiss at the corner. She was utterly surrendered, but I held back, controlling myself and ric.

Helping her to her feet, I gently tugged down her dress, stepping in close and whispering in her ear,

"Next time, I want to eat that entire chocte cake off your body."

I stepped back with a triumphant grin and headed to my desk, knowing I’d left Miss Provocative breathless and confused. But as Ryan had warned, I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of an orgasm until she begged for it, and so far, she hadn’t.

ric grumbled his frustration but understood the game we were ying.

"Miss Bet, please share our notes with Kyle and schedule a confidential meeting with just Kyle, Ryan, ra, and me. Make sure it’s clear how sensitive this is. That’s all for now."

I watched her storm out, mming the door behind her. I’d won this round, but my body protested—a massive erection pulsed beneath my clothes while ric paced restlessly. I needed to deal with this. I hadn’t felt this out of control since I was a newly shifted wolf.

Half an hourter, Ryan sat across from me.

"What the hell did you do to piss Caroline off like that? When I walked in, she was beating the filing cab to pieces. If she’d shifted, the whole office would’ve been wrecked."

I chuckled.

"She probably wanted to tear my throat out with her teeth, Ryan."

I told him everything. His jaw dropped.

"Draven, that’s insane, even for you. You were downright diabolical. But listen, as a friend—that kind of fury? No Alpha can outrun a she-wolf’s wrath when she’s properly provoked."

"I know, Ryan. That’s why I’m hiding in my office for the rest of the day, staying as far away from her as possible. Let her wolf cool down."

Ryanughed at my cowardice, especiallying from an Alpha, but I didn’t care. Even the strongest know when it’s time for a strategic retreat.