CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66 PLAYING BLIND

Caroline’s POV

I watched Eleanor and Nathan getting ready to leave, already moving to follow them when Draven’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. Everyone was laughing and saying their goodbyes around us.

"And where do you think you’re going, Caroline Bennett?" His voice was low as he pulled me against him. "Eleanor’s going home with Nathan?"

"Yes, and I’m going with her," I said firmly, though Rory was purring at his touch.

"No, you’re not." His grip on my waist tightened. "You promised me fun tonight, sweetie. The night’s not over, and we’re finishing it at my place."

Before I could argue, he pulled me into a kiss that made my knees weak.

"Draven, I’m not going home with you!" I pushed against his chest, playing hard to get even as desire pooled in my belly.

"Who said anything about going home?" He smirked, guiding me to his car. After settling me in the passenger seat, he leaned over to buckle my seatbelt,stealing another kiss. "We’re making up for lost time. Tomorrow you can go back to being mad at me."

Well, my Alpha... tonight I’ll teach you what it means to truly ache with need.

From the passenger seat, I watched as Draven drove, his eyes occasionally drifting to me. "This little dress is scandalous, Carrie," he murmured."But I have to admit you look delicious in it. Red is definitely your color."

I smiled, pulling out a red lace ribbon from my purse that I’d meant for my hair. "Red is definitely my color. Want to see more?"

I could smell his scent getting stronger,that mix of cedar and musk that drove me crazy. My body reacted instantly, getting wet just from his smell. Part of me wanted to stay in control, but another part just wanted to give in completely.

When we pulled into his dark underground garage and the door closed behind us, I made my choice. If he wanted me this bad, he’d get me,but we’d play by my rules. Sometimes the best way to hunt is to act like prey.

"So," I said, clicking off my seatbelt as the engine went quiet. "Ready to have some fun, Alpha?"

His violet eyes got darker. "What are you thinking, little wolf?"

I pulled out the red lace ribbon. "Want to play a game?" I wrapped it around my finger, teasing. "You think you know what I want... prove it."

Draven’s eyes lit up before he gave me that dangerous smile."You know I love a challenge, Caroline," he said, his voice rough with desire.

I didn’t wait for him to move first. Still in the passenger seat, I slowly pulled down my dress zipper, showing off my red lace underwear. His eyes followed every move, his breathing getting heavier.

"You know," I purred, letting my dress fall, "for such a powerful Alpha, you’re showing remarkable restraint."

I tied the red lace over my eyes, plunging myself into darkness. The thrill was instant, every other sense suddenly sharper, more alive.

"Make me want to take this blindfold off... and I’ll give you anything you want."

I heard his breath catch, felt the heat of his body as he moved closer.

"Tell me what you want, Caroline," he growled, right in front of me now.

"I want you to earn me," I whispered, my hands finding his hard chest. "Make me forget why I ever tried to resist this."

Draven’s hands moved to my breasts, cupping them through the lace of my bra before pulling the fabric down to expose my nipples to the cool air. When his mouth closed around one sensitive peak, I gasped, my back arching into him. He sucked gently, then harder, making me moan as pleasure shot through my body.

"You’re so responsive," he murmured.

His fingers were rough against my skin, calloused from years of Alpha training and pack leadership.His hands moved up my thighs, spreading them wide until he found my panties. I gasped, pressing back into the seat, completely losing control. My body surrendered to him instantly.

Draven’s fingers teased me through the thin fabric, stroking my pussy until I was shaking.

"Fuck, baby, you’re so hot, and these panties are drenched," he pushed his hand into my underwear, torturing me with those perfect touches, his fingers sliding through my wet folds, working my clit.

Each stroke made me wetter, more desperate for him.

When he pushed it inside me, those rough spots dragged against my walls. It should have hurt, but somehow the pain mixed with a strange pleasure. He curled that finger slightly, pressing against a spot inside that made my legs weak.

The blindfold made everything more intense. Without sight, I focused on the sensation of his hands inside me, the sound of his heavy breathing, the intoxicating scent of cedarwood and musk that was uniquely him.

I couldn’t take it, grabbing his arm and crying out "Daddy" with tears in my voice. His breathing stopped dead.

"My love, you’re torturing me. But I won’t let you off easy either."

He pulled his finger out and pressed it against my lips, wet and smelling of sex. The emptiness between my legs felt like punishment...

I opened my mouth and took his finger in.

Salty with a musky taste, my own wetness wasn’t bad, which made me feel relieved as desire flooded through me again. I ran my tongue over his fingers and knuckles, feeling the rough spots on his skin. When he pressed his face between my breasts, I took his finger into my mouth, sucking gently. He groaned deep in his throat, his finger curling against my tongue in a way that made me moan.

"Caroline, how do you taste yourself, baby? Good?" His voice was thick with desire.

When I lifted my chin, his strong hands gripped me tight. He leaned in close, breathing hot against my skin, watching how I responded to each touch. His rough palms explored my body possessively. I felt like his most precious possession, being handled and worshipped by those demanding hands.My whole body was burning up, except for my nipples that felt cold where he’d sucked them. My pussy was dripping wet after being empty so long.

I rubbed my leg against him, getting his stiff suit wet where it pressed against his muscular thigh.

"I don’t know about the taste, Alpha Draven. Want to find out yourself?"

"Oh, maybe you should call me daddy again, my little slutty girl."

Draven let go to spread my knees apart. I lay on the backseat with my legs wide open, my red dress a mess, my pussy wet and pulsing. Even without seeing it, I knew how erotic I looked, but he just stayed still, his hot hands burning against my inner thighs.

His stare felt so intense, like a physical touch that made my skin itch with need. His hands held my legs apart, not letting me close them. I bit my lip desperately and reached for his shoulders with my legs. When my knees hooked over his shoulders, I pulled gently. It didn’t take much force before he fell forward onto me.

I knew he was teasing when he suddenly took my clit in his mouth. He sucked it gently, just like he’d done with my nipples, but the pleasure was a hundred times more intense. So this is what getting eaten out feels like, too good to even make a sound. Before I could even moan, my hips were shaking with orgasm. I felt myself gush, almost like peeing, each involuntary contraction squirting out more wetness.

His large hands lifted my ass as his lips covered me, gently licking up every drop. I cried out, pulling his hair hard, my fingers tingling with pleasure. My sweet Draven, I came all over his face.

"Mmm, Caroline... you’re the most delicious thing in the world! You have no idea how much I’ve missed your taste."

I imagined my juices dripping down his chin, maybe even wetting his suit collar. I wanted to take off the blindfold to see how he looked, but knew that would mean losing this game. Instead, I spread my legs wider, arching up shamelessly, begging him to fuck me with his tongue, "I’m so empty... please lick inside..."

Draven seemed excited by how slutty I was being. Instead of licking me like I begged, he spanked my pussy. Just like punishing a naughty child, stinging but not really painful. But my just-orgasmed pussy was so sensitive, I never knew a simple slap could feel so good. I screamed, legs going rigid. After a pause, he bent down to lick up my fresh wetness.

Getting tongue-fucked felt amazing. It was soft but firm, combined with intimate kisses and licks. The pleasure built slowly, different from cold toys. Draven serviced me thoroughly, his tongue moving from my clit to my lips before pushing inside with steady thrusts. I held my knees up to give him better access, babbling dirty talk, "Love it... take it all... fuck me harder... Daddy..."

"Daddy" seemed to trigger something. He paused, then rubbed my clit hard and fast while still tongue-fucking me.The double stimulation made tears flow.I sobbed, begging him to slow down, but he just held me tighter and kept eating me out. I couldn’t push him away or struggle, felt like I was melting under his mouth.

After my second orgasm, Draven finally kissed me. His lips were cool, tasting of my sweetness, trembling slightly as he pressed his palm against mine before slowly interlocking our fingers.

"Caroline, I love you. I love you so much," he whispered, holding me tight.