My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard. My eyes met Alpha Lennox's, and he held my gaze. We waited to see who would refuse the dare and drink, but neither of us moved. Neither of us was going to back down.
"You can refuse and drink," Callum reminded, though his tone suggested he doubted either of us would.
Lennox and I didn't move. In fact, we were challenging each other with our eyes, daring each other to back out and drink. But that person wouldn't be me.
The room felt like it was holding its breath, the weight of the dare pressing down on everyone. Lennox's eyes never left mine, and I could feel the heat rising between us like a wildfire.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, trying to appear unbothered even though my pulse hammered wildly. His gaze darkened, his jaw clenching as if he was daring me to make the first move.
"I don't mind an audience," I said, my voice smooth but teasing.
A few chuckles rippled around the table, but Lennox didn't laugh. His eyes burned into me with something more primal—something possessive and hungry.
Callum smirked. "I one," he muttered, swirling the drink in his hand.
I stood up from my chair slowly, letting the air hum with anticipation. Lennox's eyes followed my every movement, his tongue brushing across his lower lip.
The moment stretched, and I knew he was waiting—waiting to see if I'd call the dare or back down. But I wouldn't. I'd gone too far to stop now.
I walked around the table, each step slow and deliberate, until I was standing right in front of him. His legs were spread lazily, but there was nothing casual about the way he looked up at me, his green eyes blazing with desire and challenge.
I leaned down, letting my lips hover just above his ear. "This stays between us. Gabriel must not know."
Lennox's frown deepened for just a second, but his smirk returned. His hand found the small of my back, pulling me between his legs, so I was forced to straddle his lap.
The room faded away, and at that moment, it was just us. His hands trailed up my sides, his grip firm enough to remind me exactly who was in control. I let my lips brush his jaw, faintly teasing him as his breath grew heavier.
"Careful," he murmured, his voice thick with warning. "If you have a taste of me, you might just fall in love with me."
I smiled against his skin, my hand sliding into his hair, tugging lightly. "Let me have a taste and see about that."
Lennox's grip on my ass tightened, his eyes flashing with barely restrained hunger. But instead of kissing me, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze flicking up to meet mine.
"Later," he promised, his voice low and filled with desire. "When it's just us." He reached for the drink in front of him and downed it in one go.
A shiver ran down my spine as I stood, my knees weak.
Callum raised his glass in amusement. "Well, that's one way to end the night."
"Good night, everyone," he said and stood up. Just then, maids walked into the room, showing the way to each guest.
Alpha Callum turned to me while the lady with the blonde hair clung to him, desperately wanting him to fuck her.
"Sleep tight, Lady Olivia. We will talk tomorrow morning," he said. I nodded and began following the maid who would show us our room.
As we walked, I noticed Alpha Lennox seemed distracted. I realized he was probably making a mind-link to his security team, perhaps briefing them about the situation or perhaps talking to his brothers.
The maid led us through a hallway, eventually stopping at a door. She pushed it open and bowed. I stepped into the dimly lit room, and Alpha Lennox followed, shutting the door behind him.
Just as I was about to move toward the bed, Lennox's hands were suddenly on my hips.
In one swift motion, he spun me around and pressed me against the wall beside the door, his body caging mine. His face was inches from mine, eyes dark and heavy with desire that made my knees weak.
I gasped softly, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, though the breathlessness in my voice betrayed me.
Lennox's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Finishing what you started."
His hands slid slowly up my waist, pinning me in place. The rough texture of the wall behind me was cold, but Lennox's body radiated heat, making the space between us feel electric.
"You knew exactly what you were doing tonight," he murmured, his mouth hovering just above mine. His breath fanned across my lips, teasing but not touching. "Flirting. Pushing. Testing me."
I swallowed hard, my hands instinctively moving to his chest, but he caught my wrists, pinning them gently above my head.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice low and rough, his eyes burning into mine.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. The intensity in his gaze left me breathless.
Lennox's eyes flicked to my lips, his grip tightening slightly. "Say the word, Olivia. Tell me you want me as much as I want you."
I frowned. "I'm a married woman…" My words were shoved back into my mouth when Lennox crashed his lips against mine, his kiss hard and demanding, leaving no room for hesitation. His hands slid down my body, gripping my ass with a possessive intensity as he pressed me tighter against the wall. I gasped into his mouth, my fingers curling into his shirt as the world tilted around us.
I melted into him—into the heat of his touch, the taste of him, the way his body fit against mine like it had always belonged there. Every thought, every line I wasn't supposed to cross, dissolved under the weight of his kiss.
By the time he pulled back, both of us were breathing heavily, our foreheads resting together, the air between us charged with desire.
"Now no one is here," he said, his voice low and husky. "Don't you think you should fulfill your dare?"