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Olivia’s POV
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
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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 like this 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 ea
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“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.
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