CHAPTER 7: I DARE YOU 

~ALLISON

I have always wished for this day. The day I would meet my mate, my other half. But what I never expected was for him to treat me with such coldness that could quench a wildfire.

I can't believe he just reacted to our bond with furrowed brows and the next thing, his expression drastically turned cold. His reaction made my heart clench. I could barely enjoy my breakfast because the rest moment with him was extremely awkward, 

Even at that, I couldn't help but think about the feeling of nude strong body behind me, his hands fumbling my nipples and his deep baritone voice urging me to moan his name whilst nibbling my earlobe. My imagination ran wild making my folds moist as I stood under the shower letting the water glide down my skin.

Instinctively, I trailed my fingers down to my V area and faintly brushed it against my clit. I suppressed a moan and shut my eyes as a shivering tingling feeling jolted through me. 

I knew where this was heading if I continued, yet I couldn't bring myself to stop the thoughts of him pounding in and out of me.  

‘Oh gosh. It's Monday morning and I should be getting ready for classes’ 

I scolded myself, trying to push the thoughts away but were too wild. Too consuming to be stopped by a mere excuse about classes I never wanted to attend anyway.

Before I knew it my fingers were buried inside my throbbing dripping hole and the first thrust sent a jolt of thrill coursing through every fiber in my body.

“Fuck" 

I cursed under my heavy breath, imagining his erect size sliding into me. With the second thrust, I bite my lower lips, fighting back a moan.

Just two thrusts from my fingers, and I already felt close to my climax, what if it were his dick? Could I handle it?

As I drove my fingers for the third thrust, a loud knock suddenly pounded on my door, snapping my eyes open and bringing me back to reality.

Quickly rinsing off the juice smeared on my fingers, I reached out to my towel and secured it above my chest before answering the door.

Standing before me was Landon. I was quite taken aback he'd knock, I thought he owned every room in the mansion and could barge into any whenever he likes. Nevertheless, my brows automatically creased at the sight of him.

“What now?" I asked, sounding utterly irritated. 

“You look flustered, are you okay?" He asked, raising a brow.

Oh my God. Was it that obvious?

"Just go away. As you can see I'm busy” I reprimanded him, attempting to close the door but he beat me to it propping it open with his shoe and pushed it wider.

My steps automatically receded as he crossed the doorpost, his brown orbs darkening further with each step he took closer to me. Staring at him in confusion with a mix of fear, I kept my legs moving backwards until my back pressed against the wall. He trapped me with his hands on either side of me. 

“What the fuck are–”

"What the fuck were you doing?” He cut me off, his gaze boring into my eyes. 

It was as if he could see through me. 

Like, if I lied he'd know. But scratch that, ain't no way I'm going to admit the truth to him, it's embarrassing.

I wrapped my hands on my chest, holding up a defiant look as I replied. “If you've forgotten, I'd like to remind you that this is my private space and you should respect my privacy—” my words were interrupted as he suddenly moved closer making the distance between us less than an inch.

“Hey, back off," I snapped. He caught my hand as I tried pushing him back.

“How ridiculous of you to talk about privacy when you've tainted the air with your arousal” he jeered.

At this moment, I wished the ground would swallow me whole as my face flushed red in embarrassment.

I blamed my cravings for overpowering my senses, making me forget there were two male wolves present in the house and could smell my arousal with just a sniff of the air—it’s like baking a piece of cake and expecting the kids not to near it—It was that inviting, but that doesn't mean he could interrupt my moment. Besides, my arousal was supposed to attract my mate, not him!

With that thought, I glared at him and tried to wriggle my hands free from his grip. But he tightened his hold, catching my other hand and pinning it to the wall. Now, I had no choice but to watch him say what I hate to admit I was actually doing. 

“Now tell me, sister. What game are you playing on a Monday morning?” he dryly asked, his eyes intently locking into mine. 

“I'm not playing any games, get your fuckin hands away from me!” 

He leaned over to my ear but this time around, I didn't bother to reprimand his closeness. I just wanted him to say whatever he had to say and leave. 

All thanks to my lingering wild thoughts, my body shamelessly shuddered as I felt his lips slightly brushed my earlobe. 

“You can't lie your way out of what is obviously true. You're trying to seduce me, admit it!" He whispered and moved back, still holding my hands. 

"In your fuckin wet dreams.” I huffed, mild annoyance burning in my tone.

“I will never fantasize about you, runt!" he scoffed. "But that doesn't mean you should push me to my limit. And also, be mindful about how you use the F word around me because I won't hesitate to part your legs and punish you for it”.

My cheeks turned crimson but my annoyance remained evident in my tone. “I never knew you ain't just some jerk but also a crazy pervert”

“Don’t try to cover up this conversation with those silly words that can and will never get to me.” He paused, his eyes turning a darker pitch of black."The only way you can get to me is to challenge me like you always do”.

“I dare you, Allison. Say the F word one more time"