27 Hurting each other
Lennox’s POV
I should have walked away.
I should have left her standing there, wet hair clinging to her skin, wrapped in nothing but that damn towel that made it impossible to think straight.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t control it–the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness burning through my veins like wildfire. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way. I knew Louis was mated to her too. But the thought of her kissing him, of her enjoying it, of her getting wet for him–for him alone–drove me insane.
And now, here she was, standing before me, wrapped in nothing but a towel, staring at me with those defiant eyes, daring me to react.
“Of course, I enjoyed it, she suddenly said, her voice sharp, cutting through the thick air between us. “We can even fuck if we want. I prefer him to you, and I’d pick him over you any day.”
The words hit like a punch to the gut, but I didn’t let it show. I just stared at her, my hands pressing against the wall on either side of her.
My entire body went rigid.
She didn’t know.
She had no idea.
No idea what she had done to me. No idea what I had been through because of her.
She didn’t remember what she did years ago–the words that shattered whatever affection I had. for her. She didn’t know that those words had already ripped me apart once, and here she was, unknowingly twisting the knife deeper.
She didn’t know that was why I hated her.
game.
I forced a smirk, masking the rage threatening to consume me. If she wanted to play this gan fine. But she had no idea who she was playing with.
I leaned in, my lips barely inches from her car. “Then why, Olivia,” I whispered darkly, “why can I smell your arousal right now?”
Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it with a glare. I chuckled, low and dangerous, brushing my fingers against her bare arm just to watch her shiver.
“You can say whatever you want, I murmured, letting my lips almost graze her skin. “You can
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keep pretending. But your body? It already knows the truth.”
Her heart pounded, but she kept a hard expression. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she spat.
I smirked. “There’s only one way to find out,
And before she could argue, I cupped her cheeks and crashed my lips against hers.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.
It was a battle.
She fought me, her nails digging into my arms, lips pressing back with just as much force. But the moment my tongue slid against hers–claiming, dominating–she whimpered, and that sound sent a jolt straight through me.
I deepened the kiss, pressing my body against hers, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me. My hands roamed lower, gripping her waist, then trailing over the soft curve of her hip before sliding down.
She gasped against my lips as my fingers found her thigh, slowly inching up, teasing, daring her to stop me.
But she didn’t.
She tasted like sin and temptation, her lips parting under mine as I kissed her with a hunger I couldn’t control. She struggled to keep up with my pace, her soft whimpers fueling the fire burning inside me.
My hands slid beneath her towel, finding her bare skin–warm and inviting. I cupped her breast through the thin fabric, feeling her body shudder at my touch. A low moan escaped her lips, and fuck, that sound nearly drove me insane.
I trailed my fingers lower, brushing against her entrance. She gasped, parting her legs for me, her body already begging for more. My fingers found her slick heat, and I groaned as I teased her before pushing a finger inside.
“Fuck,” I muttered, feeling how tight she was. My cock throbbed at the thought of sinking into her. “So fucking tight, I groaned, my voice rough with need.
I knew she was untouched. No man had ever fucked her. I made sure of that.
I made sure to threaten anyone who even dared to look at her twice.
Because despite how much I hated her, I never wanted anyone else to have her.
She moaned, gripping onto me as I curled my finger, pumping it inside her. She was soaking wet, and it only made me move faster, desperate to hear more of those breathless sounds she made just for me.
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Fuck! This was heaven. I had never felt this way–not with anyone–and definitely not with Anita.
I pulled her closer, deepening our kiss, swallowing every moan, every gasp.
My lips left hers, trailing down her neck as I tugged the towel off her shoulders. My eyes darkened at the sight of her bare breasts.
“Fuck,” I muttered before taking one into my mouth, sucking hard while my other hand played with her nipple. Her moans filled the room, her body trembling beneath me.
I could feel my cock pressing against her, aching for relief, but I needed to feel her fall apart first. My finger drove into her faster, her walls tightening around me. Her cries grew louder, her hands, clutching at me as she finally came undone, her release soaking my fingers.
I slowed my movements, letting her ride out her climax before I pulled my finger out. Bringing them to my lips, I licked them clean, savoring her taste.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her wide eyes locked onto me.
A smirk tugged at my lips as I met her gaze. “It seems you want me just like I thought. I smirked and took a step away, forcing myself not to pin her against that wall and fuck the life out of her.
Olivia frowned as she glared at me. “Unfortunately, Louis did better. Learn from him, Alpha Lennox. You have a long way to go.”
My smirk vanished in an instant.
A slow, dangerous silence filled the room as her words sliced through me like a blade.
Unfortunately, Louis did better.
The air turned thick with tension. My jaw clenched, fingers curling into fists at my sides. She was taunting me, daring me to lose control.
But she had no idea–no fucking idea–the beast she was toying with.
Her chest still heaved, her body betraying every lie she tried to feed me. I could still smell her arousal–the way she had melted under my touch, the way she had begged for more even as her words spat defiance.
And yet, here she was, throwing his name in my face like it meant something.
I took a step toward her, slow and deliberate.
She held her ground.
Of course, she did.
gripped her jaw, tilting her face up to mine, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her pupils were still blown wide, her lips swollen from my kiss.
“You think that will annoy me?” I murmured, my voice deadly calm. “You think saying such a lie
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will change the way you moaned for me?”
Her breath hitched, but she masked it quickly, her glare sharpening.
“Well, you could have seen the way I moaned for him, she spat, her chin lifting defiantly.
I let out a dark chuckle. “Really?”
I stepped back, letting my eyes rake over her.
“Too bad your pussy isn’t as tight as I thought,” I said coldly. “Even Anita–who my brother and I have fucked more times than I can count–is tighter than you. Who knows? Maybe you’ve been whoring around.”
It was a lie. A vicious, calculated lie. And I knew exactly how much it would hurt,
Olivia’s face twisted in anger, her eyes darkening as she sucked in a sharp breath. For a split. second, I thought she might slap me. Hell, I wanted her to. I wanted her to fight me, to give me an excuse to pin her against that wall again and remind her exactly who she belonged to.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she scoffed.
A cold, hollow sound that sent a strange sensation twisting through my chest.
“Wow,” she mused, shaking her head. “That’s the best you’ve got?” Her lips curled into a cruel smile. “You expect me to believe you give a damn who I’ve been with?” She took a step closer, her bare skin still flushed from what we had just done. “You’re a liar, Lennox.“
I clenched my jaw.
She was right.
I didn’t give a fuck if she had been with someone else. Because she hadn’t. I had made sure of that. No man dared to touch her, not with the silent threats I had ensured followed her like a shadow. Even Louis, my brother, her mate had only kissed her–just a fucking kiss–and that alone was already, driving me mad.
But she didn’t need to know that.
She didn’t need to know how much control she had over me.
“I don’t care who you fuck, Olivia, I sneered, forcing my voice into something cold and detached. “I just hope my brothers don’t get bored of you as fast as I did.”
She flinched.
It was quick, barely noticeable, but I saw it. And fuck, that made something sharp twist in my chest. I hated hurting her. Hated it more than I could admit. But she had hurt me first.
She had destroyed me first.
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Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but she quickly snapped them shut, her expression turning unreadable. Then, she tightened the towel around herself and turned toward the bathroom door.
“Leave my room, Alpha Lennox.”
The words were quiet, almost soft. But they hit harder than any scream ever could.
And then she disappeared into the bathroom.
I stood there, feeling like the air had been knocked out of me. My wolf was howling in my head, howling at me, furious at me.
I let out a harsh breath, dragging a hand through my hair before turning on my heel and walking
out of her room.
Pain. Anger. Guilt.
And fucking desire.
It all tangled together, burning inside me as I made my way to my room. But when I pushed the door open, I froze.
Anita was kneeling on the floor: Naked. Her head bowed, her hands resting on her thighs in perfect submission.
Waiting for me.
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