Olivia’s POV

“Now no one is here. Don’t you think you should fulfill your dare?” Lennox challenged, his green eyes filled with lust and hunger. I could tell he was intoxicated by the whiskey, but I also saw the desire for me in his eyes; he was fighting to maintain control.

“Why are you silent? Are you chickening out?” he taunted, an annoying smirk on his face. My frown deepened. “I’m a woman.”

Lennox scoffed. “Of course you are. But you didn’t remember that when you let me kiss you, did you?” he sneered. I frowned, folding my arms and glaring at him.

But Lennox wasn’t finished. “Either you complete your dare and no one hears a word about this… or I call Gabriel and tell him his precious wife let me kiss her—and liked it.” He smirked.

I frowned deeper, scoffing inwardly. Was he really threatening me? For a second, I considered telling him to fuck off. Let him call Gabriel. However, that would look suspicious. I was supposed to be scared of his threat, and if I didn’t play along, Lennox might suspect.

“So?” Lennox drawled, holding up his phone like a weapon. “Are you in… or not?”

My wolf purred with desire, while Lennox’s gaze bore into mine, daring me to back down. But I didn’t. Instead, I slid my hands down his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath my fingertips. He watched my every move, his chest rising and falling as if he were trying to control a brewing storm.

“You’re a bastard!” I muttered, letting my hands linger just above his waistband.

Lennox smirked, his green eyes darkening. “I know; the question is, are you chickening out?”

The challenge in his voice sparked something in me, a need to push back, to prove I could match his intensity. Slowly, I sank to my knees before him, my heart racing.

His breath hitched, and I noticed his hands clench into fists, as though he were trying to maintain control. But I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. My fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness, savoring the way his gaze never left mine. The tension between us was electric; I could feel the heat radiating off his body as I tugged the leather free and set it aside.

I leaned forward, letting my lips graze his stomach, just above his waistband. Lennox’s sharp intake of breath sent a rush of satisfaction through me. I pulled the button of his pants free and slid the zipper down, my fingers brushing against his hardened dick through his white underwear. His arousal made my pussy clench, making me wetter, radiating heat inside me that I couldn’t control. Why must he be so breathtaking?

“We miss this,” my wolf purred in my head, but I pushed down my desires. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I murmured, letting my lips hover just above his dick as I slid his pants and boxers down enough to free him.

Lennox growled softly, his hand threading through my hair, holding me in place. “Olivia,” he warned, his voice thick with desire and frustration.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I wrapped my hand around his dick, marveling at the heat and hardness under my touch. His grip on my hair tightened slightly, and I glanced up to see his eyes half-lidded, his jaw clenched as he fought to keep control. I leaned in, letting my lips brush the tip of his dick before flicking my tongue across it. Lennox cursed under his breath, his hips jerking slightly as he struggled to stay still.

A thrill of power surged through me as I took his dick into my mouth, moving slowly at first, teasing him with light touches and gentle suction. His groan filled the room, and his other hand joined the first in my hair, holding it gently. The salty taste of him lingered on my tongue as I took him deeper, my lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm. Lennox’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair tightening as his control began to slip.

“Olivia, this is good,” he rasped, his voice strained. “I miss this.”

I pulled back slightly, letting my tongue swirl around his dick before meeting his gaze. “Then Anita is failing in her duties,” I whispered before taking his cock into my mouth, moving faster this time.

Lennox’s groan deepened, and his hips began to move in sync with me, his restraint unraveling with every passing second. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could, and his response was a low, guttural sound that sent a rush of heat through me. My hands gripped his thighs for balance as I sucked him, the slick sounds and his groans filling the room.

His fingers tightened in my hair, and I could feel him trembling beneath my touch, teetering on the edge of release. “Olivia—” His voice broke, and I knew he was close. I didn’t let go, my movements becoming more deliberate as I focused on making him release. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he finally gave in.

With a low growl, he spilled into my mouth, his grip on my hair almost painful as he rode out his climax. I swallowed, my eyes never leaving his as I let him fall apart in my hands.

When it was over, Lennox leaned heavily against the wall, his chest heaving as he looked down at me with awe and hunger. His hands slid from my hair to cup my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice rough but filled with desire that made my heart skip a beat.

I smirked, rising to my feet and brushing myself off. “Maybe. But at least I’ll make it memorable.”

Lennox pulled me against him, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was just as demanding as the first. This time, he kissed me hungrily, his lips demanding and insistent as they claimed mine. His hands roamed over my body, gripping my hips and pulling me closer until there was no space between us. The heat of him surrounded me, his breath mingling with mine as the kiss deepened.

His hand slid up my gown, the fabric bunching around his fingers as he reached my thighs. My heart pounded in my chest, and my body burned with a need I couldn’t deny. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending shivers racing down my spine.

“Lennox, I’m married,” I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling with both desire and hesitation.

He didn’t stop, his hand moving higher, closer to the place where I ached for him most. I could feel the hunger in his touch, the restraint he was desperately clinging to slipping away with every second. His other hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin as if to steady me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes locked on mine, filled with lust and something deeper, something that made my chest tighten. Love?

My wolf purred in approval, urging me to let go, to surrender to him completely. I gasped as his fingers grazed the edge of my panties, the anticipation almost too much to bear. My knees felt weak, and I clung to him for support, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Fuck! I was turned on, and no matter how hard I wanted to pull away, I couldn’t; my body was acting on its own.

“Lennox, please,” I breathed, unsure if I was begging him to continue or to stop.

His gaze darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might lose control entirely. But then, just as I thought he would push me onto the bed and devour me, he froze. His hand stilled, his breathing ragged as he pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against mine.

I blinked up at him, confusion and frustration burning inside me. Damn! I was so desperate that for a moment, I forgot I was angry at this man. He cupped my face in both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears I hadn’t realized were forming.

“I once loved my wife,” he whispered, gently caressing my cheek. I knew he was referring to me. “She was once my world,” he added, and I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

I hated how exposed I felt at that moment. But there was no denying the truth in his words—or the way my heart ached for him despite everything.

“Then why did you stop loving her? Did she do something evil?” I asked desperately, my voice shaky, but he silenced me with a gentle kiss, one that was filled with all the things he couldn’t put into words.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, his hands still cradling my face. “Get some rest, love,” he whispered.

I frowned, desperately anxious about what I did to them… to him.

“Did she cheat on you and your brothers?” I asked, even though that was never the reason.

Lennox scoffed bitterly. “I wished she did…” He paused and shook his head. “No, she didn’t.”

I frowned. For a moment, I wanted to snap at him, to break my act of memory loss and demand he tell me what I did, but I held myself back.

“Tell me, Alpha Lennox—what could she have done to earn so much hate from all of you? I heard the rumors… that you all despised her?” I asked desperately, not caring if Lennox noticed the cracks in my act.

He sighed and simply said, “When we get back home… I’ll show you.”

And just like that, he stepped back, leaving me drowning in a storm of questions and a pain I couldn’t name.