Olivia’s POV

Lennox’s eyes widened slightly before he lost his balance. He toppled backward with a thud, and I landed right on top of him. “Ugh,” he groaned, the air knocked out of him.

I scrambled to grab my clothes from his hand, but he was faster. Before I could get away, he flipped us, pinning me to the ground with ease. My breath hitched as his body pressed against mine, his heat seeping into my chilled skin.

“Alpha Lennox, get off!” I snapped, wriggling beneath him.

“I won’t… in fact, I want to punish you. Push me away if you can.” He smirked and leaned down, his tongue immediately finding my clit. I drew my knees together, but he forced them apart and pinned my thighs. He inhaled deeply, his eyes turning completely gray.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “I’ve been wanting this again.” Pushing one finger inside me, he continued to lap at my clit. I gripped the grass on the ground, trying to still my trembling body. My pussy clenched around him, and I bit my lip to muffle my moans. He stared at me, his eyes like the sun, daring me to push him away.

I shoved a hand through his hair, pulling him even closer. There was no pushing him away. I needed him closer, aching to feel him inside me, right here in these woods.

“Alpha Lennox,” I said between shaky breaths. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue still moving in torturous circles, and pounded two fingers deep into me.

“Someone might see us… Lennox… They will tell your brothers.”

Lennox didn’t stop. He continued to devour me—his stubble tickling my inner thighs, his hands pinning my legs to the ground, his fucking eyes taking in every inch of my body. I gazed around the woods, worried. I bit my lip to hold in my moans. “Nox,” I whispered. My legs began to tremble, and I knew I was seconds away from releasing myself onto him.

“Lennox, please stop.” I pressed my lips together. Oh, my Moon Goddess. I gulped, trying to draw my legs together. Lennox pushed them down again.

“Stop,” he ordered, “Look at me.” I gazed down at him, then looked away. He growled and snatched my chin. “Me,” he said, his voice full of dominance.

I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. “Someone might walk in,” I said in a hushed voice. There was no doubt in my mind that someone might be around. He released my chin, thrusting a finger back into my pussy and watching me squirm.

“I will finish what’s mine. No one will interrupt me.” He pressed his tongue against my clit. One hand wandered up my torso to my breast, and he grasped it in his hand, pinching my nipple between his fingers.

I parted my lips, slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, and came all over him. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed out of me, sending me higher than I had ever been. My mind was foggy, my whole body tingling. Yet, he didn’t stop massaging my clit with his tongue.

Pressure rose in my core again. I curled a hand in his hair, brows furrowing. “Lennox”—I threw my head back—“I’m going to…”

He wrapped an arm around my waist and picked me up off the ground, pinning me to a nearby tree. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he thrust his fingers into my pussy, hard, his canines grazing against my neck, poking the skin just barely.

“Yes,” I said softly into his ear. A rush of heat warmed my core. Hell, I didn’t even know what I had said, what he had done, or what he would do. All I knew was that it felt too fucking good, and I wanted more.

“Please.” Lennox pressed his lips against my ear. “I want to hear you scream, Olivia. So fucking loud that everyone in this goddamn pack hears your…” He brushed his thumb against my swollen clit. “Cum for me.”

I parted my lips, my toes curling, and moaned his name, unable to hold it back. “Fuck, baby,” he said, fingers slowing down until I had totally collapsed in his arms.

For a moment, we didn’t move; rather, we remained in each other’s arms until he gently pulled away and gazed at me with lustful desire in his eyes.

“This should be our little secret.” His words echoed like poison in my ears. Secret. Like I was something to hide. An embarrassment. A whore he wanted to keep tucked away where no one else would see. Just like always—me in the shadows, Anita in the spotlight. Them holding me close when no one was watching, only to pretend I didn’t exist when others were around.

Suddenly, all the warmth between us turned cold. A lump formed in my throat as shame washed over me like icy water. What was I doing? Why did I let him touch me? I knew better. I knew what this was. And still… I craved it like a fool.

I shoved Lennox with all the strength I could gather. He stumbled back a step, clearly caught off guard. I didn’t care.

“Don’t touch me,” I hissed, snatching my clothes from the ground and dressing in anger. My hands trembled, not from the cold this time—but from disgust. At myself. At him.

Lennox opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off before he could even form a word. “Don’t you dare say anything.” I snapped, yanking my gown down. “You make me feel like I’m worth nothing more than a dirty little secret, like I’m something to use and hide.” “Olivia—”

His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. I shook my head, swallowing the pain that was threatening to crack my voice.

“If you ever come near me again—if you ever lay another hand on me—I will go straight to your brothers and tell them exactly what you’ve been doing.” A flash of something flickered in his eyes. Anger? Regret? I didn’t care.

“This ends here,” I said coldly. “I’d rather be alone than be your dirty secret.” And with that, I turned and walked away, tears stinging my eyes, but I drew them back, not wanting them to fall.