Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 51

Leander’s pov

I dropped my head down on her shoulder and breathed a huge sigh of relief when my fingertips came into contact with lacy panties.

Hycinth let out peals of laughter.

I lifted and shook my head. I could finally crack a smile again. Nestling into her neck again, I promised huskily, “Well played, little mouse. But you’re going to pay for f*****g with me.”

Without even a second of hesitation, she replied cheekily, “I thought you wanted me to f**k with you.”

More laughter filled the air with the rest of our group could easily hear our conversation.

“Oh, I do, little mouse. I do,” my voice dropped an octave as I pushed the dress away from her shoulders. She pulled her arms out, and I slid the dress over her h**s until it pooled at her feet. Without taking off her high-heeled shoes, she daintily took a step back out of the garment, her back now pressed against my chest, and proceeded to bend over…at the fricking waist nonetheless…pushing her barely clad a*s right into my crotch as she gathered the dress, and straightened again, brushing off any dust from the garment.

I g*****d and had to adjust myself in my pants.

“F*****g hell, Leander,” Asher muttered. “You’ve got your hands full.”

I was well aware. But if this was how she wanted to play, let’s play.

There was almost a collective gasp from the crowd as I stepped away, no longer blocking their field of vision. I knew what they were looking at. Standing completely confident in just her bra and matching little scrap of panties, she had a rock hard body that made the five shewolves in the corner turn a sickly green with envy. Their giggles were completely gone in the face of their true competition. And none of them even came close.

The shewolves weren’t the only ones to take notice. The unmated males were salivating and twitching, while the mated wolves were eyeing her vast tattoos with deserved respect. They understood what kind of pain she had to endure for that amount of ink.

I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out, getting a firm grip on my desire to take bites out of every wolf indulging in the visual decadence of her body.

It took no time at all for Asher and Ever to undress their mates down to their underwear as well. Willow was dressed in a camisole versus a bra, so a little more covered than the other two, but not much.

Once we were all back in place, Brian cleared his throat. “Well…that was um, interesting. Okay, let’s keep going. The score is still four to one, females in the lead. Gwen…your turn.”

She promptly deposited the ball right into a cup. Ever pulled out the card underneath and read it out loud, “Get a one-minute facial massage…with your mate’s bare feet.”

“Done!” Ever grinned. “Bring it on, ladies.”

Ever, Asher and I moved to sit on a nearby couch. Brian slid a long ottoman right in front of us. He locked the wheels, so it wouldn’t roll. The girls positioned themselves on the ottoman and balanced themselves with their hands behind them. Hycinth kicked off her heels.

“Begin!” Brian flipped a sand timer.

Hycinth raised her bare feet to my face. She giggled as she pressed her little toes against my cheeks. I didn’t mind at all…from this position, I had a bird’s eye view right between her legs.

“Little bit to the left, honey,” Asher’s voice came out muffled like he had a cold.

I turned my head to replace Willow squeezing his nose with her toes. I chuckled. At least Hycinth was keeping her ministrations to my cheeks and forehead.

“Hey!” Gwen squealed from the other end of the couch. “Stop biting!”

“There’s nothing in the rules against biting,” Ever snorted.

She smacked him in the face with her toes.

“Ow!” he grunted. “You’re supposed to massage, not hit.”

“There’s nothing in the rules against hitting,” she replied tartly. “Besides, I call that deep tissue massage.”

“I show you deep tissue massage later,” he growled.

Her giggling turned breathy, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal filled the air.

Ever grabbed his hardening d**k with a g***n, “F**k, woman, you can’t do that!”

“Rubbing one out isn’t going to solve your problem,” Asher snorted, sounding like he was underwater. Damn, Willow was relentless with his nose.

Hycinth’s chest rose and fell with laughter as she watched and listened to their banter, barely paying attention to what she was trying to do with her feet. I loved to see her have a good time. I held her ankles steady in the air and kissed her toes lightly.

Brian called out, “Time!”

Hycinth slipped her heels back on. I slid my hands down the outside of her h**s to her knees as she stood up. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared down at me. She quivered for a moment and then inhaled deeply, letting the breath out slowly, before sliding out from between my legs. I smirked. Maybe, having her half naked wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

When we all made our way back to the table, it was my turn again. I aimed for one of the cups without a dare and was pleased when the ball dropped in. Hycinth’s eyes narrowed. She accused, “You did that on purpose.”

I grinned. “Yep…drink up, love.”

She downed the drink without even blinking. And then returned the favor, sinking the ball into the cup we’d already completed the dare. I picked it up and tilted it in her direction before guzzling it down. Asher also successfully hit an open cup, forcing Willow to drink again. Willow licked the remaining beer from her lips and tossed the ping-pong ball in our direction. It easily dropped into a cup with a dare. The girls broke out into a small cheer, giving each other high-fives, which looked rather funny in their underwear.

Asher pulled out the card and read it, “Take a shot…opponent choice.”

Ever grinned, “F**k, yes!”

Brian looked toward the other end of the table. “Okay, ladies. What’ll it be?”

They put their heads together and whispered animatedly, but it was hard to catch any of their words over the general noise of the club. After a moment, they popped apart, and Willow purred devilishly, “Hot sauce.”

Ever’s eyes went wide. “Ba -by,” he whined. “We were nice when we chose your shot.”

She snorted and raised an eyebrow, calling him on his shit, “Uh huh. You selected Patrón out of the goodness of your heart.”

Asher and I both laughed. We were up for the challenge but Ever hated spicy foods. And Gwen knew it. Damn, they were playing hardcore.

Abruptly, Brian appeared with a small tray containing three shot glasses with red liquid inside. Asher grabbed one, and I selected another.