11 a game

This man is in a league of his own. No alpha could ever compare, at least in my eyes.

Watching the intensity of his gaze, so possessive and filled with desire, is the biggest thrill I've ever experienced. It should be terrifying, but after years of feeling invisible under Jackson's indifference, being openly admired like this is intoxicating.

It's like he sees right through me, and yet, I don't feel exposed or vulnerable. Instead, I feel seen, truly seen, for the first time in so long.

I can't help but lean into his touch, his arms around me like a protective shield. His scent, a mix of cologne and something uniquely his own, envelops me, and I find myself drawn even closer.

The arms around my waist are practically scalding hot, sending shivers down my spine. I resist the urge to curl up into him and let him do all the wicked things he's clearly planning up in those brown eyes of his.

The tension between us is off the charts, palpable in the air as I squirm under his gaze in the soft light of the club. He leans in to kiss me, and I cover his mouth to stop him, surprising both of us.

"Don't look so surprised," I say, stifling a laugh, my heart pounding in my chest.

Feeling a surge of boldness, I decide to take charge.

"Why don't we play a game?" I suggest, attempting to get off his lap, but he holds me in place with a firm grip on my waist, silently telling me no. I can feel my resolve weakening, but I know I need to stay strong. Don't give in, Ivan.

He looks at me with curiosity and interest, and finally, he releases me. I stand on shaky feet, feeling the desire coursing through me like a live wire. It's a sensation I've never experienced before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

He stands too, and I'm stunned at just how tall he is. Even in my towering platform heels that add a good few inches to my height, he still towers over me. His eyes, now illuminated in the light, are a deep, dark brown that almost looks black. It's illegal to be this handsome, I swear.

"You mentioned a game," he says, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. The sensation of being enveloped by his warmth and strength is overwhelming, and I feel like a delicate flower in his arms.

Back when I was with Jackson, I never understood the appeal of a taller partner. I used to think it was superficial, but now I get it. I feel small and delicate next to him, and it's both thrilling and exciting. I'm sorry everyone I judged with a preference for height in their partner.

He raises an eyebrow at me, a hint of a dimple appearing on his cheek, and my heart skips a beat. It's like a figurative arrow straight to my heart, and I find myself completely captivated by him.

"I have an idea," I say, my voice low and suggestive as I sneakily move my hand up his chest, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt. I tug on the loose tie, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I successfully loosen it.

"It's called find the missing prince," I continue, my gaze locking with his as I hold up the tie triumphantly.

"Intriguing," he responds, his arm still wrapped around my waist as he leans in closer. His touch sends shivers down my spine, his fingers tracing tiny circles on my skin.

"What's in it for me?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

I can feel the heat between us, the tension thick in the air. I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "I don't know, maybe a kiss... maybe more." I leave the implication to hang in there and I see the interest and desire multiply in his eyes.

I pull back slightly, my eyes dancing with mischief as I look down his body, my hand trailing down his chest and stopping at his stomach.

"You should deal with that." I say suggestively and release myself from his clutches and escape the club, like I've got something chasing me on my heels. I giggle a little, excited.

*

I stand there dumbfounded, watching as the enticing figure of the omega escapes into the crowd. With a sigh, I remove my jacket and hold it in front of me, trying to conceal the obvious evidence of my desire.

He played me like a fiddle, leaving me sober and unsatisfied. I decide it's best to head back to my hotel room and take care of matters as suggested. Stealing myself, I leave the club and make my way outside.

My driver is waiting for me, and I quickly get into the back seat. The ride back to the hotel is silent, my mind filled with thoughts of the tantalizing omega and the way he played me.

Once in my hotel room, I waste no time heading to the shower. The water is cold, but I welcome its chilling embrace as it runs down my body. I look down at my still evident desire, refusing to go down despite the lack of stimulation.

It's going to be a long night.

As the water cascades over me, I try to wash away the lingering scent of the omega, but it clings to me like a tantalizing memory. Closing my eyes, I let the water wash over me, lost in thoughts of the omega who managed to captivate me with just a few words and a seductive glance.

*

I can't contain my excitement as I grab the tie I snatched from the alpha .Holding it tightly in my hand, I let out a scream of joy into the pillow. The adrenaline is coursing through my veins, and I feel like a teenager again, giddy with anticipation.

Turning around on the motel bed, I kick my legs in the air, unable to contain my excitement. The tie feels like a trophy, a prize won in a daring game. I hold it up, examining the fabric and the way it feels in my hand.

Another scream of excitement escapes me as I toss the tie into the air and catch it again. It's a small victory, but it feels monumental in this moment.

I collapse onto the bed, still clutching the tie, a wide grin on my face. Closing my eyes, I let out a contented sigh, replaying the evening's events in my mind.