Chapter 80

Ollie’s POV

Conrad insisted that Sylvia and I leave the meet and greet after that. I thought Sylvia might insist on staying but whatever had annoyed her seemed to ruin her mood entirely. She was quiet and broody most of the way home.

We didn’t have the limo this time. Conrad drove us in his luxury sedan, with him behind the wheel and Sylvia in the passenger seat. I sat in the back and tried to make myself small. I didn’t even want Conrad to see me in the rear-view mirror.

I hated that I was being blamed for the actions of other people against me, but if Sylvia framed the story so that I looked like a vixen, then I couldn’t really argue it.

Conrad would never believe me over Sylvia.

Fortunately, after we arrived home, we all went our separate ways, so I could hide away for a while and not have to worry about anyone else.

In my room though, I felt so tired, so unappreciated. I felt dirty and used. Yes, those men hadn’t gotten farther than some manhandling of me, but I still felt gross about it. I still wished one of the brothers could touch me instead, to remind me what it feels like to be adored and treated gently.

When Wes reaches out again, it was a relief. When he offered to meet, I couldn’t say no.

Even if I wasn’t supposed to go out without an escort.

To feel better, I was willing to chance it.

And oddly, I received no resistance when I left the premises. I didn’t call any attention to myself, but the guard at the gate could have stopped me if he was ordered to. Instead, I was let through. I wondered if the brothers weren’t serious with their threats.

Or maybe they didn’t think I wouldn’t listen to them.

As Alphas, they were used to being obeyed. Someone would have to be extremely foolish to not listen to them. Yet here I was, blatantly going against them.

Hopefully my luck would continue to hold out, and they wouldn’t even think to check for me and therefore wouldn’t even know I’m gone.

Now, I’m in the cabin with Wes holding me gently, his nose buried into the crook of my neck.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, not for the first time. “I risked too much, and Declan found out. He almost ruined everything.”

I can’t tell him it’s alright, because it’s really not. I enjoy my time with Declan, but his addition complicates matters. He’s far too observant for his own good. If anyone can find me out, it’s him.

But, at least for now, he doesn’t seem overly interested in my real identity, and our moments together are filled with the utmost passion.

I’m not angry that Declan found out the truth, but I’m still hoping we can keep it from Conrad. After the way he embarrassed me today… Telling the whole room that I’m not allowed to date. He might be one of the four Alpha Kings, but it’s infuriating how much power he feels he has over me.

I was going to tell Clint no anyway. He didn’t have to interfere.

“You are tensing,” Wes says. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Kind, considerate Wes. Leaning back, I make him look at me.

“I’m not mad anymore,” I tell him. “And you don’t make me uncomfortable. It’s kind of the opposite, actually…”

He smiles in response, soft and sweet. “Oh?”

“Yes,” I say, inching closer to him. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, resting my elbows on his shoulders. Leaning in, I brush my lips to his, a gentle barely-there press.

“Good,” he says and kisses me harder. His hands are on the small of my back, just resting there, firm but not insistent.

I’m safe with Wes, I know that. He will only move as slowly or as quickly as I want.

After what happened today with those two boys, I’m not sure I’m in the mood for much.

“We can move as quickly or as slowly as you wish,” Wes says. “I’m not in any hurry for sex. I just like being near you. Holding you is a bonus.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready today… At least for… uh… full-on sex,” I say. I don’t want my first time with Wes to be tainted with the memory of those two other guys and their grabby hands.

“Then I will simply hold you,” he says. “Or…” He leans back again to look at me more seriously. “Feel free to say no. I would never pressure you.”

“Okay…?” I ask, bracing myself for whatever he could say.

He licks his lips. “Perhaps you’d let me pleasure you on my tongue.”

Hugh has done that before and it feels phenomenal. While it is appealing…

“I was thinking you could ride my tongue,” he says.

I blink. I could… what?

Then minutes later, that’s how I find myself, with my shirt pushed up to my waist, my panties gone. I’m kneeling, with my knees on either side of Wes’s face. His mouth is open, his tongue pressed up against my clit as I grind down against it. He keeps it firm, moving where I lead, though he does occasionally slip some clever licks in there that make me wild.

His hands are snaked around me, grabbing my breasts through my clothes. Somehow he still finds my nipples, even through my clothes and my lacy bra. He works the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, keeping time with the pace of my grinding.

He’s moaning too, though not as much as I am.

I feel wild and powerful, riding his tongue with abandon.

It’s so good. Gods…

“Ah! Oh…. Wes! AH!”

I come hard, my thighs trembling. His tongue shifts then, moving to my entrance. He licks inside of me like he can’t get enough of my taste. It draws my climax out longer, until it’s almost too much.

With a whimper and a beg, I roll off of him.

Looking at him, I expect him to be horny still. Maybe he will need a hand to help him along.

Yet when I glance, there’s a wet spot in the front of his pants.

Did he… cum…? Just from this?

He grins at me, my slick on his chin.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says. “And your noises… Knowing I was making you wild was enough for me.”

I flush. I’ve never felt this powerful in my life. This man wants me so much that just tasting me sent him over the edge…

I definitely want to explore this more in the future.

Though, someday, I also want to watch him go wild too…

Kind, considerate Wes taking what he wants…

Fresh heat wells up inside of me.

Later, after we’ve sated ourselves and clean up a little, Wes gives me the kind of longing, puppy-eyed look that usually means he wants to talk to me about something.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I want to ask you to at least consider reaching out to Conrad.”

I startle, not having expected that.

“I want to be as honest with you as I can,” Wes says. “He’s suspicious, and I suspect he’s going to figure it out. I would rather he hear it from you.”

Sex with Conrad is a fantasy I am willing to entertain. But in reality? I just don’t know.

For now, at least…

I want to keep what we have. I don’t want to possibly ruin it by bringing in yet another unknown. I was lucky with Wes and Declan, that time spent with them is so enjoyable.

I feel like I’m due to be unlucky.

Conrad… he feels like a wildcard, so powerful and confident.

I’m not ready.

So I tell Wes, “Not yet.”