He had started this game with many of his same favorite benign openers, and I followed suit. He had also coaxed Rowan away from the door, farther into the room, and she was now perched tentatively on the edge of the bed.
I leaned against the far wall, my back to the glass, giving her space, as my presence seemed to make her nervous. She eyed me cautiously when I moved, and I could hear her heartbeat quicken when I got closer. She was well aware of my shadowed nature.
Ryker sprawled out on the bed, continuing to touch her gently while she did her best to ignore him, swatting his hand away and scooting to the furthest edge of the mattress.
“Truth or Dare, Rowan,” I asked.
“You guys always pick me and never each other!”
“What fun would that be? Tally and I have been in a pack for over 10 years. We know everything there is to know about each other," Ryker chucked. He then shot me a look that told me it was time to escalate the game.
“It’s unfair! I assume neither of you ever plays by the rules, though. You’re both cheaters.”
She wasn’t wrong.
Ryker sat up from his lying position and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting and dropping her down between his thighs so she was snug against him as she protested. He started kissing her neck and shoulder. Her skin seemed to be sensitive there, because her eyes fluttered closed when he did. She tried pushing him away, but he merely laughed.
“Talon asked you a question. Truth or Dare? Pick one, Rowan, or we're gonna pick for you. I think a dare could be interesting, don’t you think, Tally?”
“Fine! Fine, Ryker, stop. Have you ever heard of personal space? I pick truth,” Rowan said, shooting him a fiery look.
She was getting angry and frustrated, but it wasn’t for the reason she wanted us to believe. Ryker’s proximity didn’t annoy our omega; her frustration arose from unmet desires. She needed our hands on her and our dicks inside of her. I could tell from the smell of her weeping cunt, which had become soaked from all of Ryker’s teasing touches.
“Cade told me he took your virginity last night,” I said, eyes darkening. Her plump mouth popped open into a surprised little“O” at the new line of questioning. She glanced back nervously at Ryker, who simply winked. “I’m sure that must have hurt a bit.. Did you like it? Not just the sex, but the pain too?”
Could she take what I needed to give her? I had tried to have vanilla sex plenty of times, but it never truly satisfied me. Something deep inside told me Rowan was meant for me. She was crafted to handle everything I gave her, maybe even to crave it. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were destined for each other.
Rowan debated her response, chewing on her bottom lip, twisting her hands together, and avoiding eye contact.
“Look at me when you answer so I can tell if you are lying or not.”
She picked up her head and looked me in the eye for the first time since she entered the room, responding, “No. It… stung.”
Rowan was lying.
She may have denied it, but her body told her truth. She enjoyed the pain like the dirty girl I knew she really was. Her heart raced, her pupils dilated, and a little sheen of sweat had appeared on her skin. I took a deep breath in, scenting the lie.
Fuck yes,she liked the pain. What else would she enjoy? Ryker called her Kitten, so maybe she would like to be my pet, collared and leashed, kneeling at my feet.
“Our pet is lying, gentlemen,” I announced to Ryker and Cade knowingly with a wicked gleam in my eye.
“First, I’m not anyone’s pet!” Rowan said seething. “And second, I’m not lying!” she countered, doubling down on her lie.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Kitten. You just lied, and then you lied about lying! That’s gonna be two articles of clothing,” Ryker scolded her.
She began to protest, but he cut her off.
“And before you even think about lying about lying about lying, just know that every time you bend the truth you will have to take off another article of clothing!” Ryker added, pushing her gently off the bed so she was standing between his legs facing me.
She glanced in the mirror, hoping Cade would intervene. I knew he wouldn’t.
I stayed still, leaning against the wall, not wanting to move and spook her. Her muscles were tense as she fretted about what to do. Ryker started whistling an elevator tune behind her.
“Do you need help, Pet?” I asked her when she didn’t make any progress removing her pants and sweater.
She glared at me, clearly unhappy with her new nickname, before shaking her head no, and whispering, “assholes” under her breath.
Rowan had lied twice earlier in the game, so her shoes and socks were long gone. She started unbuttoning her jeans, slowly sliding them down her pale legs. Her underwear was the same lace material as the ones they had been giving me during the sedative tests, although this pair was a pale purple color.
