His Virgin Stripper

Chapter Seven: Truth Or Drink

Chapter Seven : Truth or Drink

Kael’s POV

I almost choke on my drink.

My eyes wide "So we're starting off strong huh? "

She smiles at me innocently "Well, I mean it was your idea in the first place"

I didn’t even pretend to hesitate. "I'll just take a drink to that one" I pour in a glass of wine and gulp it in one go.

"Avery's eyes widened In shock " That's not fair,so you're not going to tell me your body count " she frowned. " it's part of the game "

" But it's also part of the game to drink a glass of wine if you don't want to answer the question" I responded calmly.

" C'mon just say it, it can't be that bad" she pleaded.

" Promise you won't judge "

" yes I promise"

I lean in closer to her "Come closer so I can tell you "

She moved closer to me. I seized the opportunity to plant a soft kiss on her lips. She was dazed for a moment and then....

she started kissing me back too!

I moved away from her and chuckled. Her cheeks flushed red.

" I should have known that was a trap" She shook her head " So should I just assume you're a man w***e"

I clutch my chest like I'm offended

" Great. w***e shaming me already?"

She laughs " No I'm not, Just stating facts I mean damn,you really know your way around a woman's body "

I arch a brow " I guess practice makes perfect"

"You should really be ashamed " She laughed.

“None of them were my mate. None of them mattered past the night. You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to keep.”

She snorted, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “Smooth. Real smooth for a professional man-whore.”

“Your turn to answer something,” I said, pouring her another glass just in case. “Truth or drink.”

She rolled her eyes but sat up straighter, defiance lighting her face. “Fine. Hit me.”

“Have you ever actually wanted anyone to take your virginity before me? Be honest.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “No. Not really. I came close a couple times when I was younger, but it always felt… empty. Like I was just trying to get it over with. With you it’s different. Annoying, but different.” She lifted her glass and took a deliberate sip anyway. “There. Bonus drink for honesty.”

I grinned. “Good girl.”

She kicked me lightly under the table. “Don’t start with that. My turn. What’s the one thing you’re most afraid of losing?”

The question landed heavier than she probably meant it to. I held her gaze.

“You,” I said simply. “And this pack. In that order now.”

She blinked, clearly not expecting the answer. For a second the sass dimmed into something softer. Then she recovered, lifting her chin.

“Okay, Alpha. My turn’s over. Ask something fun.”

We kept going. She asked about the dumbest injury I’d ever gotten in a fight (a rogue once managed to bite my ass; Derrick still hasn’t let me live it down).

I asked if she ever practiced stripping to actual music . She said yes to that.

By the time the dessert plates were empty, her cheeks were pink from wine and laughter, and my wolf had gone quiet in a way that felt almost peaceful.

When the last plate was cleared I set my napkin down. “There’s somewhere else I want to take you tonight.”

Her expression turned cautious. “Is that an order?”

“A request this time.” I stood and offered my hand. “Come with me.”

She hesitated only a second before placing her fingers in mine. The contact sent a spark straight up my arm.

I led her out to the waiting car. The drive was short—only fifteen minutes to the private medical wing the pack maintained for serious recoveries.

I had made sure Maya was moved here the same night Avery first came to the pack house. Best doctors. Best security. No expense spared.

Avery’s grip on my hand tightened when she realized where we were. “Kael…?”

“She’s recovering faster than expected,” I said quietly as we walked the quiet hallway. “The healers say she’ll be on her feet properly within the week. I wanted you to see for yourself.”

I pushed open the door to the private room. Soft lamps glowed. Maya lay propped against pillows, looking pale but awake, an IV still in her arm.

The bruises that had covered half her face when I first saw her were fading to yellow. She looked up and her eyes immediately filled when she saw her sister.

“Avery?”

Avery made a small broken sound and crossed the room in three steps, careful not to jostle the bed as she leaned down to hug her.

I stayed by the door, giving them space, watching the way Avery’s shoulders shook. Maya stroked her hair with a weak hand and murmured something too quiet for me to catch.

After a few minutes Avery pulled back, wiping her eyes, and glanced over her shoulder at me. The look on her face was different from anything she had given me before—softer, almost stunned.

I met her gaze steadily. “I told you. You’re not an obligation. Neither is she.”

Maya’s eyes moved between us, sharp even in her weakened state. She said nothing, but the small nod she gave me was enough.

We stayed another twenty minutes. Avery held her sister’s hand the entire time, asking quiet questions about pain levels and food and whether the nurses were treating her well.

I answered the ones directed at me with short, honest replies. When Maya finally started to tire I stepped forward.

“We’ll come back tomorrow,” I told Maya. “Rest for now.”

In the hallway Avery was quiet. The elevator ride down was silent. Only when we reached the car did she speak, voice low.

“You didn’t have to do any of that. The private restaurant. The doctors. Bringing me here tonight.”

I opened the passenger door for her but didn’t move away. “Yes I did.”

She looked up at me, the red dress still perfect under the streetlights, eyes shining.

For the first time since I had met her, the suspicion in her expression had cracked open into something else—something that looked a lot like the beginning of belief.

My wolf hummed in approval.

I closed the door once she was seated, walked around to the driver’s side, and started the engine.

The night was far from over, but for the first time in a long while I felt like I might actually be doing something right.

The drive back to the pack house passed in thick silence. Not the uncomfortable kind. The kind that hummed between us, heavy with everything we hadn’t said and everything we both wanted.

Avery sat with her hands folded in her lap, the red silk of her dress whispering every time she shifted. I kept my eyes on the road, but my awareness never left her. Her scent. The soft sound of her breathing. The way her pulse still fluttered faster than normal.

By the time I parked and walked her inside, the pack house was quiet. Most of the wolves had settled for the night. I led her straight to my room, unlocked the door, and let her step inside first.

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, something in me snapped.

I turned her gently by the waist and backed her against it. Slow. Deliberate. Giving her every chance to stop me. She didn’t. Her eyes were dark, lips parted, the defiance still there but tempered now by something hungrier.

“Should I stop,” I murmured, tracing my fingertips along her jaw.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered.

I kissed her.

It started soft—almost careful—but it didn’t stay that way. Her hands fisted in my shirt. Mine slid down the curve of her round ass, tracing the zipper of the red dress.

I lowered it inch by inch, the sound loud in the quiet room. The silk loosened, then slipped from her shoulders. I stepped back just enough to watch it fall.

She stood in front of me in nothing but black lace underwear and the heels the maid had given her. My mouth went dry.

Fuck.

The black lace cupped the soft, full weight of her breasts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the hard peaks of her pink n*****s.

Her waist dipped in before flaring into the generous curve of her hips. The lace between her thighs was already dark with wetness. Her thighs looked soft and thick enough to sink into.

The kind of body that made a man want to get on his knees and stay there.

I slapped her soft ass that had been tempting me since this evening. Her ass bounced a bit. I squeezed it softly and began playing with it. it was so round and soft, It kept bouncing each time I spanked it.

“f**k, Avery.”

I dropped to my knees.

She made a small, startled sound when I pressed my face against the lace between her thighs and breathed her in. Damn she smells so good.

My hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft give of her skin as I mouthed her through the fabric. She was already wet. I could taste her even through the lace.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband and dragged the underwear down her legs, helping her step out of them. Then I lifted one of her soft thighs over my shoulder and put my mouth on her properly.

Slow. Thorough.

I licked through her folds like I had all night, dragging the flat of my tongue from her entrance up to her c**t in one long, deliberate stroke. She moaned—soft, breathy, almost surprised. I did it again, slower, then closed my lips around her c**t and sucked gently.

“Ah—Kael—”

Her head fell back against the door. One of her hands tangled in my hair. The other braced against the wood. I kept it slow, savoring every sound she made. Long, lazy strokes of my tongue, then a soft suck that pulled a higher, needier moan from her throat. I hummed against her and felt her thighs tremble.

“I don’t want to claim you right now,” I murmured against her, voice rough. “Not yet. I just want this. Want to feel you come on my tongue.”

She whimpered, the sound catching in her throat as I licked her again—slow circles around her c**t, then a soft suck that made her hips jerk.

Another moan spilled out of her, lower this time, almost a whine. I stayed right there, taking my time, licking and sucking like nothing else in the world mattered. The soft, wet sounds of my mouth on her filled the quiet room, mixed with the soft, broken moans she couldn’t hold back.

“Kael… oh my God…”

I didn’t. I licked her slowly, thoroughly, sucking her c**t in gentle pulses while her moans grew louder, shakier.

I carried her on to the bed and slowly took off her bra. They were bigger than I expected. Her erect n*****s inviting me to come suck on them. And who am I to resist such an offer

I cupped her right breast and used my tongue on her left breast. I began sucking her t**s, deliberately biting her n*****s.

"kael........ yesss.. don't stop" She moaned,her eyes rolling back into her head.

I chuckled "Stop?,baby I'm only just getting starting "

I knelt down back and continued sucking on her c**t. I could do this till daybreak.

Her free hand slid down to cup one of her own breasts ,fingers pinching her n****e as her hips rolled against my face. The sight of her like that—soft body trembling, thighs clamped around my head, pretty mouth open on another moan—nearly undid me.

She came with a broken, high moan, thighs clamping hard around my head, fingers tightening in my hair hard enough to sting. I stayed with her through it, gentling my mouth, licking her softly through every pulse until the last tremor passed and she was left panting against the door.

Only then did I stand.

I kissed her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She made a soft, needy sound and reached for my belt. I caught her wrists and pinned them lightly above her head with one hand while the other stayed on her hip, keeping her pressed against the door.

Shirt still on. Pants still on. Nothing more than what I’d already given her. I wasn't going to give her my c**k tonight till I'm sure that she had fully accepted me.

I was still fully dressed, still hard and aching, but I didn’t take it further. Just held her there, forehead against hers, breathing her in.

“Last chance to tell me to stop,” I said, voice rough. “We don’t have to go any further tonight.”

Her eyes met mine. Clear. Certain. A little scared. A lot defiant.

“Then don’t stop ”

I did.

Slow, deep kisses while my free hand stroked her boobs, over the soft swell of her boobs, never pushing for more than the soft, lingering contact we’d already shared.

Her legs were still trembling from the orgasm, her body soft and open against mine, but I kept everything above the waist. No penetration. No taking. Just this.

I was right there—right on the edge of wanting more—

Then the door to my bedroom slammed open.

I snarled and twisted on pure instinct, shielding Avery’s body with my own as a familiar, mocking voice drawled from the doorway.

“Such a nice view, don't you think?”

Vaelric stood there, shoulder leaned against the frame like he owned the place. My younger brother. He was back. Unfortunately.

The one person in this pack I would have gladly exiled years ago if blood didn’t complicate things. His dark eyes flicked over Avery’s bare legs, my body still pressed against hers, the wrecked state of her dress on the floor, and a slow, ugly smile spread across his face.

“Didn’t realize the great Alpha was taking visitors tonight,” he said lightly. “Or that he’d already started bringing in new pets.”

My wolf exploded into a rage so violent I tasted blood in my mouth.