Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 59:

At first, I thought it was a bug. I shook my leg, but nope—whatever it was kept creeping up from the slit in my dress. My hand shot down to flick it away, but there was nothing. Maybe I was imagining things.

I poured myself more champagne, trying to focus on anything but the endless chatter, but then I felt it again—this time, closer to my knee. Before I could react, a strong hand pinned my leg down. I didn’t even have to look. Ryder. Of course, it was him. His face was the picture of focus, nodding along to whatever important business was being discussed, but under the table? His hand was up to no good.

His fingers started tracing slow, deliberate circles around my hips, like he had all the time in the world. My breath hitched, and I bit my lip hard. I reached down to grab his hand, to make him stop, but instead of letting go, he tightened his grip. Seriously? The nerve.

I tried to keep my breathing steady, but it wasn’t working. My pulse was racing, and my body wasn’t listening to me anymore. If anyone in the room bothered to glance our way, they’d know exactly what Ryder was doing. But standing up? That would be a disaster of epic proportions. No way was I going to embarrass myself twice in one night.

Ryder’s hand kept moving, tracing heat across my skin like he knew exactly where to touch. Hell, he probably did. I tried to distract myself, but it was useless. All I could think about was him—how he made me feel like I was the only woman in the room. The only one that mattered.

I cleared my throat, trying not to make any noise that would give us away. His fingers slid higher, grazing the bare skin where my dress split. It was torture, plain and simple. Delicious, mind-numbing torture.

Meanwhile, everyone else was completely oblivious. They were too deep in whatever deal they were talking about to notice Ryder’s little game under the table. It was almost laughable how serious they all looked while I was practically burning up inside.

His fingers moved like he knew every weak spot, every little place that would make me lose my mind. My breath caught in my throat, my chest rising and falling faster now. Part of me wanted to shove his hand away, but another part of me… well, I wasn’t exactly complaining.

He leaned in, his lips barely brushing against my ear, enough to make my whole body react. “Behave, Jasmine,” he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and command. “Unless you want everyone to see just how much you need me right now.”

F𝓾ll 𝒔𝓽𝑜𝓻𝓎 𝒶𝓋𝓪i𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓉 g𝓪l𝑛ovєls.𝓬𝓸𝓶

A rush of heat spread across my face. My thighs pressed together on instinct, trying to control the fire he’d started. Ryder always had control over me, and right now? I was drowning in it. One wrong move, and the entire room would know how completely under his spell I was.

His hand slid even higher, rougher this time, his fingers teasing dangerously close to where I wanted him most. My core tightened, and I nearly whimpered. This man was driving me insane, and the worst part? He knew it.

“Ryder,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. It was a mix of warning and pleading. I didn’t know whether to beg him to stop or beg him to keep going. Hell, I wasn’t even thinking straight anymore.

But just like that, his hand disappeared, leaving me hanging—hot, bothered, and utterly frustrated.

“Later,” he mouthed, his eyes locked on mine, full of promise. His lips curled into that infuriatingly smug smile, the kind that said he knew exactly what he was doing. I licked my lips, already counting down the seconds. Oh, I was so ready for later.

Time dragged on way too slowly, to be honest, and with each passing minute, my anger simmered just beneath the surface, ready to explode. But I wasn’t about to lose it. Not here. Not in front of all these people. Thanks to Ryder, I’d gone from a horny vixen to a sexually frustrated wreck.

The party was still going strong, and despite everything, I remained the center of attention. At least Isabel was nowhere to be seen—thank God. Her face gave me PTSD. Everyone else treated me with newfound respect, their fake smiles and admiration hard to digest, considering these were the same people who had laughed at me just hours ago. Pathetic.

“Did you enjoy the party?” Seraphina chirped, her voice sugary sweet and dripping with curiosity. Her bubbly tone grated on my nerves, but I forced a smile, my jaw tight as I swallowed back the seething rage boiling inside me.

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