17. Hunger

(ELYN)

"Food can't help me with my hunger. You know that, don't you?" I looked down at him. I saw the fire burning in his eyes. I knew he wanted what I wanted, but he persisted. He had more willpower than I ever had, and that was such a shame.

I stared at him, my mind made up. I had been playing this game for two weeks now with him. The ball was literally in his court now. But I didn't want to back down. I had never liked losing. I loved winning my games. This was a game, and my prize was just underneath that dented pants.

If this was a poker game, Ares would surely lose. All his cards were open for me to see. To feel. His erection was softly pressed up against my thigh as his eyes trailed up my body, searching.

"No strings, Alpha."

I crawled away from him and stood up, and as soon as my body was away from him, I felt the chill in my blood. It was as if he was my personal campfire in wolf skin or something. "It is your game now. Your rules." I raised my hands and his eyes were glu