Chapter 53 An erotic lap dance.

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 An erotic lap dance.

Damian stood confidently as the host, gripping the microphone with a wide grin.

"Good evening, everyone! As you can all see, we’re here to celebrate our own Ashton Lane. Let’s wish him a very happy birthday once again!"

The crowd erupted instantly, screaming out wishes and cheers that filled the entire venue. From a quiet corner, Rose and Lamia waved enthusiastically at Ashton, blowing playful kisses his way as he settled into his VIP seat with a relaxed smile.

"Now, first up on our calendar is the highlight everyone’s been waiting for—Truth or Dare! Who’s in?" Damian announced. The response was deafening. Screams and shouts echoed through the hall because this game was always the wildest part of the Moonlight Alphas’ parties. It was known for being intense, unpredictable, and brutally fun.

"Okay, remember the rules. Contestants, step forward. Rose, girl, come on up!" All eyes immediately shifted to the skinny blonde as she hesitated.

"Wait, me? Truth or Dare? What kind of setup is this?!" Rose protested, but Lamia only grinned mischievously and gave her a gentle push toward the stage.

Rose shot her a middle finger and whispered, "I hate you." Both Lamia and Noah, seated in the special VIP area, burst into laughter at the exchange.

"Next, let’s bring up the besties Emily and Abigail, and last but definitely not least, the birthday boy himself—Ashton!" Damian continued. Noah had been hoping they might skip him, but no such luck. For someone who had nearly been killed and publicly exposed at school recently, Ashton looked remarkably cheerful and unbothered. Noah groaned inwardly, silently cursing the timing of Ashton’s birthday as he reluctantly made his way to the podium. The game was about to begin.

The four contestants lined up on stage. Meanwhile, Eugene slipped over to Killian and whispered something urgent in his ear. Noah noticed from afar how Killian’s face twisted into a sour expression. Something was clearly wrong. When Eugene spotted Noah watching, he quickly changed direction and disappeared into the crowd.

"Don’t let him out of your sight," Eugene had instructed. "I’ll try finding her. We don’t want her ruining this night." Killian nodded grimly, his thoughts already imagining wrapping his hands around Sylvia’s neck. It was past midnight now, and the sky outside was pitch black. The only sounds came from the vibrant party raging inside the huge building.

"Alright, time to spin the bottle," Damian declared. "One heads-up: you can’t lie. This orb right here will detect any dishonesty, so stay truthful." A random girl stepped forward and gave the bottle a firm spin. It landed squarely on Noah first.

Noah felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest. Every eye in the room was now locked on him. There was no escaping this moment.

"Truth or Dare?!" the crowd chanted in unison. Silence fell heavily as Noah’s pulse raced. Truth felt far too risky—it could trigger painful memories or expose secrets he wasn’t ready to share. He chose the safer route.

"Dare!" he announced boldly. The hall gasped collectively.

Damian’s eyes gleamed with devilish excitement, his mouth curling into an evil smile. "Choose any guy around here and give him a lap dance so intense his mind will be spinning. Make it rock him hard."

A deafening silence followed, thick with anticipation. Noah scanned the room, realizing his options were mostly limited to the four Alphas. He hadn’t gone that far sexually with most of them before, except for a few heated moments with Eugene and Killian in that strange room—nothing beyond some intense kisses and oral teasing. This felt overwhelming, but he had to pick.

Eugene was nowhere to be seen, leaving Killian as the most reasonable choice. Damian, still recovering from injuries, seemed off-limits, and choosing him felt too inappropriate for the setting. As Noah approached Killian, who stood at the edge of the podium watching closely, he caught the surprise flickering in the other guy’s eyes. Killian clearly hadn’t expected to be selected.

"Are you ready for me?" Noah whispered teasingly as he drew near. The crowd was already cheering wildly, gushing over the pairing and shouting encouragement. Just as Noah leaned in closer to say something more private, he spotted Sylvia watching from the shadows. Her eyes burned with a mix of pain and venom.

Noah smirked, deciding to turn up the heat. He grabbed Killian by the neck with surprising confidence and guided him firmly into a nearby chair. Leaning in, he kissed him deeply—tongues dancing vigorously, full of passion and intensity. When he pulled back, Noah peeled off his own shirt in one smooth motion, tossing it aside dramatically. Cheers exploded from the audience as they began chanting "Killian! Ashton!" over and over.

Sylvia’s eyes watered visibly, but she couldn’t look away. Noah, fully aware of her stare, straddled Killian’s lap. His movements were fluid and seductive—twisting his waist, curving his hips in rhythmic patterns that captivated the entire room. Both guys and girls stared in awe at the hypnotic display. Even Damian, watching from the stage, struggled to control his own arousal and eventually handed off the microphone before rushing away. Sylvia slipped out soon after, clearly affected. Noah only smirked wider and kept the energy going.

Killian was in deep torment, trying desperately not to moan aloud in front of everyone. His head tilted back, eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Could you... blow me, Ash?" he asked, his voice coming out soft and almost boyish.

Noah stood up gracefully after a final teasing grind, noticing how prominently Killian’s arousal strained against his clothes, twitching with need. "See? I won," Noah declared with a triumphant smile. He walked away with a sexy, confident catwalk, flipping his hair dramatically for added flair.

The crowd went absolutely wild, applause and whistles ringing out. The game continued with the other contestants, but the energy in the room had shifted palpably after Noah’s bold performance. Rose and Lamia exchanged knowing glances from their spot, a mix of amusement and mild concern on their faces.