“Good,” I reply.
I rip my shirt over my head and shove my pants down in one rough motion. My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, slick with precome and aching so hard it almost hurts.
Then I look at Theo.
His eyes are glued to Emery’s ass, then move to where her back is arched, her hands gripping the couch cushions, then down again to the slick shining between her thighs.
“What do you think,lover boy?” I ask, voice low and taunting. “Pretty little thing, isn’t she?”
Theo’s eyes snap to mine, and I see it: the pulse in his neck, the flex of his fingers at his sides.
His breathing’s gone shallow.
He’s cracking.
“She wants you,” I add, stroking my cock openly, slow and deliberate. “You think we don’t see it? You thinkshedoesn’t?”
As if summoned from her post-orgasm daze, Emery lifts her head. She looks over her shoulder at him, andChrist,she really is a sight to behold: with her hair a mess, lips swollen and shiny, cheeks flushed from Beau’s cock and my mouth.
Her eyes are hazy but bright, blown wide with want, and she smiles.
It’s small. Slow.
And fuckinglethal.
Theo makes a broken sound that’s half curse, half groan, and then he’s moving, hands shaking just a little as he frees his cock. Beau watches him with narrowed eyes, something unreadable there, but I don’t dwell on it.
I’m hungry.
I lean down and press a kiss to the small of Emery’s back, right over her spine, feeling her shiver under my mouth.
“Stay like that,” I murmur. “Spread for me.”
She does it without hesitation—ass lifting, thighs opening wider—andfuck, the sight of her like that combined with the overwhelming scent of her slick in the room nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
I don't push in just yet. Instead, I angle my hips so Theo can see exactly where I am, and exactly how open she is.
“You see this?” I rasp, voice low and filthy. “Look at her.”
Theo’s gaze drops to where the tip of my cock nudges against her entrance, to the way her ass is spread wide, her slit glistening with spit and slick. I make a point of grabbing her cheeks in my hands and lifting them, well and truly showing her pretty cunt off.
“She’s perfect like this,” I go on, rocking my hips so that I can slowly drag my cock over the length of her slit, coating myself in the combination of her slick and my spit. “Open. Wet. And so fucking ready.”
I can’t help myself: I slap her ass.Hard.
“Made to be taken.”
Emery moans and pushes back against me, needy and unashamed.
“You hear that, Omega?” I murmur, pressing my tip to her opening, teasing. “He’s watching. He’s seeing what we already know.”
She gasps, voice wrecked. “Connor,please—”
Beau reaches forward, fisting a hand in her hair again, and tilts her head up, just enough so she has no choice but to look straight at him.
“Say it,” Beau commands, his voice like gravel now. “Say you want him.”
She gasps, breath catching, and then—soft, but sure—
