I placed one hand on her stomach, fingers teasing at going under her sweatshirt, and the other went to tilt her chin so she was forced to look at me. “Use your words, Princess.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I’d like that,” she whispered. “As long as Karma is OK too.”
“Karma is fine, I promise.” I shot him a smirk as I said it.
He might keel over from blue balls before this was done, but… the idea of making that happen sent a thrill through my veins beyond the lust I was feeling with her before me.
I wanted him watching me play with her.
And that opinion had absolutely nothing to do with how desperate I was to touch her.
Slipping my fingers up under the sweater, I cupped her breast in my hand. She gasped wispily like this was already a level of pleasure she could barely tolerate.
She was so sensitive.
So touch starved.
“Is there anything you want me to do to make you feel good?” I asked. “What was Karma going to do?”
Her gaze flicked to Karma, the flush of her cheeks extending down her neck. I bet he was talking about all sorts of nasty things he wanted to do to her.
“Nothing specific,” she said.
Little liar.
I wouldn’t make her say those things out loud, though. This was an omega that didn’t like to swear. Repeating Karma’s words might give her a heart attack.
“I’ll do it my way, then.” I rolled her nipple between my fingers, pinching and squeezing.
She gave me another nod, and fuck if it didn’t kill me how she looked so trusting when her golden eyes met mine.
We all needed to treat her like the most precious thing in the world until she eventually realized that she was.
Reaching down, I grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, then shoved my pants down my legs. It left me completely naked, and I puffed up a bit at Crescent’s gasp and the heightening of her scent.
“Let’s get you out of your clothes,” I said to her.
She sat up and fiddled with the sleeves of her sweater. She often had her hands tucked in, like hiding them was a piece of comfort for her, and I wondered if she would be alright with me taking that away from her.
The cage had been different, with her exposed to everyone, running on the adrenaline of the moment.
Here I didn’t want her fuelled by adrenaline; only lust.
“You don’t have to,” I amended. “Just the pants, maybe?”
Her expression shifted, a set of determination to her eyes. “No, I want to.”
And then she grabbed the sweater and pulled it up, and it was all I could do not to jump her immediately.
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My sweater got caught over my head when I tried to take it off, tangling in my loose hair. When I finally managed to toss it down onto the bed beside me, I looked at Sin nervously.
He wanted me to do it, and even though I was nervous… I wanted to do what he wanted.
Goosebumps rose on my skin as the cold air washed over me. I trembled under his striking gaze, but I didn’t want to hide from them.
