As I poured the steaming water into the ramen cup, Bear called out loudly, “Nothing has happened since you checked three minutes ago.”
Carrying my ramen with a fork holding down the lid, I walked back to my desk, my laptop open on the security feed, and immediately kicked Bear out of my seat. He grumbled something about me having something up my ass, but I wasn’t interested. And yes, I was well aware I was being crabby ever since Chase had decided to take liberties with the omega.
When he had come home, smelling like the best sex possible, I had been insanely angry, and it had taken everything in me not to punch him.
I forced the thought away but was unable to keep myselffrom glaring over my shoulder at the asshole who was currently on the couch with the TV on, playing some inane nonsense.
Fucker.
He knew we were supposed to watch and watchalone, and yet there he was, fucking Flora on her bed with a damn smirk, facing the camera. I swear, if he wasn’t part of my pack, I’d have ripped the guy a new asshole. Hell, I was still thinking about doing it.
“I can feel you glaring at me from over here, Spence.”
Quickly, I shifted around in my chair and focused on the screen, taking the lid off my ramen now that the noodles were likely cooked. After checking them, and absolutelynotsaying a single word back to Chase, I twirled the long noodles around my fork and blew the steam away, looking at Flora in her nest as she snuggled into the plethora of fruit-shaped pillows and fluffy fabric.
I still burned my tongue on the soup, but whatever, I was too hungry to care.
“Is she up to anything?” Chase called out, and I clenched my jaw, part of me tempted to tell him that she was writing how much she hated him in a journal.
But that was an empty threat. I couldn’t tell what she’d written in a journal with the camera’s resolution, and that “enhanced” bullshit was just that: bullshit. I had ordered some high-definition cameras and had every intention of replacing the ones that were already installed at the first opportunity. Instead, I settled for ignoring him, which was what I’d been doing since the other day. He’d broken a critical rule, after all. I’d said hands-off.
Not dicks in.
Maybe it was hypocritical, especially after what she and I didin the library, but when it came to Flora, I lost all rational thought.
I was going to keep her safe and stayveryclose to her.
I nibbled on the scalding-hot noodles with the laptop open and was just scraping the last few dregs from the bottom when Flora set the book she’d been reading aside and stretched out in her nest. I was going to go to the kitchen and get rid of my trash, but something kept me stuck in the chair, and I couldn’t pinpoint what. So, I watched her lie on her back, her eyes rolling closed as she started to fiddle with the buttons on her cardigan. Before I could understandwhatshe was doing, the thing was open, the two halves of fabric falling to the side.
I didn’t have the volume on. I usually didn’t when I was observing the feed for any sign of trouble, but I reached for it now, turning it up a notch or two.
“Mmmm.”
Flora was moaning. It was quiet, but there was no mistaking that sound, not after hearing it so much the other day. What the hell was I watching right now? Flora wasn’t about to?—
But my question was answered before I could even finish the thought as the omega reached for her breast on the screen, squeezing as her other hand traveled between her legs. My mouth went dry, and my cock immediately hardened. I was frozen in place, eyes glued to the screen as Flora teased herself through her leggings before reaching underneath them, her hand disappearing below the black fabric.
Shit.
This was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to be watching this, but how the fuck was I supposed to pull my eyes away when the most beautiful omega on the planet was putting on a sinful show that went straight to my primal brain?
“You okay, dude? You went white as a damn sheet.” Bear sounded distant, in another galaxy, but concern bled through his voice as I processed the sound of his footsteps. “Is she okay?!”
I didn’t answer. I wassupposedto answer. Tell him everything was fine, get the guy to leave so I could take the laptop into my room and watch?—
Dammit, what the hell was I doing?
But it was too late. Bear was already rushing up to my side, and his worried stare went straight to the screen.
The one that showed just hownotin trouble Flora was.
“Wait a minute. Is she—oh, fuck.”
Yup, Bear was in the same predicament as me. And now it was all the worse because Flora’s hips were rocking up and down, and she was pinching her nipple with the hand that wasn’t stuffed down her pants. Her labored breaths and little whimpers sounded through the laptop speakers, so quiet and yet screaming in my ears like repetitive explosions.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to…” Bear’s words drifted off, and I could smell his scent flare next to me, dimly aware that mine was also likely going nuts. Hell, if the throbbing ache in my knot was anything to go by, the tiny corner where we had the desk set up was about to start reeking like alphas ready to fuck.
Because that’s precisely what webothwanted to be doing right now, and there was no use denying it.
