It was more than a little unfair for her to walk around looking like that.
Did she need to be so goddamn hot?
With every step towards me, her pigtails bounced, igniting the urge to fist them like some kind of horny boogeyman that lingered on the fringes of my consciousness.
After our hookup, I’d watched her Streamverse channel a bit. They were a lot of fun, and she really was amazing at Kill Floor, so it was easy to understand why her audience was so dedicated. But it was the SLCK'd streams that left a morelastingimpression.
I licked my lips, wondering what Eva would think if she knew that, after ignoring her for weeks, I was fucking my pillow while I watched her touch herself.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her arms crossing over her chest, drawing my attention to her tits again.
At the end of the day, when it came to this omega, I really was no better than an alpha.
“Using the mirror, is that a crime?" I retorted, way less tough than I would've liked.
Her lips pursed, a manicured finger tapping them in thought. “I guess.”
“Well," I said with an incredulous laugh as I turned back towards the mirror to wipe away an imaginary smudge under my eye. "Thanks for the permission,I guess.”
“I didn’t know you were friends with Tara,” she said after a few moments. "Thought it was more of an Indi thing."
“They introduced us. We chat sometimes.”
I figured it was probably for the best to leave out that the first time we'd met had actually been at the Packtacular. Bringing that night up was sure to do nothing but cause problems.
Eva shifted, close but not quite close enough, and I wondered what she was thinking.
“That’s nice," she said, toying with the ends of her pink hair.
“Yeah, she’s cool." And because I'm afflicted, especially when drunk, with dumb-bitch-can't-shut-up disease, I added, "Good with a cherry stem too."
She hummed in agreement. “But I’m not far behind. Third, after Ivy."
My brows rose. “You mean fourth?”
Eva shook her head. “I know what I said, handsome.”
“Isofinished first," I insisted, turning to face her again.
"You’re just mad because I’m a better kisser than you.”
“Who said that?”
“The cherry stem,” she said, the'duh'heavily implied as she tilted her head to the side. “That was the whole point, right? It said I’m the third-best kisser in the group.”
“Thatdefinitelyisn’t true."
I was a great kisser, excellent even.
But I wasn't sure if I was arguing for my honor or Eva's as she drifted closer, her body nearly brushing mine, making my skin tingle all over.
"Prove it, then," she whispered, so quietly that I lip-read the words more than heard them under the thrum of the bass.
I didn’t move, didn't dare to breathe too deeply for fear of breaking the moment between us. “What do you mean?”
The question didn't really need an answer, not with Eva's eyes locked on mine like she wanted to eat me.
Was this a bad idea?Abso-fucking-lultely.
