Page 90 of Over My Dead Body


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At the very least, I knew she had taste. Though Cameo and I hadn't ever explored a sexual connection with each other, my attraction to Indigo was well documented.

And Joon? Well, if he’d stop pussy-footing around the issue, I'd want him to have a bite that matched Eva's before this thing was over.

"What do you need the money for, though? From what I can tell, you make a good enough living from your?—”

"Oh, you're afan, are you?" Eva interrupted with a smirk, eyeing me across the table in a way that made my tie feel too tight. "You don't seem like the type to be into girlfriend bait."

Did it just get hot in here?

"Well, I—I mean I don't usually?—"

I wasn't embarrassed that I'd indulged in watching Eva's content after we met, especially since I was pretty certain that the entire pack had been quietly funding her ever since. But something in the way that omega’s eyes sparkled, like suddenly Eva was the one in control of this conversation, made me feel uneasy.

And when I was uneasy, I wanted to regain control,quickly.

Except, I'd committed to myself that I wasn't going to rush this. A complicated choice made worse with every tease, sharpening my desire to bend her over the table in her little pink dress and spank my pretty little omega cumslut until her pussy was dripping onto my polished floors.

For fuck sakes, I was a grown ass man, and this girl was throwing me like I was a freshly presented alpha that hadn't learned a strip of self-control.

My phone buzzed, offering me an excuse to center myself, and I took it. "Sorry, one moment…" I muttered, freeing the device from my pocket to look at the screen.

Cameo

Evadatenight.mp4

Before I could consider the consequences of my actions, I clicked the video, instantly grateful that my phone was on mute as a pair of familiar blue eyes filled the screen from her position on her knees on the floor. The cuts were fresher now, trickles of blood escaping towards her bare thighs. Black mascara tracked down her cheeks as she vigorously sucked Cameo's cock—ever so slightly off camera—her hands behind her back in complete and total submission as the alpha fucked her face.

"It's okay, Marcus," Eva whispered, entirely oblivious to what I had in my hand as her foot slid up my calf under the table.

My cock hardened so fast that it was nearly painful, knot swelling as I fought to keep my attention on the very real woman sitting across from me at the table.

I glanced up at her, and she smiled, batting her long lashes. Not a trace of her ruined makeup from the video to be seen.

She must've redone her whole face.

"You know I like to watch. And being watched," she continued, keeping her voice low as she leaned forward to give me a look down the front of her dress. "Your secret is safe with me. Go on, what's your favorite part? You seem like you'd be into the fuck machine."

"I—uh—" I started, eyes falling back to the image in my hand with a not-so-subtle shift in my chair in a positively desperate bid to relieveanyof the tension in my throbbing cock. "Fuck."

Eva adjusted as the alpha pheromones hit her, drawing my eyes to her plush, smirking lips. "Joon?"

"No," I answered, too sharply, sneaking another look at the screen. "It's?—"

Eva pulled off Cameo's cock with a string of saliva still connecting them, tongue lolling out to rest against her lower lip. Cameo's skeletally tattooed fingers wrapped around his shaft as she waited, slapping his head against her cheek and tongue as he jerked himself off, making her tremble.

Or, no—Eva wasn’t trembling. She was riding Cameo’s laced boot.

It wasn't long until he came, splattering her face with cum. Thick opalescent fluid dripped from her lips and chin, Eva’s pink tongue flicking to lick it away.

I put my phone face down on the tabletop, taking several long, deep breaths to steady myself.

"I didn't think so," the omega said with a knowing giggle. "You know, you don't have to do all of this just to fuck me, Marcus. I signed that deal. My pussy belongs to you."

It took every single stitch of self-control that I had to my name to keep me in my chair, downing my alcohol-free beverage as though it would do anything to assuage the urges, making it hard to think clearly.

"You said it would be easier if we treated you like any omega joining our pack. I promised you that I would court you, and that is what I intend to do."

CHAPTER 27