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“Why act surprised? You were the one who told me to take a picture. It would be a shame to hoard such a pretty sight to myself.”

“They’d probably be a little upset cause you made me cry,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“You’re probably right,” I nod. “They’d likely say something about how I shouldn’t push you so hard. But then I’d tell them about how you practically begged me to show you this side of myself. And then do you know what they’d do?”

I lean down so we’re at eye level.

“What?”

“Every single one of them would jerk off to it, counting down the hours until I brought you home.”

Bathed in warm sunlight, her dress askew and her most vulnerable parts on display for me, she looks like a dream.

I reach down between her thighs, collecting her slick on my fingers.

“You love it,” I growl. “The idea of being on display, being something I get to show off to the others, being something we all covet.”

“Maybe,” she gasps.

I suck my middle finger into my mouth, tasting her.

“I think this is answer enough,” I chuckle, pressing my index finger against her lips and painting them glossy with her own essence. “But I want to keep this version of you to myself a little bit longer.”

Her tongue darts out to gently lick at my fingertip.

“Possessive, huh?”

“Yes, very much so.” I cup the back of her neck before my hands tangle in her hair at the base of her skull. “I’m happy you have a pack. The others care for and support you in ways I’m less equipped to... but that means that when you’re in my domain and I’m offering you what I can give you, you belong to me.”

“Okay,” she breathes out. “I’m cool with that.”

My lips quirk up at her casual acceptance.

Using the hold I have on her hair, I direct her to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and press her against it.

“What—what are you doing? What if people see?”

“Let them,” I growl, reaching out and gliding my fingers through her slick folds. With her body at an angle like this, she’s too tempting.

I keep to myself that the windows all have a reflective coating to prevent people from seeing in. It’s mostly to reduce air conditioning costs by letting less sun in through the windows, but it serves the added benefit of making Andi feel like she’s on display. A feeling that seems to turn her on immensely.

I do wish I could see what she looks like from the other side, tits pressed up against the glass. I’ll just have to ask one of the others to fuck her up against a shower wall while I watch, so I can get a similar sort of effect.

“You like the idea of your rawest, neediest form being seen and still accepted, still loved, don’t you?”

Shit. Where did that word come from?

Love.

It’s too soon.

But is it? We’ve spent so much time fighting for her. I’m sure Beck, Leo, and Eli are already in love with her, considering the fact that they’ve spent so much more time with her than I have. I just don’t think they’ve said it to her yet.

Who wouldn’t fall in love with her? The more time I spend, the harder it becomes to imagine a world where someone isn’t consumed by how wonderful she is to be around. I don’t just think that because she let me bend her over my desk and spank her, either. I’ve felt this way this for a while, now.

“Yes,” she gasps, dragging me from my thoughts. “I do, okay?”

I land a light swat on her ass.