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His eyes blaze with a mix of lust and something unspoken, igniting another painful cramp. With him this close, I can’t conceal the wince.
“Preheat,” he whispers, his pupils dilating with desire, yet he’s remarkably composed. “You want to know what’s in the folder?”
“Yes, I think I do,” I reply, mustering up more bravado than I feel.
Still clutching the phone, he steps between my legs, nudging himself closer. He hands me the phone, opening the folder for me.
It’s far more revealing than just risqué photos.
“Oh.” I blush, feeling the heat in my cheeks as he places the phone in my palm.
Leaning in, he whispers, “I wasn’t going to show you these because they are not just of me.” He groans softly, tilting his head to watch my reaction as I scroll through the photos.“Consent, sweet Seraphina, is everything. Now, you get to tell Ashton what you found.”
I find photos of them, images of limbs entwined and tongues tangling. My breath escapes me in a hushed exhale. “There’s a video.”
“Watch it,” Ashton suddenly instructs, startling me into a small squeak.
I whip my head toward him, stunned. When did they arrive? Avery and Max are nowhere in sight, but Ashton methodically removes his cap, scarf, and coat, each item dropping to the floor in a deliberate sequence.
An unfamiliar sensation starts building within me, a slick warmth that drips down over my body like warm milk, as I shift my gaze between him and Devlin. Overwhelmed and unsure, I push the phone back into Devlin’s hands.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he counters, swiftly unlocking the phone again.
Ashton slides closer to Devlin, his head tilted and eyes brimming with curiosity. “We could just show her.”
“What?” The word barely escapes my lips, my eyes darting from the phone to them. Could he really mean what I think he means?
Devlin’s lips curve into a roguish smile as he turns to Ashton. “Or” —he glances sidelong at me— “we could put this on the home theater and watch.”
I open my mouth to speak, but another cramp interrupts, this one so intense it demands my full attention. Wave after wave of heat courses through me. I lean heavily onto Devlin’s shoulder, breathing through the pain, feeling a rush of slickness building inside, poised on the edge of release.
When it does, it unleashes an aroma of molasses and sugar, soaking through my panties and pants. In a reflexive attempt toclose my legs, I inadvertently trap Devlin between them, finding myself in a situation that’s both unexpected and revealing.
Ashton’s whisper breaks through the tension. “I think she wants to be dinner.”
Devlin, his hand entwined in my hair, tilts my head back with a firm pull. The man of composure I’m familiar with is now gone, overtaken by an alpha driven by primal need. “I agree. Let’s get the others. It’s time to eat,” he commands, his voice echoing with authority and desire.
My lips part, but the cramp persists, demanding they fulfill my every desire. The moan that escapes me leaves no doubt about what I want.
Devlin’s nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, his pupils dilating as he gazes down at me. He holds me in place, ensuring that when the others enter the kitchen, I fix my gaze forward. A wild thrill surges through me at this display of dominance.
I wet my lips in anticipation.
“What’s for dinner—” Avery’s voice cuts off mid-sentence, and I hear his sharp intake of breath. “Are you the dinner, sugar?”
“She is, but I’m not sure she’s in control,” Devlin observes, his voice a low murmur.
I’m certainly not in control, not right now.
“You know,” Avery chimes in, a playful lilt in his voice, “I once laid her bare on a table at the castle. I was just as famished then as I am now, and all my packmates envied me for having her as my midnight snack, which, of course, I told them about in full, explicit detail.”
Avery’s words ignite a wave of heat within me, my heart racing and my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. I try to stifle a whimper, but it escapes my lips as the cramp intensifies.
“If someone doesn’t make me come now,” I begin, my voice husky with burgeoning need, “then I’m going to be really upset.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” Devlin responds, his tone playful yet laced with desire. His hands move from restraining me to grasping my shirt. With a swift, decisive tug, he rips it off, tossing it carelessly aside. His gaze lingers on my chest, taking in the lace that barely conceals my breasts.
I feel a gentle tug from behind as my bra is unclasped. Devlin wastes no time sliding it down my arms, leaving me exposed to his intense gaze.
