Page 61 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

Logan shivered, her scent spiking deliciously as another jump scare jolted her. I breathed her in, the maddening new addition of jasmine mixing with the intoxicating hint of her arousal. She squirmed, her legs gliding over Seth’s lap. His knuckles turned white as he gripped her calf.

I should have told her to trade spots with me, to pause the movie and come to bed, but I didn’t do either. Instead I slipped my hand beneath the blanket and teased the tempting line where her shirt had ridden up. She bit her lip, smothering a gasp at the contact, and Seth slid a questioning glance toward me. I didn’t stop like I normally would have. In almost a dreamlike state, I trailed my fingers up the side of her, and when she tipped her face up to look at me, I laid my hand over her throat. Her squeak of surprise combined with the potent spike of her scent.

Fuck.

I should stop.

My brother was sitting two feet away. He could smell her as well as I could. He knew what was going on in her body.

His fingers flexed against her calf and she groaned. I watched him move up her leg in the tiniest increments, curving over her knee to hold a solid handful of thigh. Logan was shaking, herown fingers holding on to my jeans for dear life. Neither of us made any move to tell him to stop touching her. She gazed up at me with pleading eyes, deep as the ocean and filled with a longing she wasn’t putting into words.

I stroked my thumb over her cheek, over her soft bottom lip. Her tongue darted out to lick the tip and I hooked it into her mouth. She let out another perfect gasp of surprise and curled her tongue around my invading digit. My other hand came up to play with her hair.

She was so perfect. Sweet and yielding to every pleasure.

Logan rolled from her side and onto her back. Her gaze locked on me, and Seth’s fingers grazed the inside of her thigh with the change of position. He was absolutely silent, his breathing forcibly smooth and level, despite the pounding of his heart that was so loud to me I could hear it where I sat.

The movie blurred out of my attention, and all that remained was the heat in Logan’s gaze. I slipped my hand back to her throat and she tipped her head to give me a better grip. Seth sucked in a sharp breath at that. I had the massively inappropriate thought that I could turn and pull her into my lap, peel off every item of clothing and spread her open so Seth could see everything but touch nothing. The compulsion burned deep and it took every ounce of fortitude not to do just that.

Part of me was curious if Logan would object to any part of that fantasy. She’d stop anything I started if she wasn’t enjoying herself. I trusted her fully to know and understand her limits, and it was easy enough for me to pick up on her being genuinely uncomfortable.

I trailed my fingertips down, letting the maddening compulsion guide me. I slipped right into the neck of her shirt and under the cup of her bra. Her eyes were so wide, her pupils flared as she made a helpless sound. I didn’t look up just yet,focusing on the tease and tweak of her nipple until she lost control of her squirming.

“Caden?” She gasped out my name and her eyes lit with confusion, but she still arched into my hand and moaned.

I spared a glance to Seth and he looked surprisingly similar to Logan with his pupils dilated, a rush of confusion and desire painting his features. I focused back on Logan. It was so easy to ruin her. I kept up exactly what I was doing, moving slowly and methodically, knowing every tweak pulled her closer to the edge. I could yank her over that edge in a couple of heartbeats if I put my mouth on her right now, but this was more fun.

We’d never played while having someone watch. We’d talked about it. Between the movie and Seth being right there, she was as keyed up as if I’d already taken her apart.

Logan gave a telltale whimper. Her body twitched and squirmed, and I continued teasing. She arched up, muscles tensing, a pitiful little cry falling from her lips.

I waited for her to settle and looked down at her. “Do you want him to stay?”

Her gaze flickered to Seth for a second. She nodded softly.

“Use your words. Tell us what you want, Logan.”

“But…” she said softly, “what doyouwant?”

“I want to give you what you’re looking for. What it’s pretty obvious you’rebothlooking for, but with boundaries.” I glanced at my brother. “What do you want, Seth?”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t think I should say that out loud.”

I could hear the uptick of Logan’s heart rate as my senses focused onto her.

“Tensions are high,” I said. “I’m willing to play to a point.”

Neither of them moved, and the air felt thick.

Logan’s bottom lip quivered. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” She reached out, setting delicate fingertips against my chest.

“If I ask you to do something, assume I’m okay with it,” I said. “If Seth wants to stay or go, he’s free to. You know how to hit pause or end things entirely if something isn’t to your liking.”

Both watched me with an intense silence. It was probably a terrible idea to have offered. I knew Seth wanted her and I knew she would react to him, whether she noticed it or not. Hopefully we could take the edge off without making shit weird.

“If either of you don’t want to, say so now. If you stick around, I can only assume it’s because you want to.”

Logan was exquisite, watching me with her lips slightly parted and her eyes still wide. I never got to show off how perfect she was when she came apart, and sure, maybe part of me was feeling petty even though Seth had been honest with me. He could want, he could see, but she wouldn’t touch him and he wouldn’t touch her without my go-ahead.

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