Page 62 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

Was I being rewarded or punished? In either case I was pretty sure I was going to die of cardiac arrest before it was confirmed one way or the other. It felt a hell of a fucking lot like Caden was staking his territory again, but this time he meant business.

I was hard as a fucking rock from Logan squirming all over me.

How the hell had he made her come with just his hand in her shirt? That seemed like forbidden knowledge. I wanted it. Desperately. I wanted to take her apart as easily as he did.

He patted his thigh. “Come here, Logan.”

She crawled over to him and he got her situated between his legs so they were both facing me. Her knees were bent so she wasn’t touching me anymore. I shouldn’t be thinking about how chill it had been, with her feet in my lap and being able to casually touch her. She hadn’t been kidding about getting turned on by fear. I thought maybe it was because of the monster, but apparently horror movies did the trick equally well.

Caden tucked one of her ankles over his calf and trapped it against the couch, hooking her other knee over his. My breathing shallowed. How could leggings and a sweater look so fucking hot on someone? She stared at me with an inferno tucked behind those eyes.

He whispered something in her ear that I didn’t catch over the roar of my blood. She bit her lip and gave a subtle nod. His hands snaked under her sweater and with some shifting around, emerged with her bra, tossing it onto the ground next to the couch before returning his hand under the fabric. I had no idea what fucking magic he was doing under there but Logan made a helpless sound that had my dick jerking hard against my jeans zipper.

Fuck.

I adjusted myself as inconspicuously as I could, which, to be frank, was not inconspicuous at all. His other hand slipped down the front of her leggings and her head dropped back against his shoulder with a squeak and a soft murmur.

Sweet hell, she smelled so good. She was like a wildfire, all heat, that flower and forest scent charring and baking in the flames.

Caden wasn’t looking at me at all, every bit of his attention on Logan, and thank the gods for that because I was enraptured. Part of me whispered that this was kind of a weird situation, but then she lifted her gaze back to me and every potential thought process fizzled right out of my brain.

I wanted to see her.Moreof her, anyway.

This was torture.

There was way too much fabric in the way. My hands itched to reach out and take over, but Caden would throw me off the porch. It would probably be pushing it too far to reach into my jeans and give myself a few strokes to ease off the burning pressure.

Logan shuddered. My gaze fell to her hips. She was gently canting them against Caden’s hand. The leggings were black so it was hard to make out any particular details, but I was pretty sure he was inside her now. He bit at her throat and she released a deep, guttural sound that almost made me come on the spot.

It was so hard to keep my breathing even. I didn’t want to attract Caden’s notice in case he changed his mind. I gripped the couch to minimize the shaking, my muscles twitching with the growing desire to get my hands on her. It was a craving that sizzled my blood.

This wouldn’t be nearly so hard to deal with if that fucking dream hadn’t given me terrible ideas. I should never have imagined her so hot and willing. I should get up and walk away right now, hop in the shower and fuck my fist until I blacked out. But…I wouldn’t be able to smell her in the shower, or hear every perfect gasp and moan she made.

She was looking at me again.

Caden did something annoyingly secret and she bit her lip, her gaze molten and searing. She needed to stop being so fucking tempting. I swayed toward her without meaning to, planting my hands on the couch between her spread ankles.

Everyone paused. I wasn’t touching her, but I was near enough to feel the heat from her body. A low growl rumbled out of Caden. I inched back, breathing hard, but not as hard as Logan when he nipped at her throat and she came again.

So fucking perfect.

It wasn’t fair.

Back up. Caden’s voice filled my head and I scooted farther away.

Please.

I hadn’t meant to think it, let alone broadcast it, but it wasn’t possible to rip it back into my own head and out of his.

He stilled and looked at me.Please, what?

I hesitated. I thought about saying I didn’t mean it, but we both knew that was a lie.You know what.

Caden nuzzled Logan’s cheek, still moving his hands to keep her wiggling and panting. She nodded frantically a half second before seizing in his arms, coming again. Fuck, I was jealous. I wished I were coming right now.

“He wants to touch you,” said Caden, dropping a kiss to her throat. “Should we let him?”

My tongue felt so thick I couldn’t even swallow as I waited for her answer.

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