Page 132 of Sweetheart: Part One

I turned on him, eyes narrowed.

“If you don’t want me touching, you should leave.” His fingers walked up my thigh under the blanket.

Lava slid through my veins as I glanced up at him, meeting a pair of blown, feral eyes. I was smothered in caramel brandy, edged with lust, his purr rumbling against my back.

He was telling me I could leave?

I should.

The others were literally in the room right now, and they’d be able to see us, but the thought of moving made my body feel like lead.

I should, though.

Get. Up. Now.

I forced myself to sit up, but the second my back left his chest, his purr stuttered out, the soothing vibrations died in the air. I paused, not looking back, pulse racing as I tried to convince myself to leave.

The emptiness in the air was a weight, a hollowness where that soothing purr had just been.

And then I saw Ebony. He was seated on the other end of the couch, eyes fixed on me, utter fury in them.

I felt the brush of Rook’s touch on my waist. I glanced back to see him twirling a lock of my hair in his fingers. His eyes held mind, full of lust. “How mad do you think he’ll be if I made you come for me onhisnight, Baby Girl?” His voice was low enough it was just for me.

My lips parted, and I suddenly knew the stupid decision I was about to make.

I sunk back down against him, feeling the rumbling purr start in his chest once more.

The movie was still playing. Drake’s attention was stolen by it, but Love glanced at us both with a burning gaze. My stomach fluttered and I felt a challenge rise within me.

Let him watch.

Let him watch his own pack mate want me, while he remained so cold.

Rook shifted so I was positioned right over hisfullyrigid cock. I paused when I felt that, eyes wide, wetness pooling between my legs. His chuckle was low as one hand snaked around my waist, holding me in place as his fingers slipped under the blanket and beneath my dress.

I heard a delighted breath from him as he found how soaked I was, then began circles on my clit.

My breathing hitched instantly, cheeks suddenly flaring red hot as I realised what I’d just agreed to.

And I had no regrets.

He went slow at first until I was wriggling against him again, desperate for more. Then he dipped a finger into me and I had to bite back a moan.

“Sh Baby Girl,” he breathed. “Unless you want every alpha in here staring.”

My eyes scanned the room again. Drake was oblivious, but Love was shooting us occasional looks, as if he wasn’t sure what we were doing. Ebony, on the other hand, was fixated on me. I turned, happy to duck my head into Rook’s chest to ride the rest out, but Rook began circling my clit harder.

“I want you looking at Ebony.” That was an alphas’s command from Rook, so unexpected that I didn’t fight it, eyes snapping open and finding Ebony.

He looked fucking deadly.

“Vex.” Ebony straightened. “Come here.”

I stared at him, teeth biting down on my lip as Rook again switched to driving his finger into me. “She’s not going anywhere,” he said. “You gave up your nights, Ebony. All those evenings, she’s been mine.”

Ebony’s lip curled, and he got to his feet, eyes burning. “It’s my night,” he growled.

Rook re-adjusted, withdrawing his arm from my waist, instead seizing my hair and shifting me forward. I caught myself, hands on his knees as he began circling my clit faster and I almost loosed a whine.

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