“Your Omega is telling you he wants to watch,” I say, and she blinks at me. “Owen?” she questions. He sighs and rakes a hand through his messy dirty-blond hair. “Listen, I know I’m the reason we’re not doing anything. But fuck, Piper. I want you. I want to see you come, I want to taste, fuck, lick, worship you, have you worship me. But we can’t right now, so the next best thing is to watch Alexi do that for me.”
