“Dom,” Beau says in a strained, rough voice. His knees inside mine nudge me open further until my thighs strain and I’m all but dripping onto the floor. He tilts me toward Dom like a virgin sacrifice. An offering to our king. But the golden eyes don’t lift. He turns another page. Shame tangles around my lust, spicy and barbed, as Beau’s chest vibrates. The sound he lets out is suspiciously like a growl.
