“Where do you think you’re going?” “I want to see,” she said, shocking me even further. “What?” I spluttered. “I didn’t get to see before,” she whined, her omega coming to the fore. “You were behind me.” Her eyes were fixed on my blanket-covered crotch like she was hoping to develop x-ray vision. “Yeah, Lars.” Easton leaned back against the wall with a shit-eating grin. “Give us a little show.”
