After dragging myself home, exhausted and still buzzing from the day's chaos, I waved Hellen off with a tired smile. Ivory approached immediately, her sharp eyes narrowing as she studied my flushed cheeks.
"Why is your face so red, Emily? You look like you've been running a marathon."
"Nothing," I lied quickly, my voice barely steady.
Can I really tell her I fingered myself in a haze of need and came hard, right there in the open, moaning Hellen's name? Not to her—especially not after she pinned me in the bathtub last time, her hands everywhere, drawing out my release like it was hers to command.
They were invading my private space relentlessly, pushing boundaries with touches that lingered too long, whispers that made my skin heat. Explicit, unapologetic.
Should I be offended? Part of me screamed yes—they were alphas, dominant and presumptuous.
But I wasn't.
Not really.
A traitorous thrill stirred instead. No, I am not an exhibitionist!
