The Alpha I shouldn't crave
"Show me."
Jenna pulled the shirt up slowly, revealing her smooth skin and the breasts I'd marked as mine, her nipples already hard, and she circled one with her finger while maintaining eye contact through the screen. "I've been thinking about you all day, about your hands on me, your mouth—"
"Touch yourself," I commanded, my own hand sliding down to palm my growing erection through my jeans. "Let me see what's mine."
She obeyed, the phone angling down to show her fingers sliding between her thighs, already glistening wet, and she moaned as she circled her clit. "God, Damon, I wish this was you."