Bea Paige

“No.” Now his eyes clash with mine, and I swallow hard at the determination I see swimming in the grey-green depths of them. He was always my protector. Always. He seems to be reverting back to that role tonight and a large part of me likes it. Wants it. Needs it, actually.

I watch with a cry trapped in my throat as Dax locks eyes with me then sucks York’s glistening fingers into his mouth

Believe me, Pen, we’ve all been jacking off to thoughts of you. We’ve been doing it for years now.”