I let my gaze rake over every inch of her nakedness, to think of watching a video record of us loving her, claiming her together, seeing—as many times as we wished—the moment our collars changed color… “f**k, yes,” I growled, whipping off my shirt. My c**k was eager to be free of my uniform pants.
“Now?” she questioned, although she knew the answer.
While I sensed Niklas’s anger at her being touched, seen or pleasured by another male, the turn of her lips and the lighthearted feeling emanating from Lucy had me c*****g my head to the side.
“Now. We shall record the claiming and save it just for us,” Niklas said in his deep, diplomatic voice. He stood, scooping Lucy up in his arms as he carried her to her bed, set her upon it. He took off her shoes and socks and worked her black pants dow
