"Francine, what's wrong?" Jacob asked, wiping away her tears with his thumb.
"I missed you. But that man... Marco... I think I made him..." Unable to voice the words, she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, hoping Jacob would understand her implication.
"c*m? Your feeding on him made him c*m, didn't it? Dave, you knew this would happen, didn't you? How many people do you secretly feed off and give them a good time then? Behind Francine's back... don't you think she had a right to know that part of it??" Jacob snapped, holding her tight against his chest and turning her away from Dave protectively.
She hated seeing her mates fight, but Jacob was only voicing the thoughts she'd been having, and she wanted to know the answer. She had a right to know those things, and Jacob was right about t
