Lillian′s POV:
I imagined mating to Nick before, but not like this.
I curl my hands together, striking a look at Nick, who sat on the other side of the bed. His head tilts to the side and glance at me, but he didn’t say anything.
“So, are ya’ll going to do this or what?” Emma question, kicking her feet up and down. She reaches for a chip inside the bag, and it crunches between her teeth. “I’m getting bored,” she sang.
“Well, how the f**k are we supposed to mate while you lay there eating chips!” Nick snaps.
Emma gasps dramatically, oily fingers pressing against her chest. She sat upward and smirked, “What? Got performance issue, Alpha?”
“Get out.”
“I don’t mind. This isn’t my first time watching someone, you know.”
He glares at me.
“Well-” she scoffs. Emma threw her bag
