Emma’s POV
The door swings open and Sarah steps in, eyebrows raised, arms folded. “So… what kind of ‘request’ does the Alpha have that needs me back in here?”
Richard doesn’t even look at me. His eyes are locked on Sarah, dark and hungry.
“A very special one,” he says. “I want to watch my mate and her best friend finish what they started earlier. Strip each other. Touch each other. Make each other come. Right here, right now, while I watch every second.”
Sarah’s lips part on a soft exhale. She glances at me; eyes bright, cheeks already pink, and I nod, heat flooding me from my chest straight between my legs.
Richard settles into the big leather chair behind his desk like a king on a throne, legs spread, arms resting on the armrests. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
That’s all it takes.
