Greg's jaw clenched, his hunger turning feral. It wasn't just about devouring her—it was about Duncan watching, powerless, seething, as Cammy unraveled beneath his touch.
He wanted Duncan to see how she surrendered, how she drowned in pleasure only he could give her. He wanted Duncan to feel the burn of helpless jealousy as he realized—Cammy belonged to Greg in this moment. Completely. Entirely.
And fuck, that thought alone made Greg even harder.
Cammy fought to keep her moans restrained, biting her lip so hard she nearly drew blood. She knew how to stay quiet—she had mastered the art of silence in this very room for years.
But that was with Duncan.
Being devoured by Greg was something else entirely.
