Derrick's POV
I expected Marcus to say it. I knew they all wanted to fuck Nathan—I could see it in their eyes, in the way they devoured him with their gazes, hungry and lustful. And yet, the thought of it made something ugly twist inside me. I didn't want anyone else to have him.
"Yes, Derrick, why don't you fuck him here? Let's hear how he moans your name," Alpha Austin suggested, barely paying attention as he thrust into the slave riding his lap.
Yes, I wanted to fuck Nathan. I had been dying to since the sexual display started, but I didn't want to fuck him like this. I wanted privacy.
They thought they could have him. That he was just another body to be shared. They were wrong. But I had to play this carefully, hide how much I hated the idea of their hands on him.
