So I did the petty thing and leaned into Benji.
Not because I trusted him more or because I needed him, even if I did. But because Vinny was watching, because his voice still carried that edge of authority even when he wasn't intending on using it, and because spite had always been one of my more reliable coping mechanisms.
Benji inhaled softly as his arm wrapped around me.
“There you go,” Benji murmured. “On your terms.”
Vinny stiffened behind me.
“So, you’re going to fuck him in my bed?” Vinny said, annoyed.
I looked over my shoulder and started to nod, then an idea dawned.
Sitting up, I turned my full attention to Vinny before signing,watch us.
It wasn’t that I wanted to venture into some voyeuristic day dream, but I wanted Vinny to snap.
Well, maybewantwas too strong of a word.
I needed to prove that he was just like Logan. That when push came to shove, he’d take what he wanted. I needed concrete proof that Vinny was bad, because after yesterday, I was starting to fall for him.
And while that felt logical—between the pack, the babies, the safety—I couldn’t risk being trapped, or hurt, or owned by an alpha who would eventually decide my no didn’t matter.
If I just pushed him enough, he’d snap, that’s all I had to do.
“Sweetheart, I don’t give a single fuck if you call the rest of the pack in here for a morning orgy and kick me out, but, I’m not watching you fuck my beta inmybed,” Vinny growled.
I swallowed hard and licked my lips.
“Pl…ea…se.” The word scratched like sandpaper on its way out and I kicked myself for ever going silent.
Vinny didn’t move.
Didn’t grab me. Didn’t growl. Didn’t pin me down or surge forward or do any of the things my body had braced itself for.
Instead, he slowly exhaled, rolled his eyes, and carefully shifted so his injured shoulder wasn’t jostled. One hand came up, not to touch me, but to brace against the headboard behind my shoulder, giving me space even as his presence loomed.
“Fine,” he said flatly.
He looked unimpressed and I wondered if he thought I wouldn’t follow through. But I would. I was going to follow through so hard.
Benji's hand slipped up my dress, inching up my thigh before he rolled me over.
I gasped as my back hit the sheets. Benji hovered above me, gaze molten as he dragged his fingers along the sensitive crease where thigh met hip.
I should have been focused on Benji, but from the corner of my eye, I watched Vinny. He didn’t move, just watched us looking completely unimpressed.
Whatever.
I was having sex and he wasn’t.
“I’ve got you,” Benji whispered, his lips ghosting over mine as his hand slid under the hem of my dress, rough fingertips teasing the edge of my thigh.
I was soaked already, damn it, and they both knew it. But only one of them seemed to care. Which was good? Or bad? I wasn’t sure.
But now I wanted Vinny to pay attention to me.
Benji kissed me as his hand slid higher, and I groaned into his mouth when his fingers brushed the damp seam of my panties.