There was something else, something that made Carmela's stomach twist with an emotion she didn't want to name.
Cassius's gaze.
He was watching Joy with an intensity that made Carmela's chest tighten.
His eyes were dark, focused, utterly absorbed in the woman who was taking him into her mouth with such fervent dedication.
He wasn't even looking at her.
He was only looking at Joy.
And Carmela realized, with a start, that she was jealous.
She had avoided this task. She had pushed it onto Joy with every excuse she could find—her fangs, her inexperience, her role as merely a supporter.
But watching Joy's lips stretched around his cock, hearing the wet sounds of her sucking, seeing the way Cassius's eyes devoured her—
Carmela wanted it too.
She wanted to taste him.
She wanted to feel his weight on her tongue, the heat of him filling her mouth, the salt and sweetness of his pre-cum coating her throat.
Carmela couldn't hold back anymore.
