Possession was, as they said, nine-tenths of the law. And Teddy felt like he was the one winning on possession here. After all, he was the one with a hand on the omega's dick, stroking it, and it was Teddy's hardening length that Cain was pressing back against.

"Bet you want opened up on my cock," he whispers in Cain's ear, stroking the man. But his eyes? His eyes are on Billy, glaring right back at him.