I’m moving faster, pleading for more. He pushes against me again and again as my cries get higher and more desperate, his brow creased as he focuses entirely on me. He slips his hand underneath the shorts Gabe lent me, cursing when I soak his hand. His fingers find my clit and rub, gentle circles and then harder, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure through me as my eyes roll back.
“Come, Harper,” he barks, and he pinches my clit between his fingers.
I’m fucking flying.
The feel of Rogue’s fingers, his heat pushing hard against my entrance, scoring me through the damp material is enough to tip me over the edge. Shuddering, I cry out in ecstasy, gripping his hair tightly as he buries his face in my neck, somehow avoiding my collar to draw rasping, long licks along my jawline, nipping at the underside of my chin. There are fireworks in my eyes and my vision stutters as the feeling rips through my body like I’m falling off a cliff. Rogue groans underneath me as he pushes up one more time, additional wetness coating me through his pants.
Panting, I let my head fall down, nuzzling his shoulder as my vision starts to clear. My body trembles with the aftershocks of what we’ve just experienced, little shivers up and down my spine. Rogue strokes me gently, murmuring soothing words in my ear as I pull myself together. Moving slightly, I become aware of the mess I’ve made on him and pull back in mortification.
“Oh, gods,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry.”
What the fuck was that? I just climbed my new alpha, who I metyesterday, like a swing set. They’re definitely going to send me back.
I try to pull away from Rogue, but his hand is still wound in my hair. He tugs it lightly, refusing to let me turn away and I lift my gaze up. He’s going to be so angry with me.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asks ruefully. “I’m the one who lost control.” He gestures with his free hand at the mess between us. Frowning, I look down.
“I didn’t realise it would be…I’ve never…” I can feel my face flushing as his mouth opens slightly in surprise.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asks me gently.
Shaking my head, I give up on trying to move away and instead hide my burning face in his shoulder, sucking in deep breaths of his fresh scent to try and clear my head. No, I’ve never had an orgasm. Omegas can’t come on their own; we need an alpha for that.
My legs clench around him when he suddenly rises from his seat. I squeak in surprise as he strides out of the kitchen, taking me with him as he holds my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms tight around his neck. I glimpse an open plan living area with a large television and soft brown comfortable couches that I really want to curl up in before he pushes a door open and his scent fills my nose. This must be his bathroom.
I hold onto him tightly as he bends down, and I hear water running. My ass touches something, and I realize he’s propped me up on a counter. He doesn’t move away though, studying my face intently. Biting my lip, I glance up at him hesitantly, but I don’t have anything to lose.
“Please don’t send me back.” It’s a whisper.
A flash of shock flits across his emerald eyes and I brace myself for the worst. “We’re not sending you back, sweetheart.” His voice is firm, no hesitation, and a little thrill of happiness runs through me.
“You’re not?” I ask hopefully.
He runs his hands gently through my hair and I lean into his touch. He makes me feel so safe. From the moment I met him. It feels like nothing can possibly hurt me with Rogue here.
“Definitely not,” he says with a small groan. “But we do need to talk. I understand that your instincts will push you to respond to us in ways that seem strange. Ours are doing the same thing.” He thinks for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“The last thing that we want to do is to make you uncomfortable in any way. If you want something to happen, then that’s fine. As long as it’s something thatyouwant.”
His words warm me from the inside out. Consent is fucking sexy when you’re an omega and at the mercy of your instincts.
I think I’d like to pretend that whatever the hell just happened definitely never ever happened. But also, it feltamazing. I want to do it again. Possibly a lot, so…
“Did you like it?” I ask him shyly. A smile pulls at my lips as his face transforms, a slow grin pulling across his features. “You’re a temptress,” he tells me sternly, but his eyes dance with laughter.
I decide to just go for it. “Can we do it again?”
He stares at me in shock for a moment before throwing his head back in a booming laugh. Rejection runs through me and I pull myself back. My lip trembles slightly and I bite it to stop the movement.
What are these fuckingfeelings? My emotions feel like a damned rollercoaster.
Rogue picks up on it immediately, his laughter cutting off.
“Hey. Slow down and wait a second.” His tone is soothing as he rubs his cheek over mine, the slight stubble of his jawline rasping deliciously against my skin. I can’t help but preen at the blatant scent marking.
“Yes, I want to do that again. In fact, I’d like to do that over and over again with you, and maybe some other things as well.”
“Oh.” I can feel the heat spreading up my face and probably coming out of my ears like steam, even as my core twitches in interest and my breathing speeds up slightly.
