And then his hand is gone. I gasp and grunt in frustration, my orgasm clawing its way to the surface but unable to break free. The pressure in my lower belly is almost painful with my pent-up release.
Rogue chuckles and slides his hand down my thigh, lifting my top leg and guiding it to rest over his. This way, I’m opened up for him, giving him more access.
“That’s it, baby, goddamn, you need to come, don’t you?”
“So bad,” I respond, my voice nothing but a breathy whimper.
Rogue slowly eases his finger into my entrance, just that little bit stretching me deliciously. “Jesus, so tight,” he grunts, sliding another inch inside me.
I clench around him, coating his hand in my juices as he starts to fingerfuck me in a steady rhythm. He grinds the palm of his hand down on my little bundle of nerves, keeping me right on the edge, the pure bliss amplified by the slight sting of being stretched. God, what’s it going to feel like when he fucks me for real? The thought has me thrusting my hips forward, trying to get him deeper.
There’s an intense pressure building low in my belly, throbbing outward with each steady stroke. The storm rages outside, but it’s nothing compared to what’s stirring deep in my core. I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling him toward me, letting him know I’m here with him and want this so, so bad.
He groans and sinks his teeth into my exposed shoulder, just enough to sting and cause a jolt of lighting to flash through my body, electrifying every inch of me, inside and out.
Rogue adds a second finger, making me cry out with overwhelming pleasure. When he curls his fingers up, hitting some super sensitive spot, my entire body spasms, sending more electricity flowing through my veins.
“Rogue,” I moan. “Rogue…”
I can’t hear, see, or think a single thing as I recklessly barrel toward my orgasm. Every muscle draws up tight as my joints lock, preparing for the onslaught of my release. I hold my breath, the atmosphere growing still, the whole world seemingly lying in wait for my inevitable end.
My orgasm tears through my body like crackling thunder, pleasure breaking me open and vibrating through me. I lose complete control as I pulse and thrash and claw at Rogue’s scalp, digging my fingers into his skin to anchor myself.
He doesn’t stop, not for a second. My orgasm continues to devastate me, to the point I see black dots clouding my vision. I gasp for air, nearly coming again as oxygen fills my lungs. With a final, shuddering breath the last of my release drains from me, leaving my body completely melted against the mattress.
“Holy shit,” I barely manage to whisper as I gulp down air. I’m still trembling, my muscles feeling weak and worn out from how hard I came.
Rogue groans, his fingers still buried deep inside my cunt. Slowly, so slowly, he removes them, a sudden rush of liquid pouring down my thighs. He makes some low, guttural noise, and I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. To my absolute shock, he sucks on his digits, tasting my cream.
“Fucking delicious,” he says in a low growl, those intense eyes never leaving mine. He wants to own me, every drop of passion, every pleasure-filled cry, every orgasm belongs to him, and now we both know it.
“Rogue,” I breathe out as I lay my head back down on his shoulder. “That… that was…” He holds his breath, the tension palpable as he waits for the rest of my thought. “Incredible. Life-altering. I feel…” I sigh and snuggle deeper into his massive chest as he wraps his arms around me. “I feel vulnerable, but in an exciting way. Like I don’t know what’s next, but I don’t care as long as you’re here.”
“I’ll always be here, sweet girl. Always.” He presses his lips to the top of my head as my eyelids grow heavy. He whispers something else sweet and soothing, but I’m already drifting off to sleep.
5
ROGUE
“He’s MIA,” Prez announces over the phone the next morning. I stop pouring the milk for Melodie’s cereal and ask for clarification. “You know who. Vance Calgary. We had tabs on him until a few hours ago.”
The name Vance tastes like copper and cold spit in my mouth. I’ve heard it whispered in the dark corners of the underground for years—a ghost story for people who deal in human lives. But he isn't a ghost. He’s a man. And men can be broken.
“What?” a small, broken voice asks. Dammit, she heard Reaper’s booming voice through the phone. "He's going to come for me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator. "He doesn't like losing things he's paid for."
I look down at my precious Melodie, perched on the counter next to me, looking like a porcelain doll that’s been glued back together one too many times. Her eyes are wide, tracking my every move as I pace the kitchen. The fear from last night is back, vibrating off her in waves, and it makes the beast in my chest howl.
I stop in front of her, stepping back into her space. I take her face in both of my hands, forcing her to look at me. I need her tosee the truth in my eyes. "He can try to come for you. But he’ll have to walk through a goddamn graveyard of his own men to get to this house. And he’ll have to go through me to get to you."
I grab my leather vest from the back of the kitchen chair and slide it on. The weight of the patches, especially the Wicked Riders logo on my back, feels heavier than usual. It’s not just a club anymore. It’s a shield.
"I have to go back to the clubhouse," I say, hating the way her fingers instinctively reach out to snag the hem of my shirt. "Vance isn't just a buyer; he’s a kingpin. If he’s the one running the entire operation, then this isn't just about dismantling an institution. It’s about burning an empire to the ground.”
"Rogue, please," she says, her voice trembling. "Just... don't go. We can leave. We can go somewhere he can't find us."
I lean down and press a hard, lingering kiss to her forehead. "There is nowhere on this earth he can't find you if he’s still breathing, Melodie. I’m going to make sure he stops. The girls will be here soon to sit with you, okay?"
I call Shadow on the way out and he answers on the second ring. "I'm sending Mika back to your house to be with Melodie,” he says before I can even speak. "Athena and Lynx are with her. Prez called church asap.”
