Page 108 of The Rogues

But the tension in Vicious Velvet is obvious. Despite the original plan, Josie hasn’t been able to speak with Cleo about the situation. Besides meetings and performances, Cleo has gone radio silent on her, and I can see the strain it has taken on my omega. It makes me frustrated for her, especially when Josie refuses to feel any kind of anger towards the situation. Instead, she adopts placid sadness, waiting patiently for her best friend to meet her halfway.

My blood boils from the entire situation. Josie deserves to have a little bit of rage at the situation, but instead she is patient. Solemn. The way she’s reacting shows me just how much Josie doesn’t deserve this cold shoulder she’s been given, not when she hasn’t done anything wrong.

Still, we find moments of happiness. Josie is relaxed much more often now, her nest doing wonders for her mental health. She comes back from her performances with a huge smile on her face, her scent blooming tenfold.

It’s nice having all of us together. The longer it goes on, the more it feels real. And I can’t help but feel a little bit proud of this new group dynamic we are building.

I come out of my thoughts and look around at my pack. It’s early, and we’re en route to Burlington for our next show. The bus bumps around slightly, but for the most part, the journey is smooth and relaxing, especially with Josie in my arms. The whole lot of us are in her nest, sleeping soundly with the curtain closed. Josie lies on my chest on one side while Jamie is snoring on my other, his back right against my side as he hugs Malaki into his body. Remi and Lennon are on the outskirts, their bodies touching the walls of the bus.

The scents in this part of the bus are exceptionally strong, but there’s an extra dose of arousal in it this morning that perks me right up. I squeeze Josie’s shoulder, pulling her closer as her leg moves over mine. Then, she does what I least expect and starts to grind herself on me, her pussy sliding over my thigh in tiny movements. She moans, and the sound makes me bite my knuckle, completely on edge as she continues to grind against me in her sleep.

Her champagne scent heightens, and all of my pack mates’ noses wrinkle with the awareness of it. Remi stirs awake first, turning to see us with a sleepy smirk on his face. By the lack of snores that follow, I realize that the others are waking up, almost like they know our omega is doing something that they want to be privy to. Jamie rubs his eyes, Malaki turns around looking like he wants to go back to sleep before he takes in a good inhale and jerks up, looking for the source.

Lennon wakes up slower, but his eyes widen when he looks over at us. “Holy fu⁠—”

Josie’s breath hitches and then her body freezes, suddenly aware of her surroundings and that she was grinding against me unconsciously. Her eyes open and then she looks up at me, her eyelashes fluttering. “S-sorry,” she whispers, embarrassment coating on top of her delicious aroused scent.

“Please don’t be,” I say, tilting her head up more so I can peck her lips. “Seems like we’ve been leaving you wanting, huh, Omega? How about we take care of that?”

I can feel her swallow against my chest. “You don’t have to⁠—”

“But we want to, Bubbles,” Malaki says as he sits up and peers over.

An omega whine escapes and we all move into action. Remi climbs over Jamie and Malaki and forces himself into the spot between Josie and Lennon. Josie gasps at the sudden movement, but it’s cut off as Remi closes the gap between them, kissing her like he won’t be able to function without it.

Her slick soaks her knickers, and I move to discard them. We’re all already stripped down to minimal material, and once I toss the wet panties aside, it’s easy to touch her right where she wants.

“Our omega needs us,” I tell them, an edge of alpha dominance in my tone. “And we’re going to give it to her, aren’t we?”

Jamie moans, his mouth parted as he looks at the display between Remi and Josie. I bite my lip, loving how much he enjoys this, how much he loves sharing. It’s exactly how I feel when Malaki and I are using him, and that feeling is tenfold as we all take a step back to let Remi have his moment with our girl.

“I’m going to take you first, baby,” Remi whispers into her ear and a whimper slides up her throat. “And after you’re done showing our pack how well you take me, when you’re dripping and full of me, you’re going to take them, too.”

Josie bites her lip, and her barely contained excitement sends a shock of energy to my cock. “Well, get to it then, Alpha,” she taunts.

“Brat,” I whisper, which she hears because her scent flows through the small cabin, enticing all of us with its allure.

“She is a brat,” Remi agrees. “I fucking love it.”

He enters her then, not giving her time to adjust as he hits home. The sound of slick hits my ears as their bodies move together and their soft sighs harmonize with every pull.

“Fuck,” Josie whispers, her mouth agape as she stares at Remi’s face twisting in pleasure. Her fingers find his neck and trail up into his long locks, squeezing them so hard he groans into her kiss. He changes positions, sitting up and placing his hands on the backs of her thighs, bending her back so he can elongate his thrusts. The change is instant, the energy thrumming in the air, and our omega’s cries heighten, breathy sounds escaping every time he hits that spot inside of her.

I fight the urge to stroke myself over my boxers to get relief from the display of pure intimacy in front of me.

He slows his pace, dragging himself out of her to the tip and then plunging back in with control, over and over again, until she’s whimpering. “Please,” she whispers.

“Please what, baby?” he asks with a cocky grin on his face.

Her hips try to move, to force a faster pace, but he keeps her secure as he holds her thighs.

“That’s not going to work, Omega. You know what you need to do,” he whispers to her, his hips keeping the controlled pace. “Give me what I want.”

“Please, Remi, fuck.”

She immediately starts begging, her pleas filling the space. He grins at her, a wicked tilt in his lips as he nods his approval. “That’s it, baby. You’re so pretty when you beg.” Then his thrusts build in speed and strength, and Josie’s moans grow with each drag of his cock inside her.

“Please come inside me,” she moans. “Fill me up. Please, Alpha. I need it.”