Page 133 of The Rogues

He curses under his breath as he licks me, his mouth torturing the exact spot I had in mind. He takes a few more minutes to tease me before his teeth sink into my flesh, and he moans around the wound as it secures us together.

I push him onto his back when he pulls his teeth out and immediately go for his stomach, my teeth begging to be in there for the rest of our lives. His abs are tight, ready, and my teeth puncture one of them on instinct. He lets out a moan that sends shivers down my spine, his head flying back as he holds my head steady.

A dash of royal blue and sparkling moonlight rushes through me. There’s the silliness that I recognize, the bravery and extroverted nature that Malaki is known for, but there is also a tiny hint of vulnerability that I don’t expect as our bonds meet. It’s timid and beautiful, the softness beneath a lifetime of flashy humor to cover up the one thing he’s always been afraid of: being alone.

I hug him, the emotion hitting me so hard that tears spring to my eyes. He responds with just as much feeling, his hands clutching me. Somewhere in the bond, I can feel a soothing from Cyrus to both of us, a soft undercurrent that’s keeping our emotions just level enough to keep above water. Malaki and I look at each other, and it’s like we’re seeing the real pieces of ourselves in each other for the very first time.

“I love you, Omega,” Malaki murmurs. “Thank you for coming into our lives. Thank you for giving us this gift.”

“I feel complete,” I whisper.

He wipes away a tear from my eyes. “Me, too.”

Malaki turns me to our beta, who is sitting there gnawing at his lip. When I try to crawl to Jamie, he attempts to redirect me to Lennon. I give him a confused look before he smiles and kisses my forehead. “Our bond won’t last forever, so I want to give it a chance to last as long as it possibly can before we have to redo it.”

My heart skips, and I caress his face. “No matter when it happens, I will be waiting for it. The exact second it fades, I want your teeth back in me no matter where we are or who we’re with.”

He groans, relenting as he pulls me to him. He moves my hair from my neck, admiring Cyrus’s mark before fingering the spot below it in the crook. “Are you sure?” he asks with a note of shakiness.

“I am more sure than I have ever been,” I tell him. “I love you, Jamie Morrison.”

He groans and mouths, “I love you.” His lips go to that same spot he was eyeballing, his energy drumming faster than before. He bites down, the feeling not as painful as the alphas but it still sends a shock of pleasure through my body. He licks it clean, nuzzling his nose and scent marking me as he pulls back, his eyes flashing with deep emotion.

“I want to bite the same spot,” I say, and he extends his neck to me. The movement makes my stomach flip, and then my lips are there, biting down on his flesh until I can taste his crimson blood for myself.

The bite is deep and sends a rush of sweetness through me. Like a gallivant through a colorful forest, a beautiful calm takes over me, with a spiciness so abating that I want to lie in the grass with Jamie forever and soak up all the sunrays in his soul. Our bonds don’t just meet in the middle; they collide like they’ve waited eons for this, and some small part of me wonders if they have.

Jamie bites his lip, his eyes glossy. He kisses me and my soul starts anew. He moves slow, languid, because now we have all the time in the world and there’s no need to rush.

What the hell? I actually felt him think that through his emotions.

I pull back and laugh. “This is fucking crazy.”

He bites his lip, satiated and sexy. “It’ll be even crazier when you have all of us inside your head.”

I look over at Lennon, who wiggles his eyebrows at me. A laugh bursts out of me. “Oh god.”

“Come here, little vicious,” he says, “Let me infect your mind with my awesomeness.”

Despite the joking nature, butterflies erupt as Lennon takes me from Jamie’s lap, his hand strong and secure on my waist.

“Where do you—” I interrupt him as I point to the ball of my shoulder with a wicked gleam in my eye.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he laughs just before he bites me. The feeling strikes right through me, and is probably the most painful one due to the lack of muscle in this location, but I welcome it completely. He groans against my skin, his hands holding me tighter. I feel a sliver of jolliness in my soul, just a taste, and it has me bringing Lennon’s arm to my teeth quickly, desperate to feel all of him.

There’s a diamond in the center, reflecting all of its light, shining over the walls in the recess of my mind. The fragments of color and sparkle leave me breathless, stuck in awe as I watch it dance over the dark. Then, behind it, there’s a dark plum and silver specks waiting to merge with me. Ever so patient, ever so kind. My alpha’s inner being is a glorious picture, one that I never expected. It shines bright despite everything life has thrown at it, and I am left basking in its beauty.

Lennon is whispering in my ear when I become aware. Over and over again, he tells me how much he loves me, how much he cherishes me.

“You’re perfect,” I tell him back, and he folds even further into the emotion he is feeling, letting it overtake him as he cries. My men are so beautifully interwoven with their feelings that it makes me wonder what I did in a past life to deserve this. To deserve being with these beautiful beings in this life.

“You are everything.” Lennon kisses me, his love pouring through the bond and into me with a definite crack.

I’m passed around once more, ending up in Remi’s lap. His cock is hard beneath me, and I try my best not to grind against him with all these feelings going through me.

“Last but certainly not least,” I joke.

Remi grins. “Story of my life.”