Page 17 of The Rogues

But my omega knew this would happen. Despite the anxiety that just rose because of the disdain between my scent matches and my best friend, I can’t help replaying the conversation I had with Jamie at the bar. It was easy, nice, and I wish it didn’t have to end.

“Josie Rosewood…”

I close my eyes for a moment, then sigh with surrender before looking up at the alpha I knew I would see: Remi fucking Ainsworth.

They’re everywhere. I can’t escape them, no matter where I turn.

“Omega,” the bassist says, and my heart picks up in speed. His accent is slightly different from the other guys, the vowels curving slightly and his tone much more gravelly, and his eyes are the brightest blue I have ever seen. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you all day.”

I’m panicked, but my body stays in place. There’s no one else in this corridor leading to the bathrooms. It’s the only place of solace in the entire building, and he found me here. His scent is strong, sweet, sticky, and syrupy. My mouth gapes open on a pant, the aroma immediately pulling me under as it grips me completely.

There hasn’t been one second of reprieve when interacting with their scents, and I know the last member—the one who isn’t here tonight—won’t be any different. It looks like each and every member of this band is destined for me.

My omega sends a whine up our throat, and then my body is being pulled into the singular bathroom nearby. Despite the alarm bells ringing in the back of my head that someone could see, I suddenly couldn’t care less. My omega and I are on the same page; we both need this, this alpha who has just given us the privacy we need to properly take in the entirety of him.

He is tall, broad. His long hair is twisted into a bun at the back of his head, but I feel the urge to tug it down. Lace my fingers into the dark locks and hold on. The lock clicks behind us, and suddenly, I feel unbound, free. He pulls me closer to him, and despite all the reasons not to, I close the gap between us and slam my lips to his.

I have always thought kissing was abysmal. I never understood what was so appealing about it, especially with the few bad ones that I’ve had, but this is other-worldly. Like my other half has found me and we’re trying to morph together in a physical embrace. His lips dance over mine and his husky, desperate sounds cause my stomach to flip like rocks along a riverbank. When it deepens, a moan escapes me, and he picks me up without any effort and places me on the sink, causing my skirt to rise over my thighs.

His lips find my neck, and my omega preens at the notion that his teeth are right where they need to be. Instead of biting me, however, he trails kisses over the sensitive column of my throat, making sparks of energy shoot down my spine.

I’ve never been this riled up before. It feels like I could explode from one single touch. The slightest movement over my clit and I’d be done for.

Not to mention, his scent is a mysterious dose of ecstasy. It’s sweet and decadent, with a hint of marshmallow, but there’s also something dark and sultry that I can’t pinpoint. With every inhale, I fall a little bit more under its spell, desperate for more.

His fingers make a trail up my legs and over my thighs, leaving fire in their wake. They tease along the line of my panties, almost brushing the place I need him most as he pulls them aside, baring me to the cold air. Goosebumps erupt over me, and he groans as his lips kiss up my neck, aroused by the sudden burst of slick that permeates the air.

“Fuck.” The sound is doused with lust as he pulls back and looks down at where I’m exposed and waiting for him. His face twists, straining with desire as he glances upon me. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

When his fingers slide inside me for the first time, I can’t contain the sound that escapes, and his other hand moves to cover my mouth.

“Shh, baby,” he whispers, my stomach flipping. “I don’t want anyone else to hear you but me. Anyone could walk in… anyone who knows who we are, and then it’ll be out there. People will know you like the feel of my fingers inside your slick pussy.”

Despite the horror of it, I let out a moan again, the sound stifled behind his hand. He keeps it there as he thrusts in and out of me, throwing my bliss into hyperdrive with each pull along my inner walls.

“That’s it, baby.” His lips are warm right against my ear, sending goosebumps over my body. “You feel so fucking good. Let me give you what you need.”

His biceps bulge and his fingers curl, causing me to pulse around him. The peak I want so desperately is right there within reach, and yet he continues to play with me, keeping me in suspension for so long that tears start to well up in my eyes.

“Those are beautiful tears.” He kisses my cheek, letting his bottom lip linger on the sensitive skin there. “Are you going to be a good girl and come quietly for me?”

I nod, aching. His hand still covers my mouth, but he moves it slightly. “Open up, baby.” I do, and he glides two of his fingers in, gagging me in a way that causes my eyes to fall back into my skull. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty like this. Next time, we’ll get one of the guys to fuck your mouth to keep you quiet. Would you like that?”

I lose it, nodding my head and letting the pleasure take over. He curls his fingers again, repeatedly hitting the spot deep inside me that tingles, sending sparks up my spine. When his thumb starts to make little taps on my clit, I groan and bite on his fingers, just enough to keep me quiet as my orgasm shoots right through me. My nails dig into his biceps and he grunts at the pain of it.

“You’re so fucking good. I want my fingers to stay inside of you forever,” he whispers as my orgasm peaks. “Beautiful omega.”

It feels like it lasts forever, and his words echo as my body starts to relax, coming down from the high. I feel light in my body, like I’m floating on air, and he kisses the side of my neck as my breathing evens out.

I sigh as he pulls his fingers out, my core suddenly empty and pulsing around nothing. We catch eyes as he brings those same fingers to his mouth, closing his lips around them and sucking off every last remnant of slick. He keens, the sound a deep husk that sends a whine up my own throat.

He draws them out of his mouth and places his hand on my face, his thumb going over my lip. His eyes sparkle, saying a million things and also nothing at all. It leaves me feeling vulnerable, more vulnerable than the thing we just spontaneously did because of the beasts in our chests. No, this look says it all, every single thing that we can’t yet say with words.

“Hi,” he says, his voice still dripping with lust. “I’m Remi.”

“I know.” I pant a few times, still amazed about what just happened. “J-Josie.”

“Was that too much?” he asks, reading the emotion on my face. “I’m sorry⁠—”