Page 88 of The Rogues

“Would you like me to show you?” he asks and climbs out from underneath the covers. I can’t see him as he looks through his suitcase, my body buzzing with excitement at whatever he is getting.

When he climbs back into the bed and crawls over me once more, he conceals the item in his hand and kisses me instead. I let him, because his lips seem to lull me into bliss and I could bask in it forever. The kiss turns quick and hasty as he pulls off my pants and chucks them aside. I’m so ramped up that the second his index finger slides over me, my body contorts from the sensitivity of it.

“You’re slick,” he comments, his mouth agape with pleasure. “Look at you, baby. You’re fucking soaked.”

He plays, touching me everywhere and spreading my slick around. It feels so good that I bite my lip to stay quiet, but he soon figures out what I’m doing and growls at me.

“I want to hear you,” he says, his thumb pulling my lip free gently. “Like when we were at that club, I wanted to hear every single sound. Please grace me with them today.”

Before I can respond, he slides two fingers into me. The abrupt intrusion has me moaning. The feeling is too good, too fast as he thrusts in and out of me with ease. Then, when I didn’t think I could be anymore afraid of an embarrassingly quick orgasm, the thing in his hand thrums to life with a soft buzz, and he puts it right on my clit.

The little cylinder vibrator packs a wild punch. The vibrations immediately take over my body and have me arching and squirming. I instinctually try to scoot away, the abundant thrumming becoming sensitive against my clit, but Remi props his elbow on me and holds me still.

The feeling of his fingers working alongside the vibrator sends me into a pleasured panic. The way he is manipulating my body is both the best and scariest thing I’ve ever experienced. It sends me higher and higher, and he doesn’t appear to be in a rush to move on to anything else. He just watches me, his eyes full of heat, and then when I least expect it, he moves the vibrator the tiniest bit, and the new position it’s in sends my body over the edge.

But he doesn’t stop there. After I come down, he takes the vibrator off for a few seconds before putting it back on, his fingers working at a quickened pace. The entire time, his eyes trail over my face, clocking every reaction. It’s nerve-wracking, especially when another spark of energy seems to be flying right towards me.

“Fuck, Remi, I’m coming again—” The feeling slowly overtakes me in waves. It’s a burning inferno, blazing me from the inside out, and then it crashes, my body collapsing back on the sheets with exhaustion.

Before Remi or I can say anything, the door opens, and my gasp is loud as a sleepy Lennon pauses abruptly in the doorway. Remi pulls his fingers out of me as Lennon watches, and my cheeks flush a dark red.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, his mouth agape. “I didn’t know you invited Josie over. I, uh… I’ll just go back to my room…”

He turns to walk away, but my entire body seems to reject that idea. The very thought of him leaving this room makes me call out to him in desperation as I say, “Alpha.”

He stops and looks back, his eyes wide.

“Do you want him to join us, Josie?” Remi asks with a wicked tilt in his smile.

I nod, and the alpha at the door immediately shuts it and makes his way back over to us.

“What a way to wake up from an afternoon nap,” he jokes just before he kisses me. His kisses are much quicker than Remi’s, like he can’t wait to take all of them, and it leaves my omega giddy in my chest. He holds both of my cheeks, the touch so gentle that a whimper climbs up my throat.

“Come on, Len,” Remi says, the toy discarded. “Show our omega how pretty your cock is.”

I squeak with surprise. The lust in Remi’s voice is so sexy and intentional that I can’t breathe for half a second as Lennon listens to him. He lies on his back to pull himself out, and my eyes widen.

“Oh my god.” My eyes trail over the little barbells that he has displayed down the length of his cock. They’re shiny and perfectly parallel to each other. There must be five or six of them.

“Do you like what you see, Omega?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Remi must see the way I’m ogling his pack mate, because he asks, “Do you want to use us, Omega? Like we suggested last time.”

I shake my head, feeling the need to be brave. I only occasionally like to be in the driver’s seat, but there’s one thing I love more than anything, and it’s time I told my alphas the truth.

“I want… to be used,” I confess, a little bit shy. “I want to be used by you both.”

“Fuck,” one of them breathes out, but I don’t catch who with my gaze to the floor.

Remi immediately snatches a pillow from behind me and places it on the floor. “Come here, baby.”

I try to figure out what he wants, but I end up just looking at the pillow with wide eyes.

“Sit on it, baby,” he commands me, and my core spasms. It feels awkward at first as I sit on the overstuffed pillow, completely bare, but then my clit slides over it in a certain way, and my mouth falls open on a gasp.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Remi moves in front of me, taking off his clothes at a teasingly slow pace. “Lennon and I are going to use your throat. You sit there and be a good girl for us.”

Those words are exactly what I need to hear as I sit there, waiting. I wish I could say I was doing so patiently, but that’s a complete lie. Lennon discards the rest of his clothes, too, and comes to stand in front of me.