Page 90 of The Rogues

The whore in my chest sends up an excited whine. The betrayer.

Remi finds his finish, and the feeling leaves me completely discombobulated. His sexy moan in my ear as he fills me only heightens everything, and when he pulls out, Lennon wastes no time and pops his knot inside me.

Despite my earlier thought process, I realize that I couldn’t end this without this feeling shooting through me. It may be the best orgasm I’ve ever had. It quite literally explodes in my center and sends pleasure through every limb. Stars dance behind my eyes, and Lennon’s knot sends more and more pleasure with every little thrust he keeps trying to make. I think somewhere in the chaos of my climax, I can hear him cursing and then moaning my name as he comes, the sound going right to my chest where my horny omega preens with so much happiness that my body melts into goo.

When I come out of it, I’m lying on top of Lennon, his hand playing with my hair. It’s gentle and so intimate that emotion pricks behind my eyes. His chest heaves quickly, and I put my hand there to somehow soothe him of any discomfort. The unfamiliar movie that Remi and I put on is still playing softly in the background, the only other sound besides our harmonizing breaths.

“When my knot goes down,” he says. “We’ll take a bath. Remi is already drawing one now.”

I sigh and nod. I should have known they would read my mind. It seems that they are perfect for me in every single way.

TWENTY-NINE

A strong arm slides around me and pulls me into their hard body. The movement is fluid, and my omega instinctually allows it despite the sleep that’s still curling around us. Strong, syrupy molasses and sweet, fluffy marshmallows invade the air, the smell stronger than ever as I curl further into the firm muscle.

The rough lines of his exterior pull me further and further from my slumber. I urge to feel more, my ass scooting closer to feel every muscle and warm sliver of skin. A quiet groan sounds from somewhere close, the noise muffled until I start to nudge myself awake. My eyes start to peel open, and the room comes into view. The gray walls, the boring draped curtains, the generic lamp in the corner.

There’s also an alpha on the other side of the bed, completely lax in his sleep. My alpha, I realize. He’s snoring quietly, and then I feel something hard and tempting right against my bare ass, the familiar pull reminding me of the events of last night.

I grind my ass over Remi’s cock, the same need from last night furrowing inside me once more. My omega wants us closer, morphed together, as soon as humanly possible.

I can tell the second he is fully awake by the cognizant moan he lets slip as his body starts to move with mine. “Fuck.” I hear the hushed curse under his breath, the husky sound going all the way down to my core. His hand curves around me, touching me exactly where I need him as his fingers move circles over the bundle of nerves between my legs. I gasp, a feral moan escaping me as he works me over. I can already feel the slick covering my thighs, the wet sounds moving with his fingers as he pulls the pleasure from my body.

“Shh, baby,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine from the quiet rasp. “You don’t want to wake up Lennon, now, do you? He’s sleeping so peacefully.”

My eyes trail over to Lennon, who’s sleeping on his back, one hand resting on his sternum. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Gosh, how much energy did our sexscapade drain from him last night? There’s no reason why he should be sleeping so nonchalantly while Remi is turning me into a pile of goo.

I quiet my moans until they’re basically nonexistent, wanting nothing more than for this teasing to end. He kisses my neck, teasing my omega with little swipes of his teeth against the sensitive skin before giving me praise.

“Good girl. That’s a good omega. Always so compliant,” he commends me, his fingers still slowly massaging my clit. “Now, let me use my perfect girl to come.”

I almost break and let out the broken sound so desperately, but then his cock pushes past the rim of my entrance and impales me so fast, I can’t breathe.

My mouth parts on a quiet gasp, the pressure making it nearly impossible, but I somehow manage it. He slides in easy and quickly, my body bowing to him as he takes it. I fight every moan that wants to escape, the only noise in the room being the sound of slick between us and his soft praises in my ear.

When his cock gets all the way in, I finally heave a sigh of relief, allowing myself the quiet moment to adjust. His fingers still toy with my clit, sending shocks through my body, as his other hand wraps around to grab my breast, the pads of his fingers tweaking and pulling at my nipple. He pinches both bundles of nerves at the same time that his cock is buried deep inside of me, and I see stars, the power of his torment pushing me to a cliffside with the promise of an inevitable fall.

Remi finally pulls out, the slow drag of his cock against my walls almost too much to bear with every other mode of stimulation that’s going on, but then he’s thrusting back in, and I choke on a breath, already at the end of my rope.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so good for letting me use this tight hole. You feel so fucking good.”

His thrusts are controlled, steady, all while he pinches me in tandem with every hit to my g-spot. It’s everything, and I can’t stop myself from coming even if I wanted to. The feeling bursts through me, the orgasm a quiet but deadly force as it gathers in my core and shoots all the way to my toes. He moans, his pace faltering slightly as he feels me squeezing him, surprised by my abrupt orgasm.

“You come so prettily,” he tells me. “Ever since that first time in that club bathroom. I think about it. I dream about it. I come to the memory of it all the time.”

His torture doesn’t stop even after I come down. The sensitivity sends shocks through me, and I find myself wishing I could scream because the pressure is so good but so much.

“Remi,” I warn him, feeling my body bow to him again. “Remi.”

“What is it, Omega?” he asks, and by the stammer in his voice, I’m guessing he is nearly there, trying to hold on so he can give me one more climax. “What do you need from me?”

“I…” My omega only has one thing she wants, and I struggle to voice it, but with each torturous moment where I know it’s the only thing that will toss me back over, I force myself to say it. “Knot me, Alpha. Please.”

Remi speeds up, probably not consciously, but his alpha meets my omega tit for tat as the pace increases and he groans so deeply that I can hear a feral note of pleasure hidden in it.

“My omega wants my knot?” he asks. I nod feverishly, needing it more than anything. “Then she gets what she wants.”

His fingers move in faster and tighter circles that have me mewling. Just as I’m about to crash, Remi pushes his knot inside me and comes. The force of it sends me over the edge, my belly flipping and core spasming with every movement of his knot inside of me. It’s snug, touching every nerve ending it possibly can, and I can feel his cum filling me with every thrust he can manage.