Page 95 of The Rogues

He finally pulls out of me, and a little whine escapes at how empty I suddenly feel. He helps me rearrange my clothing before he pulls his pants back onto his hips. They never got all the way off and something about that makes the experience even more thrilling.

Jamie lets out a ferocious growl that I’ve never heard before, and fuck me—my core spasms as he stalks closer.

“I had to sit in there and feel how excited you were through the bond,” he chastises our blue-haired alpha. “I got a boner while I was getting my tattoo!”

I choke, and Malaki bursts into laughter.

“It’s not funny,” Jamie says.

“I mean, it’s a little bit funny,” Malaki makes the mistake of saying.

He pokes him right in the chest. “You’re not going to think it’s so funny in a few minutes.” He turns around, leaving no room for argument. “Let’s go. The next clients will be here soon.”

I’m not sure what he means by that, but Malaki doesn’t look worried. He just grins, holds my hand, sauntering as we follow Jamie to the front desk to pay and leave. When we get out to the same tinted van as before with an open back similar to a limo, we crawl in and Jamie rearranges us.

“Sit over there,” Jamie tells Malaki, pointing to the other side of the car.

He looks over and squints. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Malaki must not be used to seeing this side of Jamie, because his brows jump. Still, he moves like he’s asked, so far away that I almost can’t smell his beautiful campfire scent without stretching.

I’ve always seen this side of Jamie. He is usually the dominant one in our dynamic, but I know that’s not the case with Malaki and Cyrus. He is showing him a new side of himself, and I am excited to be privy to it.

“Hey,” Jamie talks to the driver through the partition. “Could you drive around for a while? We’d like to see the city a bit and I’ll pay you extra.”

The driver just agrees before he rolls up the partition, giving us the discretion that he must be used to in these situations. I point at the closed partition with a confused scrunch in my brow.

“Is that safe? He could tell someone about how very un-platonic this is.”

“I already made him sign an NDA before I hired him for the day. Mac set it up for me.”

Jamie moves onto his knees in front of me, the sight leaving me winded before he kisses me with such fervor that my head spins. When he pulls back, he kisses my cheek, and then my neck, and then he licks the shell of my ear as a gasp escapes me.

“We still have to be quiet, Petal,” Jamie says, nipping at my neck. “But I know you can. You were so good for my mate, now be good for me.”

A quiet sound escapes me, and then he’s traveling downward, his face trailing down until he can pull my dress up and expose my already ruined panties. He emits a strangled sound at the sight, his eyes dilating just before his thumb moves over the front of me in soft circles.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, straining to keep quiet. My legs open more on instinct as I watch Jamie get all the way to the car floor and situate himself between them.

“You planned this,” Malaki accuses. “You picked the rental service. You planned the entire day.”

“I planned it for us,” Jamie says, nipping my thigh and causing a gasp to escape. “It’s just lucky that you did something that earned you a punishment.”

Malaki pouts, and I nearly laugh before it cuts off with a moan when Jamie drags his tongue over me. Even through the cloth, the feeling makes me weak in the knees, my entire body falling under his mercy.

He spends a few minutes torturing me, licking me through the fabric until they’re once again soaked all the way through. He hums, pulling it to the side and then devouring me right from the source. I’m sensitive from my orgasm with Malaki, but the bite of pain is glorious in juxtaposition to the softness of his tongue. It circles and then laps me in a way that only Jamie could, sending me into an orbit that I feel like I may never come down from.

“Jamie,” Malaki growls.

Jamie flips him off, then he does something absolutely insane and brings that same finger to my entrance. When it impales me, I sigh with relief at being semi-filled once more, my body arching. I feel myself squeeze around him and then he adds another finger, taking the feeling even higher.

“Fuck,” I whisper, unable to keep it in. My fingers find their way to Jamie’s head, curling in the blond streaks hiding beneath the brown. He hums happily, keeping a steady pace on my clit as he curves his fingers inside of me at just the right angle.

“Jamie.” It’s getting even harder to smother my moans, his pace absolutely destroying me and turning me to bits. I hold onto him and find myself thrusting slightly, his mouth causing me to melt beneath him completely.

I look up at Malaki through half-lidded eyes to see that he is holding his cock through his pants, completely at a loss as he watches us. He looks pained, but something about that thrills me as the first sparks shoot up my spine.