Page 91 of The Rogues

“Fuck,” Remi rasps, his forehead resting on my shoulder as his cock continues to pulse inside me.

“Fuck, indeed.”

Remi and I both snap our necks, looking to the other side of the bed. I honestly forgot that Lennon was sleeping there, and now it’s hilarious because he’s sitting up on his elbows, staring at us with a parted mouth that says he definitely saw the last bit of the performance.

“Are you knotted right now?” Lennon asks, his eyes still sleepy, but also full of surprise and a touch of arousal, too.

“I… yes,” I respond, finding that I can’t move my body in the slightest or it’ll send more surges of pleasure right up my spine. From the way Remi holds me still, I’m guessing it’s having the same effect on him.

“And why the hell didn’t you wake me up?” he directly asks his pack mate.

I try to look over at Remi, the smug curve of his lips only slightly visible from my periphery.

“You snooze, you lose, Len.”

I snort. “I think the correct term is ‘the early bird gets the worm.’”

“Ay, but you are not a worm.” Lennon scoots closer and takes my face in his hands. “You are our vicious little flower.”

He kisses me then, soft and sweet, and I’m pliant in his hold as his lips work over mine. Just the gentleness of his morning touch and the slightest inhale of our combined scents has me clamping down on Remi’s cock, ready for more.

“Alright, Omega,” Remi moans, his head going back. “We have to wait a little bit, okay? This is my first time, so I don’t know how long it’s going to take.”

We pull apart with an excitable flush. “Sorry.”

“Looks like we’re having breakfast in bed, then.” Lennon barks a laugh as he gets up and pulls on a pair of sweats. My eyes track over his torso, the long miles of taut muscles, the lines that dip right into his waistband. “I’ll see what we have. Be right back.”

In his absence, Remi strokes my back and my hair and everywhere he can comfortably reach. I sigh into the touch, relaxing into the pillow without a care in the world.

“Is this comfortable for you?” he asks, the question laced with concern. “Yesterday was your first time, so I want to make sure you still feel okay.”

“I feel good.” I nip at his lip over my shoulder, earning a satisfied hum from his throat. “And that wasn’t my first time.”

Remi’s eyes intensify, a low growl swelling from his chest before he shakes the murderous thoughts from his head.

“Was your first time good for you, at least?” he asks.

“It was very good. Cyrus treated me really well.”

The dumb look on his face causes me to choke on a laugh. “Oh my god, your face.”

“That’s not funny,” he says, even as he cracks an amused smile. “I was trying to wrangle my beast into its cage at the thought of someone else touching you, but you were talking about Cyrus?”

I give him a smug look. “Maybe don’t assume next time.”

“You’re right. I won’t,” he promises, kissing the crook of my shoulder. My eyebrows raise.

“Also, why didn’t you know that? Did Cyrus not tell you?”

Remi shakes his head. “We don’t really speak about our intimate lives like that with each other. Now, if we’re all in the same room while it happens, that’s a different story. Like, if I were there, watching Cyrus take you and waiting for my turn to touch you, then that’s all in the scope of being a pack. Those details we’d be privy to.”

I pulse around him at the thought of being surrounded by all of them, and he groans low into my shoulder. “Do you like the sound of that, baby? Do you like the idea of all of us circling you, watching? Teasing? Coordinating?”

I don’t give a response; I just let the crimson blush take over my face, flustered despite currently being knotted on an alpha’s cock in a way that’s anything but innocent.

The line of thinking brings me to another question that I completely forgot about while in the throes with these two alphas, but now in the quiet room, I am desperate to hear more.

“So, you and Lennon. You’re not… involved?”