Page 94 of The Rogues

I laugh. This was supposed to be a joint surprise for all of them, but this reaction is one thousand percent worth it.

“I asked the artist to do this one first while you were with Jamie getting his piercing.”

My other arm is also covered in wrap, the new mystically drawn candle sitting between my other pieces of art. The artist had done my first one so quickly that he was already onto this one when the boys got into the room.

Malaki huffs out an amazed laugh. “It’s fucking beautiful. You know Cyrus is going to lose it, right? You might push him into rut.”

God, I fucking hope so.

He looks up at me with a gleam in his eye that matches mine. “I am also holding onto sanity for dear life.”

I reach out and cup his chin before uttering one simple word.

“Don’t.”

Malaki stands and takes me into his arms so fast, I gasp. When my back hits the wall, he swallows my groan as his lips meet mine. The omega in my chest is chanting “yes, yes, yes” as Malaki doesn’t waste a moment. He balances me as one of his arms trails under my dress, his finger trailing over the center of me through my panties.

“You are a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he asks, feeling the slick pooled there. “Do you want my cock, baby? Do you want me to take you right here, in the middle of this renowned tattoo shop?”

A whine climbs up my throat as he pulls my underwear to the side and touches me. It’s like we’ve gone from zero to a hundred and I can’t stop. I want it to be in the thousands. The millions. I need his cock inside me so bad right this instant that I think I might cry if he doesn’t give it to me.

I try to work his pants off, and he gives a dark chuckle. “Allow me, Omega,” he grits out. “I need you just as much.” He pulls his sweatpants down, his cock springing forward. When he slides the tip over me, I gasp at the coldness I feel there. When I look down, a shiny metal ring is standing at attention. It starts right below the head, the other end exposed right at the slit.

“Holy fuck,” I say, loving the way it feels on my clit.

“Do you like that, baby?” he asks, his accent a rugged rasp. “Jamie picked it out. He loves it, and I hope you will, too.”

I try to move my hips over it more. “I will, I will,” I practically chant. “Please, I want it inside me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, maneuvering himself over me a few more times as it slides against my slick. “You are perfect, Omega.”

Malaki pushes into me and I immediately feel a pulse all the way down to my toes. He’s long, and the piercing feels different than Lennon’s did, but just as glorious. I find myself mewling slightly as he gets all the way in, his cock making me feel so full and satisfied.

He nips my shoulder as a deep sound comes from his chest. “You look so fucking good on my cock,” he says, watching where our bodies join. He pulls out and slides back in slowly, the movement sending shocks of pleasure through me. “Look at how well that pretty pussy takes me.”

His hips start to move in a faster rhythm, and it grips me in a chokehold completely. All I can do is hold on as he fucks me, his movements precise and deep and so freaking good.

My hands move into the long part of his hair right at the base of his neck. When he hits a certain part inside of me, I moan and accidentally tug so hard that I gasp. My hands retreat but he growls at me in response.

“Pull as hard as you want,” Malaki says, breathless, his grip on my thighs tightening. I go back to what I was doing before, pulling his hair so hard that I fear it might hurt, but he just hisses and lets out a satisfied moan. “Fuck me, you are fucking incredible.”

I can’t breathe as his thrusts continue, hitting me in just the right spot every time. I try biting my lip, but the sounds still echo outward, and I’m praying that this private room is soundproof so no one can hear us in this state.

At some point, his arms move around my middle so he can leverage me more securely as he pistons in and out of me. I lose all ability to have a coherent thought other than Alpha and Knot and Please.

I think I may have said a few of those out loud, but all it resulted in was Malaki’s pace moving faster, his hips working overtime to bring me to the edge.

When I feel like I can’t take it anymore, Malaki brings his thumb to my clit. The small circles light me up, my entire body becoming taut as he wrings the pleasure out of me. I find myself pulsing, my body flourishing as the energy pools in my stomach and then releases with a snap. We both groan into each other, the orgasm lasting so long that I feel like I could pass out from the sheer force of it.

Somehow, I resist that, and then I feel him coming, long spurts of cum as he clutches me tightly and rides out his orgasm. It’s not a knot, but the feeling leaves me just as satisfied. It gets even better when he kisses me, the same intensity from before our shared finish still present.

It makes me giddy, makes me happy. It makes my omega sing.

Before we can do anything about the position we’re in, the door swings open and the heightened scent of orchids floods into the space. I groan again at the presence of it just as I look up into angry hazel eyes.

“You two couldn’t wait twenty minutes?” Jamie asks, his arms crossed over his chest.

Malaki looks over at him, his panting still prevalent. “We got a little… tangled up.”