Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
ROGUE
My grip was tight on Thistle’s waist as she clambered on top of me among the bedding.
“You sure you’re ready, Kitten?”
She bit her lip, nodding. She’d barely hesitated to undress herself after my words, and she’d all but manhandled me onto the bed, her perfect moonlit body completely bare.
Shit, I’d been dreaming of this since the moment I’d seen her mounting a chained-up Knox.
But she was mounting me now, one palm pressed to my chest as she angled herself over me.
My rock-hard length was in her fist, which looked dwarfed, barely able to close all the way around.
My fingers dug into her waist, wanting to experience every moment as she wriggled down.
I looked up in time to see her flushed cheeks, eyes wide as the first inch of my cock stretched her out.
Fuck, that was beautiful.
I could feel the slick pooling at my tip and damn she was turned on. She had to be. There was literally no other way I was getting my length in her.
“Rogue!” Her whine was shrill as I held her in place another moment. She was practically fighting against my grip, trying to sink down another inch.
I grinned at her indignation, earning myself a nip on the forearm.
I hadn’t meant to loosen my grip on her, but clearly I had, because she managed to sink another few inches.
It was a little too sudden, since she let out a little squeak of shock, nails scrambling at my chest for a second as she got her bearings.
Shit.
It was like a fist was squeezing my length. She was halfway impaled, and it was a real problem for me, how insanely hot I found the sight of her tiny frame struggling to take me.
“Are you o?—?”
“Yes,” she cut me off, cheeks growing redder. “I can do it.”
I chuckled. “Kiss me,” I told her. She listened instantly, fumbling for my cheeks and craning my neck until her lips collided with mine. I groaned, driving my tongue into her mouth as I dragged her down another inch. The breath she let out was half a moan this time.
“I want… more,” she hissed.
I flipped us easily, laying her gently back on the bed sheet.
“You’re so perfect, Kitten,” I told her. Her violet eyes were wide as she stared up at me, lips parted just slightly as I slid out of her to the tip.
Then, slowly, I entered her again. Her grip on my arms dug in, somewhere between nerves and demand.
I took my time, but finally I was settled right to my hilt, wondering how her petite body was able to accommodate me…
“Fuck me, Alpha,” she begged.
I placed one hand on the headboard, and took her hip with the other so she couldn’t get away. Then I drove back into her right to the knot. The sound she let out was beautiful, and she arched to take me, body taut with anticipation.
I felt her unfurl in the bond. Reaching out for me, more open than I’d ever felt.
It was a storm of feelings, physical and otherwise, bold need and surrender, and the pinch of her nails at my wrist.
She let go and something about the little flash of insecurity in her eyes as we stared at each other tipped me off to how precious that was.
I leaned down, my lips brushing hers. “I love you, Kitten,” I told her as I drew out.
Her smile was breathtaking, though she seemed too overwhelmed to answer. I set a steady pace, letting her get used to it.
It was hard to keep my orgasm at bay as I claimed her, needing her to be fully satisfied before I did.
“Knot…” Her breathy demand caught me off guard.
Uh.
I didn’t think I was supposed to break my Omega on the first go-around.
“I need you,” she whimpered, nails biting down on my arms, violet eyes wounded as I continued to hold out.
Okay.
When I pressed my knot against her, she arched to meet me, lip caught in her teeth. I tilted her hips so I had an easier time.
I lifted her closer and pressed my knot against her again. She groaned.
“More.”
I couldn’t take my eyes from her cunt as I stretched it around my knot, which was, at this point, larger than the fist she was making in the sheets.
I didn’t realise I’d hesitated again until her breathless, bratty whine caught me off guard.
“Knot. Me!”
I grinned, pressing all the way in, groaning as I felt her body tighten over it.
Shit.
I lost myself, winding my fingers through her hair and arching her neck so she couldn’t look anywhere but me as I rutted her into the bed.
My violet-eyed goddess.
This perfect Omega that should never have been mine. And yet, she didn’t look away as I finished, locked against her, a low growl tearing up my throat as I rutted her, my knot locking us together.
Her whole body tightened around me as she found release with me.
I turned us, holding her against me and sitting up against the headboard.
She was shivering.
With release, I hoped. Not pain.
She bowed her head as she settled against me.
I frowned.
Oh… something was wrong.
“Kitten…” I nudged her chin, but she curled up tighter. I didn’t miss the tear that splashed onto my chest, though.
Fuck.
“Hey.” I straightened more, cupping her cheek. I felt more tears spill over my thumb. “What’s wrong?”
Was she hurt?
She shook her head though, a hiccup catching in her chest. “Nothing’s… wrong,” she whispered.
“Talk to me.”
She curled up tighter, clinging to me, and a proper wail sounded in her chest. “I just don’t… know what to do.”
“About what?”
“About you.”
“I’m going to need a little more than that.”
“Nothing’s…” She sniffed, finally looking up at me. Her eyes were glassy. “Nothing’s gone wrong.”
“Was it supposed to?”
“Always. Even Knox was a big old pile of dicks at the start. But you’re not doin’ anything wrong. You're not even gonna blow up anymore.” She wrinkled her nose, turning to mutter to a non-existent Bunny. “At least that explained everything before.”
I chuckled. “I’m not sure how to fix that.”
I think she’d had enough of things going wrong.
“I…” She clutched me tighter. “I really love you. Only time I’ve ever known right from the start that you w-were mine and then you just were.”
A stuttering purr rumbled in my chest.
I got it.
This still felt like a dream. The fair. The date. Having anything at all. It was foreign and strange. She was the only thing grounding me, reminding me that things were right.
Propping us up slightly against the headboard and draping her in blankets, I reached for the remote and picked a movie to run in the background.
We cuddled for a while, and she was so content she began humming to herself, declining my offer to adjust so she could watch, and tracing little hearts into my chest. She kept readjusting over my knot, which sent blood rushing to it every time. It wouldn’t deflate anytime soon.
We were part way into the movie when I startled at the sound of an all-too-loud beep at the door. I frowned, clutching Thistle to my chest, and fumbled for the side table. Sure enough, the door opened. I reacted instantly, gun in hand as I pointed it at the doorway.
“Fuck—” Only, of course . “ Fuck! What are you doing?”
“Really giving me confidence you can keep her safe,” Knox snorted, eyeing the gun I was pointing at him, which I realised was draped in Thistle’s clothes.
“Daddy?” Thistle perked up from where she was still crushed against my chest.
“One night,” I growled. “You couldn’t give me one fucking night?”
Knox shot us both a grin as he closed the door behind himself.
Thistle straightened, the blankets falling away to reveal her slender torso. Knox drew up, his eyes dipping to her perky tits—though I, too, did a double take.
“Are you trapped on his knot, Doll?” Knox asked.
“Uh huh.”
“Get. Out,” I snarled.
“If I leave, how will I give her my gift?”
“Gift?” Thistle asked, eyes lighting up.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Rogue!” Thistle planted her hands on my chest, eyes wide as she saw my irritation. “I want the present.”
Knox’s grin widened, and he folded his arms. “See?”
I scowled. “He can give it to you tomorrow.”
“What if it’s a one-time thing?”
“Then I’ll skin him.”
“I…” Thistle, who had been glancing between us, snapped her gaze back to me. “Could you show me that, but with, like… someone else?”
“I… what ?”
“But I want the gift now.”
Knox looked smug, and I was still trying to keep up. “Okay. Give her the gift and get lost.”
He was barely listening as he tugged his top off, tossing a bag behind Thistle.
“No, don’t?—”
Too fucking late. I felt his weight on my legs as he straddled them.
“If I give it to you, will you act like a brat?” he asked her.
“Nope.” She answered eagerly. “Swear it.”
His fingers curled around her neck as he dragged her back against his chest, exposing her full pale body to me. Her eyebrows rose. “You just got real hard,” she whispered, staring at me.
Knox barked a laugh. “Did he?”
Thistle looked delighted, eyes shining as she watched me.
Then he reached for the bag, digging inside and pulling out?—
Well.
Damn.
“Bunny!” Thistle was radiant as she snatched the floppy blue toy from him. She examined it, checking in his pouch to find the sketchbook he’d given her. I could see the patch job he’d done from here. Not… bad, actually.
Had he done that himself?
“You saved him.” She turned him to show me.
“I did, Doll,” Knox said, fingers tightening on her neck as he leaned close and brushed his teeth over her skin.
I dragged my gaze from the rescued toy to glare at him; the prick looked smug as ever.
He slid his free hand down her arm until he could pluck Bunny from her grip.
“But now…” He set Bunny down so he faced the curtains. “We should spare him from how I’m about to wreck you.”
Thistle’s smile was impish as his hand wound around her waist and found her clit. She let out a little whine as he began playing with her, and I couldn’t take my eyes from them.
“Do you want us both, Doll?”
“Yes.”
I groaned.
“We’re all going to be pack, right?” he asked, thumb drifting up to her chin as he grazed his teeth along her ear, words directed at her now. “What if you can’t take us both?”
“I can!” She sounded offended.
Knox was adjusting the blankets, and I could hear his zipper.
“No.” A growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it. “Get. Out.”
No way.
Her eyes were fixed on mine, though. “Alpha, please?”
“No.”
Ignoring me entirely, Knox settled back in behind her. I looked between them. Her petite frame was still locked against me, which meant I couldn’t lunge at him like every instinct was demanding I do.
“Here’s the deal,” Knox said. “If Rogue can’t play nice, neither will I.” He released her neck, dropping his grip to her hips, and drove forward.
I caught her, a growl in my throat as she let out a whine. Her nails scrambled at my chest, her eyes wide. Had he just—But of course he had. I could fucking feel him taking up space in her.
She cupped my cheeks, eyes wide. “Behave!”
Me?
I hated him.
“I could just put a bullet in his skull and be done with it.”
“Rogue!” She sounded affronted, but let out another little gasp as he began to draw out of her far too slowly. I grit my teeth, trying not to focus on how flushed she looked, lips parted and eyes almost crossing as she felt him.
“I knew your perfect body would be able to take us both,” Knox growled. She’d surrendered in the bond already the same way she had earlier.
She was happy.
Really happy.
Fine.
Fucking. Fine.
It was hard to resist following her climax when her cunt clenched that tight around me. I just really resented Knox’s bright eyes gleaming behind her as she turned into a shivering puddle between us.