Chapter 42
FORTY-TWO
ROGUE
It was late morning, and Bambi had moved into her nest not long ago.
Thistle was… different. I was hanging out in her nest—and it was embarrassing how much I’d missed this room that was saturated with frosted moonflower. It had a bit of the sugar-dust-sunstone scent now, but since Bambi was Thistle’s claim, that didn’t bother me.
But her eyes were distant, pencils pressing so hard on the sketchbook that she kept snapping the tips.
“You alright, Kitten?” I asked, after the tenth casualty. She’d been working on a sketch of Knox, which was pretty good if you ignored the deep etches that almost tore the paper clean through.
“Yeh…” She trailed off. “I’m glad you can come visit my nest again.”
“Same.”
“I really missed you.” Her voice wobbled. “I’m all out of whack. I want Bambi back. I want all of you in here— UGH! ” She clutched at her hair.
“A whole three days without your Alphas?—”
“I’ve been in withdrawal!” she whined. “And I still haven’t had you all at once!”
“Like… in the nest, or banging you?”
“Uh…” She narrowed her eyes. “All of it—I wish I could just magic you all into stuffies and keep you all with me in here.”
“You can’t bang a stuffie.”
She considered that, face scrunching up like she was figuring a workaround. “I’d un-stuffie you on command.”
“Un-stuffie the stuffies, so they can… stuffie you?”
She burst out laughing, which I thought was a good sign until I noticed her shaking was turning into real tears and before I knew it, she was outright sobbing.
Uh…
“Come here, Kitten.” I tugged her under my arm.
“You think Bambi’s okay?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“All of it is my fault, and she was worried that she was going to be too much for me?” She rolled onto her back and out of my grip, eyes wide. “How can anyone be too much for me ? I’m the too much!”
“I don’t think you’re too much.”
“I know.” She held Bunny up high, cocking her head and staring at him. “Was… too much for Ace, though…” A wide smile split her lips for a moment as she sang the words. “Now he’s mine.”
Then the happiness crumpled, and she looked on the brink of crying again, her scent shifting from happy to distressed in an instant.
Oh… oh God.
I needed backup.
I got to my feet.
“Wait—where are you going?” she demanded.
“I have a meeting with Knox.”
“A meeting ?”
“Yup.” I checked an imaginary watch. “He’s always harassing me. It’s time to bug him back—but I’m not willing to give up my Omega time.”
“Oh great, I could come,” she said, tucking the pencil, eraser, and sketchbook into Bunny’s pouch. “I’m really fucking good at annoying Knox.”
She was after me in a second.
“ What are you—?” Knox began as he saw me striding in, but cut off as Thistle poked her head out from behind me.
“Bored,” I said, crossing to the daybed next to his desk, and dropping down onto it. Thistle glanced around the room, then joined me, sliding onto my lap and plucking the sketchbook back out of Bunny.
Knox eyed me suspiciously, but when I started scrolling on my phone, he returned to his laptop. I could feel his eyes flick up occasionally, especially when Thistle snapped another pencil tip. Finally, she let out a rumble of a growl and demanded, “Why are all the pencils weak today?”
My chuckle cut out beneath her glare.
“Come here, Doll,” Knox said.
She looked up at him, then side-eyed me, but I gave her ass a squeeze and nodded toward him.
To my surprise, that was enough to brighten her mood. She made her way over, glancing at his computer screen as she reached his chair.
“Callum just texted,” Knox said. “Bambi’s settling in.”
“That’s… good .” Her tone twisted the last word into a complete contradiction.
The Misfits had warned us that the moment Bambi was comfortable enough to nest, she should move into her own space.
When trauma nesting was involved, Omegas could get tangled up in a way that might be impossible to untangle.
By Thistle’s attitude, that web of hormonal complications might have already begun.
“Do you think she has enough pillows? I could bring her?—”
“She does.”
“I need to see her.”
“You know,” Knox said. “Misfits said they’d never seen an Omega nest so quickly after trauma like that. I think you had something to do with it. But now she needs to claim space of her own.”
Thistle glared at Bunny like he was responsible for the lack of Bambi.
“Give it a few days. Once she’s settled, you can visit all you want,” Knox said, placing his hands on her hips and tugging her a step toward him.
She fiddled with a strand of hair that had come loose from her bun, eyes drifting.
“Anyway, we have business to take care of.”
“Do we?” she asked.
“Cheek to the desk, Doll.”
“Uh…” She pressed her tongue to her canine, narrowing her eyes as her gaze darted between me and him. “Why?”
“There are punishments I haven’t collected on yet.”
Her eyes narrowed, cheeks heating up instantly. “And if you’re good, I’ll let Rogue stay.”
I let out a snort.
As if he could get me out by force. He’d crashed my mall trip—I would do what I wanted.
She tapped her finger on Bunny for a moment, and finally, she placed him down on the desk, and did what she was told. I tilted my head, watching with interest as she bent over for him.
“Good girl,” Knox said, rising to his feet.
Instantly, I felt her moonflower scent shift in the air, the edge of haywire calming.
So this was a good call. I mean—not that I wanted to give Knox props for anything, but he was good at boundaries. I… well, with Thistle I’d break at her first bratty demand.
Plus…
Well, it was hot. I was so fucking turned on by the sight of her before Knox. He tugged her wrists together behind her back and secured them with those slender golden cuffs she always wore. “How many times did you let Rogue humiliate me without saying anything back at the party?”
“I… uh… I tried, Daddy,” she muttered.
Knox pushed up her dress, palming her cute ass in a black lace thong.
“How hard?” he asked, dropping his touch between her legs. “Or did you like watching me in a muzzle?”
“Um—” She cut off with a breath as his finger slid into her, pumping a few times before pulling out and circling her clit.
Christ.
I sat up on the daybed for a clearer view.
“Don’t lie to me,” Knox said.
“It was… it was hot,” she admitted. “But I tried, I swear.”
To my surprise, Knox looked at me. “How would you rate her effort, out of ten?”
I had intended to watch—it would have been enough for me, but if I was getting an invite… I stood then closed the distance between them and brushed my knuckle along Thistle’s cheek. “Wasn’t swayed in the slightest.”
“Alpha!” she whined. “I did try.”
I could feel her in the bond. She was heady with lust, something sweet and submissive filtering through it, sending blood rushing to my cock.
Knox pulled the drawer open, withdrawing a black box. From it, he tugged a golden butt plug, remote, and a small bottle of lube.
Kinky motherfucker.
But she didn’t seem fazed, which meant the prick had definitely done this before. God damn, I’d underestimated what they’d been getting up to alone.
She let out a moan as he pressed it into her cunt until it was slick.
“Relax, Doll,” he said.
She let out a squeak as he pressed the tip of the plug against her backdoor. “I’m sorry, Daddy, go easy.”
He rubbed his hand along the small of her back as he pressed it in. She groaned, body shaking as she tried to relax around it. He fucked her with it, and it was hard to drag my gaze away, my knuckle still brushing her cheek as she panted beneath him.
Finally, Knox pressed it hard enough that it slipped right in, and a pretty gem was all that remained. He massaged her, squeezing as she wriggled beneath him.
“You’ll tell me if you’re close to an orgasm.”
She let out a huff, clearly not on board, and Knox didn’t hesitate to deliver the first slap to her ass.
Thistle’s whine was nothing to the shock I felt through the bond. Every single thread of anxiety that had been unravelling into oblivion over the past hour vanished in the blink of an eye.
“Doll?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’ll tell you.”
“Good girl.” He reached for the remote and pressed a button. Thistle gasped, body tensing and back arching as the plug began to vibrate.
I was captivated.
Knox squeezed her ass again, running his thumb along the faint pink print he’d left.
“Four more, Doll.”
“Mhmm.”
He took a step to the side, pressing on the small of her back so she couldn’t move before he delivered the next punishment to her other cheek.
Seeing her skin go pink around the plug was enough to do me in, and her, too, apparently. “I’m close,” she whined after the third.
Knox snorted, reached over to the remote and switched the plug off.
I almost laughed at the strangled sound of rage that came from my sweet Omega.
Knox waited a while, slowly massaging her shivering body until she’d eased down from the edge.
“Last one,” he said, delivering the final smack across her ass.
She was panting, her scent laced with bitter frustration, but it wasn’t anxious like it had been.
“I wanna get fucked,” she moaned. “Please, Daddy, use me.”
“You’re such a good toy, begging to be ruined.”
She twisted her neck slightly so I got a glimpse of her violet eyes darting around, pupils blown with lust. “Rogue could use my mouth so I can’t be more of a brat.”
Damn.
Knox grinned. “It’s not much of a punishment if you’re this eager.”
She let out a frustrated noise. “Please. Let me show you I can take you both.”
There was a long pause, and Knox’s gaze met mine for half a second before he looked like he regretted it. Then he sighed, leaning forward and tugging the two ties from her buns. I appreciated that, fingers curling through her silken black hair as I tilted her neck back.
I couldn’t even say anything before her beautiful violet eyes met mine, and she pressed her tongue out for me.
There wasn’t a cell in my body that could have resisted her at that point.