60. Rosie
Chapter 60
Rosie
M y pack puts my curiosity at war with my trust when we return to the house early that evening after the festivities.
Dane leads me inside with his hands cupped around my eyes. “No peeking.”
The smacking pressure of his bark along my spine makes me wet, and I rub my ass against him. I love when he does that.
In front of us, Nash chuckles. “Baby, your reactions tell me tonight will be fun.”
By scent, I realize we've ended up in my bathroom, and the sound of running water confirms it.
“I can get behind a good bubble bath after this week,” I say, hoping one of them will spell out exactly what we’re doing.
Curiosity fizzes inside me, as does my banked lust from the way I’ve been teased relentlessly all day. It started with Quinn’s endless flirting touches at the parade. After we dropped Grandma and Mr. Blakey off and met back up with the alphas to take care of the float, Dane made it his mission to have his hands somewhere on me all through lunch at a downtown cafe. Not to be left out, Nash took his turn the whole way home, making out with me like a teenager at the movies. I’m so ready. I don’t care what we do as long as we start doing it with our clothes off.
Quinn’s scent hits me. The warm, spicy clove is more prominent tonight. His breath feathers along my neck as he leans in to say softly, “Do you want to play?”
“Yes. Whatever it is, yes,” I blurt.
Dane chuckles, removing his hands from my eyes.
I was right. It’s my bathroom, though it’s clear they have been busy. There are flower petals strewn about and a little tray set at the tub's edge that’s piled high with snacks.
I know it’s not the point, but I can’t help but ask, “When did you do this?”
Quinn makes a tsking sound. “Kinky fairies never reveal their secrets.” He holds my chin, tilting my face to meet his eyes. “But tonight, you get to choose our adventure—select an outfit and pick the corresponding game.”
That’s when I spot the dress hanging near the door. I step closer, running my fingers across the high-slit skirt. It’s not exactly a dress—it’s a costume. A really sexy one that looks like something I’ve drawn for Raven Nightshade in the past. Next to it on a small chair is a box of paint. No, scratch that. It’s glow-in-the-dark paint.
“What happens when I pick?” I ask, turning to look at my pack. My grin is so wide that my cheeks hurt.
Nash crosses his arms over his barrel chest, a mischievous smile under his beard. “We play. Let’s use the stoplight system tonight. Green means good, yellow means slow and talk, and red means stop. That way, all of us are clear.”
“The only thing you have to choose tonight is which flavor of the game you want to play,” Quinn adds, throwing me a look that tells me either way, I win.
“So, it’s sneaky rogue or what?”
“Or you paint us as targets for glowing capture the flag.” Dane makes a hungry rumble, making his choice clear.
“So, what is it going to be?” Nash asks, his gaze heavy with heat.
I turn back to my options, letting the thrill course through me even though I’ve already decided. The truth is that with them, I’ll always get everything. I think tonight, however, I want to play my hand at being Raven.
Picking up the hanger with the costume, I return to them, eager to play. “We’re coming back to the paint another night.”
Quinn’s look turns devilish, his heated gaze raking over me. “You have one hour to bathe and get dressed. I’ll return to get you. Don’t touch that sweet little pussy of yours. What is the word that makes it stop?”
“Red,” I say, already breathless and thinking of what tonight might hold.
They gather at the bathroom entrance, my three men looking ready to pounce.
“Then unless you call it, you’re ours,” Dane growls.
My pack shuts the door, and the game begins.
* * *
These men have seriously blown me away. I think of myself as a creative person, but I didn’t even consider wishing for my pack to play a naughty version of my favorite game. I’ve really got to stop limiting my imagination.
Quinn enters the bathroom as I’m finishing up, and I meet his eyes in the mirror.
My jaw drops and I squeal. “Holy shit! You look amazing. You’re Kelly Duskgrove.”
He’s dressed like the character he plays in our D&D party, only he’s definitely not a computer fantasy. He sure does look like my personal fantasies come to life though. Kelly’s got a delicate elven crown nestled in his curls, and the costume looks uncannily right. His billowing white shirt shows off his necklaces, and the leather pants under his dark-green cloak make him look tall, even a little dangerous. Contacts have replaced his glasses, and his makeup accentuates his eyes.
He comes to stand behind me, his arm circling my waist. “Raven Nightshade in the flesh. You’re as beautiful as I always imagined, and I imagined plenty.”
We hold one another’s gaze for a moment, and time stops.
“I’ve loved you in a thousand ways, but I’m really glad I get to do it this way too,” he admits with a pleased smile as he sways with me in the mirror.
“Love you,” I whisper, trying not to choke up. It’s hard because this man is so damn generous and sweet.
“I’ve also got to admit I’m in love with you in this dress,” he says, running his hands along my waist.
I study my reflection, using his appreciation in the bond to fuel my confidence. I’m used to showing a little skin, but this dress is… absent. It’s long, giving the illusion of coverage, but the plunging neckline and the four thigh slits all the way around the skirt make it little more than an ornament. The material is gauzy too, and almost see-through in some places. Underneath, where my thighs are exposed, I can see the intricate thigh holster, where a tiny toy knife is stored.
The fact that they added that detail sends a thrill up my spine, and I imagine the ways it might be used. Over the last few weeks, we’ve talked more about limits and what people like, and I can’t wait to see how our group’s collective fantasies play out.
Quinn nips my neck over Dane’s bond mark, and my body responds. My nipples push against the dress, and Quinn watches in the mirror with satisfaction. “We’re going to have fun tonight. Bend over for me so we can get started.”
“That seems like we’re skipping a few steps,” I say, eyeing him over my shoulder.
My very naughty omega gives me a devious smile. “It’s pregaming.”
His hand pats my ass, a nudge to do as he says, and I comply by bending to rest my weight on my elbows.
Quinn lifts my dress, rubbing my ass with one hand while he pulls a plug from his back pocket. He grabs lube from the bottle stashed on the counter before slicking the plug. I swear Nash makes sure there’s lube in every room of the house.
“Eyes right here,” he commands.
I hold his gaze while he teases my hole, using his fingers before he slips in the plug.
He lowers my dress and helps me, turning me in his arms. “Are you ready to play?”
“Yes,” I say, though I know he feels my answer in the bond, just as I can feel our alphas responding to the lust between us.
“We’re in a tavern. You’re pretending to be a bar wench while I attempt to buy an artifact. Be a good girl by being as distracting as possible. Put on a good show while I steal from the thieves. Bonus points if you manage to steal something yourself.”
I nod, my excitement making me a bobblehead. “Let’s do this,” I say, but inside, I’m trying not to jump and shout that this is the coolest thing ever.
His smile widens. “All right, Raven Nightshade, let’s go play with our alphas.”