A Rogue For Four Alphas
Chapter 38

Chapter Thirty Eight

Alpha Ian settles onto the stool next to me. He's fully naked now, his cock standing tall and proud. "Come sit on my lap," he says, patting his thigh. Fuck yes. Please and thank you.

When I step over to him, he turns me around so that my back is facing him, and easily lifts me. "You ready?" he asks, his rich, deep voice getting me hotter than I already am. "Absolutely."

I reach between my legs to line him up, and he brings me down onto his cock. We're two parts of a puzzle that need to fit together, and once he's notched inside me, everything is right with the world.

With his support, I find my footing on rungs of the bench, and lift up on my own, just so I can sink back down onto him once again. He's thick and deep inside me, and the angle of this position does wonderful things for me.

I ride Alpha Ian while all of them watch, and realize I'm done being self-conscious. It's all about the pleasure, and there's so much of it. Alpha Ian wraps an arm around my waist, dips his fingers down to play with my clit, and I come again, shocked at how many orgasms my body is capable of in one night.

He lasts for quite a while, but when he finally comes, it's long and seems intense - much more so than our first encounter. He holds me tightly to him as his cock pulses inside me, and afterward, he drops his head to my shoulder as he catches his breath.

Alpha Damon is already waiting when Alpha Ian and I separate. "Are you still good to go?" he asks.

As soon as I nod, he pulls his shirt over his head and quickly undoes his jeans, releasing his exquisite cock, which I have to admit I've been missing ever since our night together. As soon as he unrolls a condom onto it, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to a clear space of wall.

With his hands under my bottom, he lines me up with his cock and smoothly slides into my heat, impaling me on his hard rod. My legs wrap around him as he pushes my back against the wall, and starts fucking me hard and fast.

It feels great, but he's going at it like he has something to prove. He was angry about my one-time-only rule, though this moment seems like proof that rules are made to be broken. He was angrier still that I hooked up with his friend, but here he is sharing me with more of them.

When he pulls at my thighs to spread my legs open further, I gasp. He's driving into me so deep, I feel like he could split me in two- and I wouldn't mind at all.

"I told you you'd want more of me," he says, his rough voice low near my ear, just for me to hear.

With the way he's fucking me now, I'm going to want much more. I'm afraid I'll never get enough, but I know that's just the sex talking.

Even though Alpha Damon was the one to suggest sharing me, he seems to want to claim me as his own, taking me harder, longer, rougher. He fucks me until I'm whimpering. I wrap my arms around his neck and come apart on his cock, and he keeps pounding into me, stretching my climax out into an infinite space where I want to exist for the rest of my life.

I'm still floating in nothingness when Alpha Damon's body tenses. His hand wraps more tightly around my thigh and his hips dig into my flesh as he starts to unleash.

Every muscle in his face is tight, his eyes squeezed shut, his body overcome. Still enjoying my own aftershocks, I watch him with fascination, until his hand comes up to cup my jaw.

"Jasmine"His voice is not much more than a murmur, but it lands a big impact, somehow knocking down invisible walls that I often forget are there, leaving me open and vulnerable.

It's as if Alpha Damon demands more than just a physical connection. He's the very reason I don't have sex with men more than once.

When he kisses me, I want to resist, but I'm still drugged from the amazing sex, and he tastes so good. I remember the flavor of him, from the night he took me for a ride on his bike. How, as soon as I sampled him, I wanted more.

Without my permission, my throat makes a little sound of disappointment when he pulls away. He'd been looking vulnerable too, but when his face rearranges into a cocky expression, I know he heard me.

He sets me on the floor, turns and strides away, as if he's proved some kind of point.

I let my body slump back against the wall, still too overcome to even try to put up a strong front.

Fuck him. It was good sex. That doesn't make it mean anything. "Want some water, Becca?" It's Alpha Harry, of course, looking out for me. I nod. "That'd be great."

Alpha Erik speaks up as he moves for the cupboard. "I got it."

While he fills a glass with water, I move over to the island and lean against the counter. I'd like to take a seat, but I don't want to mess up the cushions on their stools. The men have all had condoms on, so I'm not a total mess, but I don't think my pussy has ever been wetter than tonight.

After taking a long drink of much-needed hydration, I set the glass down and look at Alpha Erik, wondering how it's going to be. I've already decided that this room is now my favorite in their huge, fancy house.