A Rogue For Four Alphas
Chapter 45

Chapter Forty Five

The next day, I'm curled up on the living room sofa, reading on my phone, when Alpha Ian appears.

"Oh, hi. Sorry, I was so involved in my book that I didn't hear you come in." I actually forgot he was even home, working in the office today while the other guys are investigating some strange deaths in the woods. He sits down next to me, laying a hand on my thigh. "What're you reading? Anything good?"

I grin sheepishly. "Yeah, really good."

He arches a brow. "Romance?"

"Yep."

He slides his hand toward my hip. "Tell me about it."

"Mmm... okay." It's the story I was reading the night Alpha ERIK came into my room, and I'm on my second reading of the book. Today, I'm past my favorite part, but that's the one I tell him about.

As I start to describe the scene where the woman is tied up and blindfolded, Alpha Ian urges me to spread my legs, and he rubs my pussy through my clothing while I talk.

"That sounds way better than the romance about the man who needed a haircut," he says, and I smile, remembering how we met. "Tell me more."

As I go into more detail, his hand slips inside my shorts, where he rubs his fingers over my clit until I come. The orgasm comes quickly and easily, as my mind overlays the smutty fantasy of the book with the current reality of Alpha Ian's skillful hand.

When I move to return the favor, he stops me. "I really need to get back to work. Save it for tonight," he says.

IT'S ANOTHER AGONIZINGLY SLOW NIGHT AT WORK AS I WAIT IMPATIENTLY for "tonight" to come. The bar's actually very busy, filled now with vacationers, but all I can think about is getting home to Alpha Ian, Alpha Damon, Alpha Harry, and Alpha ERIK.

When I finally make it back to them, the house looks dark from the outside, as if no one is home. The porch light is on, as always, but there's only a small lamp glowing in a corner of the living room.

The kitchen is dimly lit by the light over the range. On the island, there's a small candle flickering next to a piece of paper and a scrap of fabric. Jasmine,

Go to Alpha Damon's bedroom, put this on, and wait for us.

A shiver dances over my skin. The fabric turns out to be a sleep mask with an elastic band. They're asking me to blindfold myself, which is quite a coincidence, considering I just told Alpha Ian about the scene in the book that gets me hot. Delaying only to get a quick drink of water, I do as instructed and sit on the edge of Alpha Damon's big bed, mask in place. With my vision gone, other senses are immediately heightened, and the familiar, masculine scent of Alpha Damon's room becomes noticeable. The bed is soft beneath me; everything is quiet.

After at least three minutes, during which my mind races with possibilities and more than a little apprehension, there are sounds of the men approaching. Quiet footfalls, fabric rustling; the air in the room changes.

Something that doesn't feel like a finger strokes across my cheek and I shiver. Is this inspired by what I told Alpha Ian, or is something else going on? I want to ask, but I'm enjoying the aspect of mystery. Hands

more than two-begin to work at my clothing. My shirt is pulled over my head, my pants are unzipped and removed, my underwear is quickly gone. I try to figure out who is doing what, but I have no idea. I'm naked now, except for my blindfold, and every part of me feels more alive than it ever has.

Hands shift my body, putting me fully on the bed, on my back. There are other weights pressing into the mattress as the men move around me. Someone pulls my hands above my head and a silky fabric slithers around my wrists before tightening, binding them together.

I imagine Alpha Ian telling the others about the story I shared with him. Just the thought of them talking about it makes me hot, and now they're bringing it to life.

To sink further into the fantasy, I want to struggle or protest as they restrain me, but I don't want them to stop, so I remain quiet. My hands are tied to what must be a bedpost as two mouths take quick tastes of my breasts.

Next, my legs are tugged apart and my ankles are each put in restraints. I'm bare and open, completely exposed to them. Briefly, a hand cuffs my lower leg, but then the touch is gone, the sounds recede, and the room goes still again.