The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 88

Bryce’s POV

Erica is sitting on the bottom step gently rubbing her cheek. Her face is red and flustered. I can see the outline of knuckles forming on her skin.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, not knowing exactly what happened to her face.

Erica looks up at me and smiles weakly. “I am now,” she responds.

I walk over to her and tilt her chin so I can see her cheek. “What happened to your face?”

Erica chuckles. “Amber took out some of her frustration on me.”

“Are you saying that she punched you?” I growl angrily.

“She did,” Erica responds like there isn’t anything wrong with what she just said.

I move to storm past her and hunt down Amber, but Erica grabs ahold of my ankle and stops me in my tracks.

“Just let it go,” she says. “I probably deserved it. I did slap her first.”

“Yeah, because she called you a rogue,” I come to her defense.

“I am a rogue,” she laughs at the irony of everything.

“She still should have never said that to you.” I tell her with a serious look on his face.

“It’s in the past,” she tells me. “I just want to move on and forget that she ever existed. So, what were you and her talking about anyway?”

Sitting down beside her on the step, I smile goofily at her. “I kicked her to the curb.”

“Why?” She looks down at her hands and picks at the edges of her fingernails.

Brushing her hair off her shoulder to reveal her marking spot, I press my lips to her neck and a jolt of electricity courses through my body.

“I realized what I was missing out on,” I tell her as I continue to k**s along her neck.

I know at this moment that she is done for. Picking her up, I sit her on me so she is straddling my lap. I can feel myself growing harder beneath her and she begins to wiggle her butt on my lap.

I can tell she has missed the expert way my hands and tongue play along her skin. A wanton m**n escapes her lips.

“For Goddess sake,” Ashley’s voice comes from upstairs. “Can you two please get a room?”

Erica peeks around my shoulder and I turn around to see Ashley standing at the top of the stairs with her hands on her h**s. Erica’s face heats with embarrassment when she sees her standing there. I wonder how much she had seen.

“I would like to walk downstairs with my eyes being assaulted by whatever this is.” Ashley waves her hand around wildly.

Hiding her face in my shoulder, Erica mumbles an apology. But Ashley turns up her nose in disgust as she slips past us.

“Maybe we should move from this spot,” Erica whispers next to my ear.

“That depends if you are going to tease me again,” I say jokingly.

“I guess I will have to be persuaded not to tease you again,” She retorts.

“Oh, that can be arranged,” I growl as I stand up with her in my arms.

I carry Erica up the stairs with her legs wrapped around my waist. She keeps my face hidden in my shoulder. I know it is because she doesn’t want to see the look on all of the Omegas faces as we pass by.

“Don’t tell me you are shy now,” I say as I kick my bedroom door open.

As soon as I carry her into my room, I am brought back to the night that we were all together. I try not to think about what happened the next morning. Erica won’t be leaving me again, I will make sure of it. In fact I am almost positive that none of us will be leaving each other ever again.

I gently lay her on his bed and look down at Erica with a satisfied look on my face. “I have missed you,” I tell her as my hands move towards the buttons on her jeans.

Suddenly, Erica stops me from going any farther. I can see her face flash with concern and I know exactly what this is about. I know the last woman I was with was Amber and their bodies couldn’t be more different. While Amber is tall and lean, Erica is little on the shorter side with round h**s and huge breasts. The kind of body that any man would die to touch. Yet Erica still grabs my fingers and stops me from taking off her pants.

“What’s wrong, Little Fox?” I ask impatiently.

She pulls her bottom l*p between her teeth and chews on it as she stares up at me. “I don’t look like her,” she says in no more than a whisper.

“I don’t want her,” I tell her, letting my eyes soften as I look at her. “I want you.”

She releases my hands from her fingers and I immediately begin to open the buttons of her jeans again. Wrapping my fingers in the belt loops of her jeans, I wiggle her jeans over her delicious h**s and down her legs. One leg at a time, I remove her jeans, and then toss them on the ground beside the bed.

Reaching up I tug on the hem of her shirt, trying to pull it over her head. She sits up in the bed and grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and lifts it over her head. I g***n in satisfaction when I see that she is wearing nothing but one of the lacy bra sets that she wore when she worked at the Bunny Club.

I growl with approval as I look down at her. “I am so glad Chris had the foresight to keep all of those outfits that you were wearing at that club.”

She squirms under my gaze. Every inch of my skin feels like it is on fire and only her touch can cool the burn. But I was wrong. She grabs one of my h**s and pulls me down on top of her. Her lips graze across my own and it only fans the flames that are threatening to engulf my body.

I run my tongue around her marking spot before I nip at the skin gently. I lower my body on top of hers and her h**s buck against my own. I whisper huskily next to her ear, “I have all day to worship your body and that is exactly what I plan on doing.”