A Rogue For Four Alphas

He's shirtless, with sweatpants slung low on his tight hips, his muscles glistening with sweat, like he's just been working out. He looks a lot like he did the other night at my apartment, right after he got done fucking me, and my pussy clenches at the memory.

He's smirking as he watches me checking him out. "Couldn't stay away, could you?" He slides his hand down over his abs toward his waistband, knowing my eye will follow the movement. There's at least a six-pack there, maybe more, tight and well-defined. His skin is pale just above his pants, and I swallow a lump in my throat at the memory of what's concealed just below the gray fabric.

He chuckles as he turns and crosses the kitchen to get water. I hurry out of the room, go upstairs, and try not to think about Alpha Damon's mouthwatering body while I take the most necessary and satisfying cold shower of my life,it's warm enough being a werewolf.

After another solid night of sleep, I'm up early and in the kitchen before any of the guys. I'm sitting at the counter looking for rental houses when Ian and Damon come in. "Coffee's ready," I tell them after making a delicious coffe thanks to working at the cofeee shop.

"I could smell how delicious it is"Thanks for making it," Ian says, going for a themed mug.

Damon is unusually quiet as he pulls protein bars from a box in the cupboard. Maybe he's not a morning person. A few minutes later Erik and Harry come in. All four men obviously ressed to go out for work and looking positively yummy in their fitting jeans pants, t-shirts, and flannels.

We've all exchanged morning greetings, and the men are getting their breakfasts and packing lunches when Ian notices me frowning as I scroll through my phone. "What's the matter?" he asks, sliding in between me and the stool next to mine, giving me a good dose of the scent of his fresh, clean skin.

"Oh, it's..." I let out a sigh before continuing. "I've been looking at apartment for rent for the past half hour, and I spent time looking last night, and the few places that are available are way, way out of Lisa and I's price range." "You and your roommate?"

I nod.

"I'm sure you'll find something," Ian says, "but there's no rush. In fact, that reminds me ..." He slides his hand into a pocket on his jeans and pulls out a key. "This is a spare key for you, so you can come and go whenever you need to." I give him a small smile. "Thanks. I'll widen my search, and I'm sure I'll find something soon. I'll pay you rent, too, after my next payday."

Harry is leaning against the island counter, listening. "Jasmine, you don't need to do that," he says, as Ian also protests. Across the kitchen, Damon is frowning as he glances over, but he doesn't say anything. Erik is silent, as usual.

In less than five minutes, the men are gone with speed, and I'm left alone with my apartment search. The more I look, the more frustrated I get. I really don't want to have a thirty-minute commute to my workplace and schoo because of my friend Lisa, especially with the late hours she work, but I can't find anything closer that's affordable for both of us.

I could just go wild and get the money or even run at almost a speed of light to work but again I have to help my friend Lisa.

I eat one of the guys' protein bars, feeling guilty about mooching more of their food, and decide to put my apartment search on hold until I talk to my Boss at the coffee shop. Maybe she has other ideas. I'll also ask around at work and see if anyone knows of any places that might not be listed on the sites I'm searching.

After I eat, I unload the dishwasher. It's slow going, since I have to look into all of the cupboards to figure out where things go, but it's also fascinating exploring this huge kitchen with all of its fancy and expensive looking items.

When I am done with arranging the kitchen, I wander into the living room, wondering if there's anything else I can do to help out while I'm staying here. The house is by no means dirty, but I figure every home can use regular vacuuming and dusting.

I find dust cloths in the laundry room and start on the first floor, making my way through the dining room, living room, and a den that could better be described as a game room, with a pool table, pinball machine, comfortable furniture, and even a bar.

There really isn't much dust to speak of. The men are either meticulous housekeepers, or they hire a cleaning service that's been here very recently. As I go along, I find myself dusting less and just straightening or picking up the few stray things I find that seem to be out of place.

Further down a hall, I find a master bedroom, or at least it appears to be the master; I haven't seen the other bedrooms yet for comparison. I feel a little strange about walking in, but the door was open, so it doesn't seem like the person has anything to hide so I walked in.