A Rogue For Four Alphas

He pulls out and flips me over yet again. Through barely open eyes, I witness a fascinating expression on his face - half cocky, self-satisfied grin, half affectionate smile, like I'm a friend and he's happy that I'm clearly so blissed out. He kneels at the edge of the bed and lifts my legs, propping them on his chest. I'm grateful that he doesn't make me do any work, because I'm not sure I could manage at the moment.

His cock sinks back into me, and with his eyes on my face, he starts to fuck me again, deep, long strokes that gradually build in pace until he reaches a steady rhythm, our bodies slapping together, his bed shaking beneath us. I grab a handful of the bedding and hold on as he works toward his release. His jaw is set tight. The muscles in his chest flex as he pistons into me again and again and again.

With the last bit of energy I possess, I flex my inner muscles, squeezing around his cock, pushing him over the edge into his oblivion.

His cock swells even larger, jerks, and starts to release, throbbing deep inside me. His face contorts as he wraps an arm around my legs and holds them tightly against him. He moans, and vulnerability flickers across his features as he reaches his peak.

After he pumps into me for the final time, his head falls forward and he releases a heavy breath. It's as if we just completed a workout together; it was all so energetic, full of need, and so much pent-up desire.

It was also even better than I imagined.

His shoulders curl inward as he pulls out of me and removes the condom. He's so beautiful. And he's right. Even though he very thoroughly satisfied me, he's also left me wanting more of him.

Damnit. ******

After a long day at school and with the final apapers preparation, meeting up with Lisa to house hunt together and getting back to the code shop to tell my boss I might be coming a bit late because Eid how far my new place is. After a along day at work, it took me like forever take me home and I also had to pull over at one point to deal with a long, irritating text threatening message.

Since I have a key to the men's house and can let myself in, I wonder if they'll be in bed, but they're all still up,pkayi g video games while, eating pizza, and drinking beer.

After a quick shower, I put on shorts and a tank top and come back downstairs to join them. Ian gives me a look, the kind of look that does things to my insides, but he otherwise acts normal.

"Want some pizza?" Harry asks. "We saved a few slices for you."

I wave it away. “No, thanks, but I would love a beer, if you have any of those left."

I make a mental note to buy a case of their preferred brand of beer. If they're not going to accept rent money, I'm definitely going to find a way to repay their generosity.

With the school stuff, threating issue from the werewolves pack and worries about my living situation have been swirling around my mind, resulting in a steady gnaw of stress that definitely calls for a beer. I'd ask for something harder if I wasn't trying to be a considerate guest.

"We heard you were cleaning the house today," Damon says as Harry twists open a bottle and hands it to me. "Don't do that."

I'm hit with a couple of new worries. Does he think I was snooping? I almost felt like I was, even though I swear that wasn't my intention. It must have been Ian who told him, and I can't help but wonder what else Ian said about finding me. "Cleaners come twice a week," Damon says, his tone firm. "You don't owe us any favors for staying here. We have plenty of space."

I give a small nod before taking a large gulp of beer. Why does Damon always sound like an asshole even when he's actually being nice?

On the TV, it seems like a coma by game. "Whatgame are you playing?" Just as I ask, my phone, sitting on the chair next to me, vibrates conspicuously during a quiet moment in their program.

Instead of answering my question, all four men look at me as I check my screen, no doubt wondering who's texting me at midnight, and probably assuming it's a guy. I wish it was.

I scroll down, trying to keep my face neutral as I skim the ridiculously long paragraphs, more of the same nonsense that I received earlier.

When I look up, Damon and Harry are still watching me, while Ian and Erik have turned their attention back to the video game. I drop my phone down beside me and look back at Damon. "What's this game?" I repeat, tipping my head toward the screen.

"Assasain Creed." He doesn't seem too interested in it, and glances at me repeatedly while I drink my beer and try my best to get into the program, happy for any kind of diversion from my real life.

No more than ten minutes later, my phone hums again. I should just turn it off, but some part of me can't help myself. The message is so long, it looks like the person has been typing ever since she sent the last one. Unfortunately, I get so distracted by what I'm reading that I forget my surroundings and mutter, "Goddamnit," a little too loudly.

"What's going on?" Damon asks