WOLF LOYALTY

Welcome to Hell

***

They’re still speaking, but I’m not listening. I hurtle to the door, grabbing Rogers by the shoulder and yanking him back.

He’s a lot heavier than I am, and I barely manage to move him, but I push myself between him and Derek anyway.

“Stay away from him! I’ll call the police if you hurt him again, I swear I will.”

Derek raises his eyebrows at Luke. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rogers cover his face with his hand.

Hm, maybe I misjudged you after all.”

I don’t like the way Derek’s looking at me. It’s like he’s X-raying me. Like he can see everything.

“Tell me, what has Rogers told you about our… group?”

*Just because you’ve got Rogers too scared to say anything doesn’t mean I won’t find out. If you try to hurt him, I’ll bring you down. My best friend is a lawyer. Trust me, you don’t want to go up against her.”

Rogers chuckled. He doesn’t appear at all moved by my threats. “It can wait until tomorrow, Rogers. I assume you have things to do?” He eyes me meaningfully.

“I’ll come to talk to you tomorrow. Come back inside, Lia.”

I step back into the apartment, though I keep my eyes on Derek until the closing door blocks him from sight.

Crap, I bet I’ve embarrassed Rogers. That was probably a perfectly innocent conversation, and there I am threatening Derek like a crazy person.

Well, I’ve got to admit, I’m impressed. I didn’t think there was any possible way for you to gain Derek’s favor, but threatening him did the trick.”

Rogers starts laughing. I find myself laughing too, more out of relief than anything.

Rogers’s not mad.

When the laughter subsides, he pulls me back to the couch. “On another note, we need to pick outfits for the engagement party on Friday.”

You’d better dress to impress,” I tease. My mother isn’t an easy person to please.”

Bah, I’ve known your mother since I was thirteen. I’ll have her charmed in no time.”

Well, see about that.”

***

I look over Rogers’s suit with a critical eye. Yes, this is definitely good. I’m sure my mom won’t find anything to criticize here, especially when the suit is filled with Rogers’s smoking body.

Rogers comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I could do with a shower,” he murmurs. “Get cleaned up before the party, you know. Of course, I’ll

need someone to help me wash my back.”

He makes it clear by his tone that washing his back is the least of his concerns.

Oh, fuck yes. Getting banged in the shower? Totally on my list of things I want to do with Rogers.

Well, I guess I’ll have to help with that. We wouldn’t want you making a bad impression, after all.

I’ll turn the water on.

I start stripping the moment Rogers goes into the bathroom. By the time I step inside, there’s already steam coming out of the shower.

Rogers is naked and wet, and it looks so hot that if I was wearing panties, they’d be getting a dousing.

“Come, join me.”

I don’t need to ask twice.

I step inside. Rogers closes the door and presses me against the shower wall. The warm water feels delicious but not as delicious as his mouth on my breast as he starts licking.

He works his way toward my nipple, his tongue pleasantly cool compared to the water. When he finally starts licking my hard tit, I almost gasp in a breath of water, turning my head out of the spray just in time.

Rogers…”I moan, pressing my body against him.

There’s one fantasy, in particular, ar, I want to have out.

I fall to my knees. Rogers is confused only for a moment. When I take his cock into my mouth, he catches on pretty quickly.

He spreads his hands against the shower wall behind him, leaning his weight on his arms as if fearing his legs may give out.

It’s a reasonable fear. That is my goal here, alter all.

I start sucking and swirling my tongue, using one hand to caress his balls. Over the last few weeks, I’ve learned exactly what Rogers likes.

His hips start thrusting right at the point I estimated, and I’m ready to catch him with my hands. That doesn’t go as well as I’d planned, since Rogers is much stronger than me. Change of plans.

I let him fuck my mouth as deeply as he can. I struggle to control my gag reflex, a struggle I win.

This is actually more fun than the way I was going to do it.

I can tell by the frenzy of his thrust when he’s about to come. I squeeze his balls lightly

Just as his hot come starts to spurt into my mouth.

Rogers’s knees collapse heavily and he falls to the shower floor.

I let him fuck my mouth as deeply as he can.

I struggle to control my gag reflex, a struggle. I win.

This is actually more fun than the way I was going to do it.

I can tell by the frenzy of his thrusts when. he’s about to come. I squeeze his balls lightly just as his hot come starts to spurt into my mouth.

Rogers’s knees collapse heavily and he falls to the shower floor.

Smiling in triumph, I swallow his come.

I scramble to my feet, giving him a hand up. We should get going. We don’t have that much time before we need to leave.”

Oh no. Not before I have you sprawling on the shower floor in helpless pleasure.”

The mental image goes straight to my clit.

I know we should be washing and leaving, but Rogers’s invitation is too good to refuse. Quickly, then.”

I press myself against the shower wall sticking my ass out and spreading my legs. Rogers has to bend, being taller than I am, and I have to arch my back so that my ass is out as far as it possibly can be.

It’s all worth it as he presses into me. The angle combined with the hot water flowing over us has my body sending waves of pleasure through me with each thrust.

There isn’t much angle to push back here, but Rogers seems happy to do all the work. He wraps his arms around me, workıng one finger between my folds to touch my clit.

“Ungh Rogers!”

I bash my head on the soap holder as I arch my neck back. Neither of us stops to pick up the soap as it clatters to the shower floor.

Just like I know exactly how to touch Rogers, he knows exactly how to tease my clit to make me wild. He starts by gently rubbing up and down with the tip of one finger

Our flesh smacks together, the water making the sound all the louder, almost eclipsing Rogers’s small grunt at the apex of every thrust.

At an urgent moan from me, Rogers uses two fingers to rub firm circles over my clit.

I’m already so close that it’s not going to take much to finish me.

Rogers slows his thrusts, and I’m about to scream at him not to stop, but it seems that’s not his intention.

Brace your arms against the shower wall.” Instead of arguing, I do what he says. He grabs my legs, and with an act of extraordinary athleticism, he lifts them up,This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

so that he’s holding my knees just behind his hips, with me pinned between him and the wall.

The angle hits my G-spot so hard that I’m seeing stars.

I’m vaguely aware of screaming like a banshee as I come hard enough to turn my organs into goo. I slither down onto the floor, unable to support my own weight any longer.

Somehow, Rogers ends up on the floor with me. I realize that he used his body to cushion me from bashing myself on the walls as I went down.

I lean against Rogers’s chest, ignoring the hot water still streaming over us. “I should let you get creative more often.”

I should take showers with you more often.”

“No argument from me there.”

We don’t have time to spend more than a few minutes recovering. We wash off quickly and get dressed without much small talk. Rogers is driving, and Amanda is meeting us there.

Rogers glances at my grim expression as we get into the car. “Don’t worry, it won’t be too bad.

You don’t know how my mother gets with potential husbands. She’ll eat you alive. She almost sent Raymond running more times than I can count. Why he persevered, I can’t imagine.”

You’re worth it.” Rogers gives me a flirty wink. It’s a good thing he sent me straight to cloud nine with the orgasm earlier, or I don’t think I’d be able to resist kissing him senseless right now.

If she starts asking when we’re having children, deflect. If she starts criticizing your. work, just ignore her. She’ll definitely imply that your intentions with me are less than pure.”

“That would be fair, seeing as my intentions are definitely not pure.”

“Shut up, Rogers, this is serious. She’ll bury you,” I insist.

“I can handle it.”

I pick at my nails as I watch the lights go by, Before I know it, Rogers is opening the door. Crap, are we here already?

He gives me a handout, smiling. encouragingly. “Come on, it won’t be that. bad.”

I just grimace as we step through the venue entrance. “Welcome to hell.”