A Rogue For Four Alphas

Startled, I find frowning, and Harry and Ian looking concerned. Erik is watching me too. "It's nothing. Nothing at all I said putting on a tight smil. "Can I have another glass of wine, please?" I asked trying to divert the subject of discussion

Harry moves to get up, but Ian stands first, telling him he'll get it. I debate following Ian into the kitchen but am afraid it would seem suspicious to the other guys, so instead, I sit and wait, putting my phone in airplane mode before I set it down again not wanting to alarm the guys, staying over at their place for free is enough burden.

"What'd I miss?" Ian asks when he returns. It's been less than a minute, but the virtual live game seem to be at some sort of spooky climax, or else it's just building up to a pre-commercial cliffhanger.

"You missed some wannabe players pretending they're hunting for honours and medals, and some editors adding in a lot of filmy special effects," Damon says in a bored monotone.

Erik lets out a single laugh, shocking the hell out of me.So the scary man does laugh huh?!

"When we watch action movies, I don't point out how ridiculously unrealistic the stunts are," Ian says.

I get their point, as a rogue, I don't fight much but it's silly how these game and entertainment industries keep making funny unrealistic moves.

"That's different," Damon retorts, raising his voice.

Harry grabs the remote from the coffee table. "Guys, are we going to watch this or not?"

"Just turn it off," Ian says with a frustrated sigh.

I take another large swig of my wine, wanting to retreat to the guest room but not wanting them to know their bickering is irritating me. It's just stupid stuff, so I don't know why it's affecting me, but it is. After another minute of back and forth, Harry clicks off the television and the room is momentarily quiet.

Erik, who had completely stayed out of the conversation aside from the one laugh, asks,

"Now what?" He asked with that bored tune again.

An odd look crosses Damon's face before he grins and says, "Let's play truth or dare." With a grin.

"Don't you all need to go to bed so you can get up early?" I ask.

"I'm not tired," Damon says, and there's that look again,devious? playful? along with a hint of something I do recognize something close to lust.

I should go straight up to bed, because only trouble lies ahead, but it's been several hours since I ate anything, and the wine has already clouded my judgment.

Besides, my inner devil reasons, tonight has brought its share of bad news and problems; a fun little game with four hot guys might be just the thing I need right now.

My inner angel must be asleep at the wheel, because I take another drink from the bottle and stay put.

"Truth or dare?" Ian asks, leveling his gaze at Damon.

Damon puffs out his chest. "Dare." And though I imagine he's hoping for, or expecting, some sort of physical challenge, that's not what he gets. After a moment of thought, Ian says, "Do a shot of pickle juice."

Damon sneers in disgust. "You know I hate pickles."

A grin spreads across Ian's ace as he gets up.

"Yep."

Ian returns a minute later with a small glass filled nearly to the rim. I thought it would be green, but the liquid looks surprisingly like pee. "It's good for you, actually," Ian says as he hands it to Damon. "Filled with electrolytes and probiotics."

"Yeah, that's great," Damon mutters, grimacing. With no delay, he downs the shot and hands the empty glass back to Ian, who sets it on the table. "My turn," Damon says, his eyes immediately zeroing in on me, sending tingles up my spine already curious as to what these Alpha's will make me do. "Jasmine, truth or dare?"

Out of habit, I chose to dare without thinking it through and I really wanted to see how far the guys could push me.

His eyes linger at various points on my body while he makes a big show of deliberating. I take another drink of wine and act disinterested, even though my skin is dancing with nerves. "Take off your shirt," Damon. says finally.

I stared back at him, my eyes narrowed. "Fuck off wanker"

He lets out an amused chuckle. "Fine, it's true, then."

I shrug a shoulder as I bite a corner of my lip.

"Who was texting you tonight? he asks.

I let out a long sigh. I should have expected this question and, in the scheme of things, it's not that bad.

"It is some random stalker sending some threatening messages," I say evenly.

Damon's brows lift in surprise.

"What's going on? What was the person texting you about?"

Flashing an obvious fake smile, I say, "I already answered your question."

Turning away from Damon, I look at the other three men. Since I'm still feeling awkward about having had sex with Ian earlier, I don't want to choose him.

Erik intimidates me, if I'm being honest, as much as I want to settle on my anime and book buddy Damon...I decide. To choose Harry, we haven't had any connection yet. "Truth or dare?" I ask, looking into the man's dark eyes.

"Dare."

Internally, I scramble to come up with some sort of creative idea.

I don't know these men well, and all that really comes to mind when I look at Harry's beautiful face is some sort of dare that would involve him touching me, or maybe him taking some clothes off, but I'm not going there with him, especially not with Ian and Damon sitting here.

I haven't had enough wine to make that kind of reckless move.

"I dare you to twerk for thirty seconds," I say as soon as the idea occurs to me.