Page 10 of Pack of Crooks
I draw my hands up his back, slipping one beneath his shirt, humming as his soft skin glides against my palm. But he doesn’t have the key. I rake my nails down his back. Hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to draw blood, and he hisses. Not a purr. A simple, lustful hiss.
A beta then.
An alpha who was enjoying this would already be a little rumbling box of goodness.
“It’s been fun, sweetheart,” I tell Hawk, booping the nose on the mask and sliding off of him and moving to Bear.
His arms are crossed and his mask is tilted up.
Mmm. We have a tough guy, huh? I hook my hands around the back of his neck, slowly take my seat, and brush my tits over his forearms. He immediately drops his hands, placing them on my ass. I go to move his, but he flexes his fingers, dragging me against his body.
My gaze lifts to the blue Xs. “Okay, tough guy,” I say, rocking my hips against his lap. I focus on where my thighs spread across his pockets, making a show of searching for a hint of metal—but there’s only muscley goodness on the left. Bear smells like honey, sweet and good enough to eat. Between the four of us, we smell like a bakery. But I can’t focus on that. I have to pass this test, I have to ignore the urge to rub my face against the crook of his neck. I roll my hips, purposefully pressing down in the middle extra hard, delighting in the faint but very distinct rumbling in his chest. “Good kitty, stay still for me just like that,” I murmur.
Wolf and Hawk chuckle.
My lips kick up even as Bear’s grip on my ass tightens. I bypass the rapidly hardening cock and pay attention to the right thigh. Nothing there. With an exaggerated exhale, I unlink my hands, scrape my nails over the back of his neck, insides practically melting when his head rolls back and he curses at the sky.
“Easy, kitty, I’ve got you,” I tell him to be a dick, smoothing my hands down his torso. He’s stacked, but his stomach is softer than Hawk’s. Bear is a pretty fitting nickname, and he doesn’t have the key. None of them do. It was taped under my chair and is currently tucked in the side pocket of my leggings. I’m enjoying myself far too fucking much to stop now though. I may not get the job, but I’m not leaving empty handed. I could probably cash in this ego boost for gold.
“Hey, kitty?”
Bear straightens until his mask is focused on me.
“You have to let me go.”
His grip flexes, like he’s debating if he really has to. The warmth in my belly is now an inferno, and my clit pulses, so I do the only thing that makes sense. I rock myself over his length, stifling a hum of approval. It takes every ounce of my strength to start to rise off his lap. I very much want to stay, and he’d probably let me, but I’m here for a job, not to get knotted.
Un-fucking-fortunately.
His fingers slowly drag over my ass, sweep down my thighs as I step back, and I swear the alpha reaches for me for a millisecond before his own sanity returns and he drops his hands into his lap, clenching his fists.
I stare at him for a moment, tip my head, and then glance at Hawk, who is watching me much like his namesake. Maybe they really did want an omega to keep them company.
“What about me?” Wolf drawls.
I glance at him. “Feeling left out?”
He shrugs. “A little.”
“Aw, poor baby,” I tease, that magnetism practically forcing me toward him. I make a split-second decision to save my sanity and turn before sitting in his lap. If I face him, I may not survive this test without embarrassing myself. What I thought would help me save my dignity immediately backfires. His chest brushes against my back as he leans forward, grabs the backs of my knees, and places them over his legs, spreading me open.
“Mmm, such a pretty omega.”
Heat scorches every inch of my body and my brain short circuits. I love hearing those words. They’re enough to make me contemplate how hard it would be to get these guys out of their clothes.
Then a thought slaps me across the face.
What if this is the test?
To see if I can keep my head in the midst of. . . whatever this is.
Wolf wants to play dirty, but so can I. Reaching back, I lock my hands around his neck, shimmy up his lap until my ass is directly against his dick, and I roll my hips, not even pretending to find the key as his hands splay across my thighs, moving up and down.
Electricity dances up my spine and a whine lodges in my throat. I bite my cheek to keep it inside, refusing to embarrass myself. I may be desperately horny, but they don’t need to know that. As if my body wants to defy me, strawberries overpower the scent altering lotion, bursting out around me in a cloud of sweetness, tangling with the vanilla, chocolate, honey, and fudgy brownie goodness. God, we smell amazing together. Wolf’s fingers inch higher, dangerously close to my pussy, distracting me from rational thoughts. My entire core clenches. Wolf stiffens beneath me, breathing deep.
His chest rumbles and the plastic mask finds the shell of my ear. “Sunshine and strawberries.”
My heart stutters.Killian mother fucking Lennox.Fate really is a bitch. My heart begins to pound for an entirely different reason. I’ve never faced one of my victims after stealing from them.Now is a good time to leave.
