Page 105 of Pack of Crooks
He kisses the side of my head. “Promise. You were a masterpiece.”
“So what, do I call you daddy or?”
He laughs. “I’m not a daddy. Just call me Kill, or alpha, but don’t overthink it, okay?”
“Okay.” Chewing on my cheek, I cling to him, a little embarrassed at my reaction, but before I can fall too far down into the pit of shame, Kill’s there, shoving my worries back with his praise and touch, lulling my mind into a quiet space, protecting me from myself and reminding me how good I did, how he can’t wait to do it again, and how perfect I am.
The last part feels like a lie, but the more the pack tells me I’m everything they’ve wanted or that I’m the perfect omega, the more I start to believe it.
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KILL
Sleeping with Hazel in my arms is impossible. She’s soft against my body, a perfect fit. Breathing in her strawberry scent, I smooth my palm down her spine, over the curve of her ass, and squeeze.
She releases a tiny moan of approval and presses into me.
My dick pulses. It’s so hard it almost hurts.
Fuck. I should leave before I wake her up. She needs to rest. As careful as I can, I extract myself and slide down the bed, trying not to jostle her. I search for my pants, knowing I can’t walk around in boxers anymore.
“Where are you going?”
I turn around, abandoning my search and eyeing her sleep-mussed hair and how she squints at me. “I’m leaving you to sleep.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Trust me, if I stay, you won’t be sleeping.”
Her eyes fully open. “I’m okay with that.” She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and reaches for me.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. My length throbs at the idea of filling her cunt. I shove my boxers down and fist my cock, watching her pupils blow wide. “Come here.”
“Yes alpha,” she purrs.
Releasing my dick, I watch her climb off the bed and saunter toward me, wide hips swaying with every step. She cups one of her breasts and tweaks her nipple. As soon as she’s within reach, I grab her hips and hoist her up. She screeches something about being too heavy, but I ignore that bullshit as her legs wrap around my middle, positioning her high enough that her tits are right in front of my face.
A little midnight snack.
I suck one into my mouth, biting the nipple and soothing the pain with a swirl of my tongue. Her arms cradle my head to her chest as I worship the left breast then move to the right. Grinding her slick pussy against my torso, she silently begs for what she wants, but I want to hear the words so I take my time suckling her nipple.
“Kill,” she complains.
Coming off her breast with a pop, I tilt my head and look up at her. “Do you want something, Hazel?”
“Please,” she complains with a little scowl, grinding that soaking wet pussy against me.
My eyebrows lift in challenge. “Let me hear you say it.”
Her eyes narrow to slits, and I can see her contemplating ignoring me. I bite her nipple.
She gasps.
“Say it.”
“Ugh, fine!” Taking a breath, her features smooth and she drags her nails over my scalp. “Please fuck me, Kill. Give me that fat knot.”
God damn. I loosen my grip on her, and she slides down with a startled screech, but I catch her once she’s positioned atmy hips, palms gripping her ass as my cock nestles against her center. The tip eases inside.
