Page 111 of Pack of Crooks
Oh, are they having fun?
Eyes narrowing to slits, I scoot further back and turn around, denying them their show, and lie back. My eyes flutter closed as I work my fingers around my clit, throat bobbing as I swallow a moan.
Lips press against mine. I could practically sob in relief as a hot tongue traces the seam of my mouth. I consider keepingit pressed into a firm line, not giving Ezra the satisfaction of kissing me, but I’m weak and horny. My lips part, and he hums in approval, squeezing my tits as he kisses me senseless.
Heart quickening, I move my fingers faster, but someone pushes my hand away. Before I can protest, two fingers push into me and a thumb finds my clit. Different hands. Maddox and Kill work like a well-oiled machine, their fingers driving me higher and higher.
Ezra pinches both of my nipples.
I gasp into his mouth.
He deepens the kiss, moving one palm up to my throat, squeezing slightly to deny me air. He breaks away, mouth coming down on my left breast, sucking and licking and biting until I’m a panting mess. The oxygen deprivation has me floating like a cloud. A wisp of nothing but pleasure and delight as the pack sends me to the stars.
When I shatter, they’re all there, catching me, carefully bringing me down until my muscles are like jelly. Ezra catches my lips again, kissing me deep and long, hand pulsing at my throat, then his mouth moves to my ear.
“Such a good omega.” He nudges my cheek with his nose. “Is our pretty thief happy now?”
“I’m so happy,” I say with a dreamy sigh.
I could stay like this forever, with the three of them surrounding me, filling me with pleasure and praise. Too bad there’s serious business to discuss tonight.
Pretending like it isn’t my scent filling up the hub is near impossible with the way Bubblepop’s Scream mask keeps veering in my direction. Ezra is giving a brief of the plan forKain Industries over the next two weeks. Targeting smaller subsidiaries, tanking stock prices, a few smear campaigns.
Bit by bit, they’re dismantling Tristan’s pedestal.
“—and you will be planting this on his computer.” Maddox stops in front of me, holding a USB.
I tear my gaze away from Bubblepop. Taking it from him, I turn it over in my hand. Its smooth black plastic case is cool against my palm. “What is it?”
“The contingency plan,” he says.
Right. With the safe being empty, the pack had to figure out how else to hurt Tristan. They want him to suffer before he dies. It’s ruthless. I like it.
“A virus,” Kill supplies.
“Not just a virus,” Ezra says, studying each of us in turn. “This malware will steal every important bit of information from Tristan’s computer, but most importantly, it’ll give us access to his cryptowallet.”
“Hitting him where it hurts,” Bubblepop murmurs. “Take his money, take his power.”
“And then topple the rest of his empire,” Roscoe adds.
“Exactly.” Ezra’s mask turns in my direction. “Planting that will be dangerous. It takes ten minutes to install, if you’re caught before then?—”
“I can do it.” Tristan is hardly in his office. There’s plenty of time. The guys trade looks, and I get the sense they’re considering changing plans, but they’ve worked on this for over a year. I won’t let their desire to protect me stop this plan. “If I’m caught, I’m good at getting away.”
I swear I hear Kill laugh.
My eyes narrow, not that he can see it. Being hunted by them was entirely different. I wasn’t running to save my life, and I wanted to get caught. When they caught me in their apartment, I got away.
Maddox nods, as if remembering that same night. “She can do it.”
“Good. We need it installed before the next board meeting in two weeks. Everyone else, let’s cut off his legs.”
A gruesome image, but by incapacitating the businesses that make the most income, the conglomerate will suffer, and wounded animals lash out, out of fear, making mistakes. Given that Tristan is already emotionally volatile, it isn’t hard imagining what he might do.
Let’s just hope no one else dies because of him.
thirty-two
