Page 116 of Pack of Crooks
I nod, curling my tongue around Ezra’s girth. The beta smirks and slides his fingers into my hair, fisting it at the back of my head.
“I want to watch him fill you up, then you’re going to suck my cock like the needy omega that you are.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan as Kill slams into me. He’s so thick it almost hurts, but my slick easily helps me adjust. Kill rears back and drives in again.
Ezra watches our alpha pound into me, precum leaking onto my tongue which is still cradling his dick. I crane for his length, wrapping my lips around the tip, and his gaze skips to meet mine.
“So impatient,” he teases, shuffling forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. “Don’t worry, Hazel, I’ll fill that pretty throat with cum.”
Sighing, I wrap my lips around his length, bobbing my head a little. He tugs on my hair. I glance up at him, his dick deep in my throat, and he shakes his head.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth.” And then he takes control, rocking his hips in time with Kill. I suck my cheeks in and Ezra drops his head back, moaning as he pumps into my mouth. “Fuck, such a good omega.”
I hum in agreement.
Kill’s finger sweeps over my clit. “God, you look so perfect sucking his dick, baby.” I arch my back and he purrs. “That’s right, take this dick, baby.”
Ezra’s pace is steady and forceful enough to drive his tip to the back of my throat, but not hard enough to hurt me. As if he knows my body better than myself. Kill’s girth stretches me wide and he begins to thrust harder and faster, so rough that Ezra’s dick goes deeper into my throat, making the beta moan.
“Fuck,” Kill curses, the base of his length thickening. “Knot.”
“Do it,” Ezra rasps, tugging my hair and pumping a little faster. “Fill her cunt while I fill her throat.”
The thought of both of them coming at the same time has me sucking Ezra harder, hollowing out my cheeks, taking him into my throat and swallowing.
“Shiiiit,” Ezra gasps. “You’re going to make me?—”
I do it again, and he whimpers. Kill growls and slams into me, hips slapping against my ass and his knot locking us together. His thumb moves in tight, fast circles. Ezra’s cock pulses. My vision dims and tingles shoot down my spine. Cum sprays against the back of my throat. I swallow the salty warm liquid right as stars burst across my vision. Ezra’s length muffles my scream, but Kill moves his thumb faster, forcing me through oneorgasm and right into another as the last of Ezra’s cum spurts into my mouth.
My breaths come in heavy pants and Ezra slowly eases out, flopping onto the bed in front of me, hands cupping my cheeks as Kill’s knot is buried deep inside me.
“You should see how beautiful you are,” Ezra murmurs, smoothing some of the cum that’s dribbled down my chin over my lip. My tongue dashes out to taste it and he grins. “Tell our omega how it feels to knot that pretty pussy.”
“Like.” Kill grinds into me, another spray of cum hitting my g-spot and making me gasp. “Fucking.” He grinds his soaking tip against that spot. “Heaven.”
Ezra tips my head and kisses me. “You hear that, Hazel? You’re perfect for us.”
That’s never felt more true as our beta coaches me through taking Kill’s knot. When Kill is spent and we collapse onto the bed, the two of them cocoon me in their warmth and yummy scents, providing a blanket of security I’ve longed for ever since I can remember.
Friday night is more than welcome. It’s been a shit week. Between the overabundance of demands from Tristan and the total lack of opportunity to plant the virus, I can’t help feeling like I suck.
Tonight’s dinner with the pack and Lottie is much needed.
There are so many dresses spread out across the bed in my nest. I should probably wear the first one I tried on, but I didn’t like the way it looked. Or the next, or the next. I dig through the back of my closet. The hangers scrape over the closet rack and I huff, shoving aside a yellow dress I’ve never worn.
Why does nothing look right?
A knock sounds at the bedroom door.
“Come in.”
I don’t even have to look to know it’s Maddox. His scent shoots straight toward me. Breathing in, I sigh, reveling in his scent, and then turn. His eyes drink me in and linger where the fabric at the end of the robe brushes against my mid-thigh. He licks his lips, and slowly, drags his gaze over my curves, desire a burning beacon within his irises.
“I can’t find anything to wear.” A flush crawls up my neck. I don’t remember the last time someone looked at me the way this pack does.
“Hazel,” he purrs.
As tempting as that voice is, Lottie is waiting for us. “Don’t get any ideas.
