Page 19 of Pack of Crooks
Usually I have to tie him up to get him out of his head.
His breaths come in pants as he moves a trembling hand to the band of my boxers, ready to dip inside and hold me for real.
“Fucking hell. In the hallway?” Maddox growls as he passes.
Ezra bites his lip and his hand slips away.
“Way to be a cock block, Mad!”
“Maybe he wants to join,” Ezra teases.
Maddox rolls his eyes. “Hurry up and jerk him off. We have an omega to hunt.”
“Who said romance is dead?” I murmur, squeezing Ezra’s throat. The heat in his gaze from before is gone thanks to Maddox. Fucking asshole. “We’ll finish this later?”
“If you behave,” Ezra says.
I catch his mouth, bite his lower lip, earning a moan that makes me contemplate whether or not I can fuck him before we leave. “I thought you were my good boy,” I whisper into his ear.
My beta gazes up at me. “Always.”
Smirking, I release his throat and head to my closet which still smells like strawberries and sunshine. “Oh, Ez?”
“Yeah?” he rasps.
I grab a silky black button up and walk to the entrance of the small space, holding my beta’s gaze as I button my shirt. “I can’t wait to have her between us, a throat full of your cock and my dick deep inside her.” I drop my boxers, fist my cock, and pump it how I wish he had only moments ago.
His lips part as he watches me jerk off.
“And while she swallows your cum,” I say, panting as I move my hand up my shaft faster and faster. My balls clench, and I don’t resist, don’t try to control myself. “I’ll fill up that pretty cunt,” I say, voice strained as my dick pulses. Grunting, I tighten my grip. “Doesn’t that sound good, baby?”
He licks his lips and nods.
“Come here.”
As if drawn by a magnet, he drifts over to me, drops to his knees and opens his mouth.
“Such a pretty beta,” I tell him, jerking myself off faster until a stream of cum shoots out of my tip. I aim it as best I can, hitting his waiting tongue, but some of it lands on his chin, dripping down to his bare chest. Fuck, he looks so good covered in my cum.
Humming in approval, he swallows.
Dropping to a squat, I smooth the splatter over his muscled torso, coating him in a sheen of it, lifting my gaze to meet his. “Let’s go get our omega.”
seven
HAZEL
A soft hand on my shoulder wakes me from a dream about three men in masks chasing me. What does it say about me that I wasn’t scared? It wasn’t a nightmare, more like a fantasy, but those thoughts quickly dispel when I see Lottie’s furrowed brow.
“Are you okay? You were making noises.”
My cheeks heat. Lottie is growing up, but she’s still way too young to learn about certain things. “Yeah, just a bad dream.”
She nods and steps back. Her blonde hair is in two, perfectly symmetrical braids and she’s fully dressed and ready for school, backpack resting on one shoulder. Apparently things never change. Teenagers are still too cool to use a bag properly. “It’s time to go.”
“Give me a minute and I can walk you to the subway.” I hop up and tug on a pair of yoga pants, a black crop top, my favorite pair of Converse, and quickly toss my hair into a messy bun. “Ready?”
She chews on her cheek and turns, heading to the front door. Okay. Something’s up. She grips the strap of her backpack tight.I lock the door, side-eyeing her, but she’s staring at her shoes like they’re super interesting.
