Page 69 of Pack of Crooks
To force me to do his will.
Luckily, the both of us want the same thing. I only wanted to draw it out, but my beta’s being greedy this morning.
“We’re going to fuck her together soon, alpha,” he promises. “You in her cunt, me in her mouth, she’ll be so full she won’t know what to do with herself.”
“Ezra,” I gasp, hand slipping on his hip. “I can’t.” My control breaks, vision wavering, muscles tightening.
“That pussy was fucking perfection, Kill. So fucking warm and wet,” he says, licking his lips. “Ready for your knot. You want a hole to knot, right, baby?”
The sound I make is too embarrassing to describe: my hips slam forward with my cock buried deep inside of him, and my head drops back as I come inside of my beta, filling him up as I promised, emptying my seed into that tight ass. “Ezra,” I moan as pleasure shoots down my spine, forcing me deeper, and he clamps tight around me, squeezing every last fucking drop out of me as he explains every way we’ll take Hazel together as the world shatters around me.
When we finally emerge from the bedroom, showered and cleaned up, Maddox is sitting at the island, a plate of breakfast, mostly strawberries, in front of him. He glances up from his phone.
“You two look so happy it makes me sick.”
Ezra laughs. “I hope we weren’t too loud.”
But I see the flicker of envy. Maddox wants someone to cherish like this. We’re a pack, but that can only do so much. Maddox needs an omega to hold and love. Judging by the mountain of red fruit on his plate, he needs Hazel.
“We’ll get her,” I tell him, dropping my hand on his shoulder and squeezing as I pass.
“I still don’t know why we can’t just bring her here now,” he grumbles.
Ezra shakes his head. “Because, like I’ve told you, you can’t justforceher to move in?—”
“Well,” I begin, remembering my favorite dark romance, but Ezra continues loudly, cutting me off because he already knows where I’m going.
“She has to want it, otherwise, she might resent us, and we don’t want our omega to resent us, right guys?”
Maddox and I trade looks.
“Right. Guys?” Ezra says a little more forcefully.
Releasing a heavy sigh, I grumble, “Fiiiine” and grab the eggs and bacon from the fridge. “I need your opinion on the nest, though.” My pack mates’ eyebrows jump. Grinning, I grab a pan and set it on the stove. “It needs to be ready before she moves in, yeah?”
They nod.
“Good. Now, I’ve already decided pink is a no go. Red feels a little too. . . unnerving, right?”
Maddox rubs his chin. “Red in a nest doesn’t feel very calming.”
“Unless it’s the right shade,” Ezra adds. “Something deep and moody.”
I lay strips of bacon in the pan as I nod along. “Deep and moody. That’s what I was thinking, but hear me out, what about green?”
“Green?” Maddox’s eyebrows pinch together.
“Not like lime green or even kelly green. Ezra, can you go to my saved photos on my phone and look at what I mean.” I finish with the bacon and wash my hands, admiring my handsome beta as he unlocks my device and shows Maddox the color palette I had in mine.
“Dark. Moody. Not a gross shade of green.” I dry my hands, pressing my palms into the counter. “Ezra said it himself. Our omega isn’t a pearl clutcher, and she’s not a bubble gum sort of woman. She’s complex.” I tip my chin. “That green is perfect.”
Maddox picks up his coffee. “I know nothing about design, but if you think she’ll like it. . . I trust you.”
“She’ll like it. Ez?”
“I think you know best when it comes to stuff like this.” My phone dings. His eyes lift to meet mine. “Mac texted you.”
Dread fills my veins. Mac, the alpha mate to the omega who runs the Atlantic City Knights, only texts me when he needs help, and when he needs help, it’s never good. There’s always innocent kids or omegas to rescue. Our packs met when we both decided to take down an omega trafficking ring.
