Page 80 of Pack of Crooks
She nods. “I remember.”
“Good. Now get to work,” I tell the rest of the room, eyes straying to Hazel. How mad would she be if I fucked her while they were in the next room? “You. In my office.” I’m not about to let a few coworkers keep me from my dinner.
Hazel’s bunny mask hides her features, but slowly she walks toward me. The thin material of her top and bra does nothingto hide her hardening nipples. My erection presses against my zipper. With a grunt, I turn and walk into the office, reaching down and adjusting myself, waiting for her to close the door so I can have her spread eagle on the desk.
Turning, I watch her make her way through the hub. Those hips sway back and forth, full and in desperate need of my hands. I lick my lips in anticipation as she reaches the threshold. The office floods with strawberries and some of my scent. A wicked grin cuts across my face. God she smells fucking sinful with my cum coating her skin. Hazel closes us inside the room. It’s everything I can do stay rooted to the spot.
“What did Kill tell you about those skimpy outfits?”
She crosses her arms. “Are you serious right now? It’s a tank top and shorts, kitty.”
I shake my head. “No, sunshine, it’s temptation.” Tipping my head, I peer at her through my purge mask. “What did Kill tell you?”
“He said he’d knot me in front of the pack. . .” She trails off with a shrug. “Guess it’s a good thing he’s not here.”
Dark amusement rolls around in my chest. “Is that so?” I rise from my seat, and she sucks in a quick breath. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but there all the same. She holds herself as still as possible as I stride around the desk. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, betraying her excitement. I move with slow, purposeful movements, drawing out my approach as I watch her gaze moving over my form. Her irises burn with desire. I’m covered from head to toe, but I may as well be naked with the way her pupils blow wide with desire. I wish I could see the rest of her face.
Pleasure rumbles low in my chest as I stop before her. Her nickname is too precise. I’m purring like a fucking cat, watching her tits heave as her breath quickens. Sweet strawberry perfumehangs heavy in the air, coated in a mouth-watering musk that comes from her slick. Her desire. Potent and all for me.
“You wouldn’t,” she says softly as I stop in front of her.
“Wouldn’t I?” I murmur, the voice box distorting my tone. “Are you going to stop me?” My fingers slip under the edge of her plastic mask, and I peel it off, exposing her scarlet cheeks and moistened lips.
Gotcha. A purr rumbles deep in my chest.
Her eyelids lower as she gazes up at me. “I should.”
“But you won’t?” I press, searching for any signal that she’s not consenting.
“I think,” she begins, running a finger along the slope of the tank top. “That I need to be punished.”
Fuck me. She’s perfect. With the red glow of my mask reflecting off her delicate skin, I wrap my fingers around her throat and draw her toward me, reveling in the way she gasps. “You’re going to pay for this outfit, sunshine.”
twenty-two
HAZEL
“You’re going to pay for this outfit,sunshine.”
My name spills out of his mask in a rough growl that caresses down my spine. I’ve never hated the voice box more. I want to rip his mask off, but I don’t know how he’d react, and I don’t want to ruin the moment. His honeyed scent wraps around me, and I breathe in and sigh in contentment even with the firm grip on my throat.
“Have I been a bad omega?” I tease.
I’m playing with fire, but I think I’m well past the point of simply yearning to burn. I’m so needy I’m ready to explode.
Mad chuckles as the fingers around my neck tighten. “You’re a brat.”
“Maybe,” I confess.
“Let’s see if we can fix that,” he says, leading me toward the couch with one hand gripping my neck and the other on my ass. I’m panting by the time he spins so my ass smacks against the arm of the couch. I turn as he drops one knee onto the couch. His thighs are so big, I can’t wait to sit in his lap and ride him.
Our scents collide in the air. Fuck, he’s just as turned on as I am. My gaze drops to the very thick outline pressing against his pants. My stomach flutters in anticipation of having it inside of me. Mad reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silk tie.
My eyebrows pinch together.
“Look at the door,” he demands.
Eyes snapping up to meet the red Xs of his mask, I bite my lip and turn to do as I’m told. The silk of the tie is smooth against my skin as he wraps it around my head and secures it with a knot.
