Page 84 of Pack of Crooks
Every inch of my body feels like it’s floating, soaring through a sunlit sky with birds and rainbows. It’s obnoxious how right the world feels as Ezra helps me to sit up. Kill dives in for a kiss, stealing the breath I was taking to steady myself. He pulls back and studies me.
“I’m so glad you came.”
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. “You’re a dork.”
“Let her get dressed,” Mad says, tugging on his pants.
Ezra and Kill step back, both of them offering me one hand to help me slide off the table. Cum and slick slide down the insides of my thighs. I’m not complaining though. The lotion Mad gave me was nice, but I much prefer this. I scoop up my tank top and bra, stomach fluttering under the weight of their stares.
I glance at Mad, who scoops up his own shirt and pulls it down over my head. His fingers catch my chin and he leans toward me, lips brushing against mine as he murmurs, “Can’t focus with you naked.”
Chewing on my lip, I tug on my skort and clear my throat. “So. . . is the special meeting canceled now that everyone left?”
“No.” Ezra gestures to the couch. “Have a seat.”
Why does this feel like a breakup? Did they want to fuck me and get me out of their system? “Uh, I’ll stand.” My scent sours and Ezra sighs, shaking his head and coming toward me. He opens his arms, and I hesitate a moment before accepting the hug. It’s gentle but assuring. His rich, chocolatey scent surrounds me and starts to loosen the knot in my stomach.
“You’re okay.”
My eyebrows pinch. Then what do they want to talk about?
“We have a proposal,” Mad says, voice gruff.
“We want you to move in,” Kill blurts.
Mad and Ezra each scowl at him. He ignores them both, steps forward, and steals me from Ezra, cupping my hand in his. Kill’s touch is a little stronger, firmer. More demanding. And then he swipes his thumb along my neck, marking me with his scent, turning me into an inferno of desire even though I’ve already come so many times tonight.
My heart trembles. I used to dream of a pack coming to my rescue, saving me from my miserable existence, but I gave that fantasy up a long time ago. The only person I’ve ever been able to rely on is myself. This pack though? They bring long forgotten wishes of somewhere to belong to the forefront of my mind. Like maybe it’s possible for me to find love.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” Killian asks, a purr chasing his words. “Like you’re drowning in need and even though it’s probably not a good idea, all you want to do is swim a little deeper.” He brushes his lips over mine, groaning as sweetness explodes around us. “Be our omega,” he murmurs against my mouth before kissing me again, biting my bottom lip and gently tugging.
A moan rattles out of my throat.
What are they doing to me?
My eyes slide to Mad, who is standing so still he looks like a statue set to crack.He’s restraining himself,I realize, and I reach for him. A wordless request, an acceptance of what they’re asking, and with careful control, he tugs me out of Kill’s hold and places his hands under my thighs. I jump as he lifts, wrapping my thighs around him when he buries his head against my neck. Air rushes over my skin as he inhales, sending a ripple of goosebumps down my arms.
This is different from earlier. His touch then was an alpha in need. Right now, though, he’s an alpha desperate to keep what he thinks is his. It’s in the way he holds me—like he’s worried I’ll slip out of his embrace, like sand through his fingers. In the deep rumble of his chest. That purr steals the last of my rational thoughts. But there’s no reason when it comes to bonding with a pack. It’s primal and driven by what feels right, and god does Pack Lennox feel so fucking perfect. I dive my fingers into Mad’s hair and tug. He groans, flicking his tongue out to trace a line over my throat.
I gasp in delight, but manage to keep myself from begging for his knot again. I don’t want to looktoodesperate.
“Be our omega,” he murmurs against my neck, biting me before kissing away the sting.
What I wouldn’t give to have their marks on my skin.
“What about Lottie?” The words tumble out of me. I need them to understand that it’s not just me they’re asking for. If I accept this pack, they have to accept Lottie.
“I already have her room ready,” Kill says.
My gaze jumps to his. “A room?”
He smirks. “You didn’t think we’d let you be evicted and have nowhere to go, did you?”
That’s nice, but unease rolls through me. It’s too much. “What’s the catch?”
Mad pulls back, gaze snaring mine. “You’re our omega. You live with us. It’s as simple as that.”
“In that big apartment?”
