Page 81 of Pack of Crooks
My inhalations are frantic with excitement as he draws closer, pressing his chest into my back in a painfully drawn out moment that threatens to make my heart give out. Something soft drops to the floor, followed by something more solid.
The mask.
I want to see,I almost beg, but good girls are rewarded, so I stay perfectly silent as his fingertips, warm and blessedly bare, ghost over my forearms, tracing up my biceps, until both hands settle at my throat. One rests a little higher, forcing my chin to lift and head to tip back.
“Look at you,” he whispers, breath brushing against my lips. My heart skips. He’s so close we could kiss. I almost whine at the theft of his real voice. Whispering is a cruel sort of torment. I want to hear his voice.
“Alpha,” I rasp, ready to beg, but his lips claim mine. He kisses me like he wants me to remember. Deep, sensual strokes of his tongue, teasing brushes of his lips, soft nips. Hands holding me prone and at his mercy. He tastes like the best worst decision I’ve ever made, and if Mad was a sin, I’d commit it again and again just to experience the reverence he gives to the moment.
Like it means more than a simple fuck.
Like he’s waited to kiss me for a lifetime.
Like I’m his everything.
Reaching up, I find the back of his neck and feel the soft strands of his hair. I can’t see it, but right now, I don’t need to. I thread my fingers through it and tug gently. He groans into my mouth. The sound is deep, a rich tone that I greedily swallow. It’s then I realize, I don’t need him to speak in order to understand how this moment is affecting him.
All I need is for him to come, but when I tug again, one of his hands slips away from my throat and grabs my wrist, drawing it down and pinning it under my breasts.
He doesn’t have to speak to tell me what to do.Be goodis the clear command as he breaks the kiss.
“That’s the last thing I want,” I confess, searching for his mouth but unable to find it thanks to the fucking blindfold.
He floats the other hand down to cup one of my tits, tweaking the nipple right as his mouth clamps around my throat in a teasing bite. The pull of pain is quickly chased away by the swipe of his tongue. He cups my boob, tugging at my peaked nipple through the fabric of my shirt as he releases the arm he’s pinned and glides his other hand over my soft stomach, slipping it beneath the band of my skort.
He hums against my neck as his fingers meet bare skin. “Fuck, sunshine, really?”
Maybe it was a little presumptuous to go commando, but an omega has to be prepared. Skilled fingers glide through my slit, teasing through how wet he’s made me, gathering up the essence before finding my clit.
He may not want to talk, but I can for the both of us.
“That’s my good alpha,” I praise as he rubs circles over the bundle of nerves, arching into his touch and sighing. “Look at the mess you’ve made of me.”
Chest rumbling as it’s pressed against me, Mad slides one thick finger inside of me. The skort is annoyingly restricting, butit pushes his finger deep as his thumb keeps a steady rhythm. Four deliberate strokes, rub, four more circles. I rock into the touch, chasing the electric sensations.
But it’s not enough.
I want more. I want everything. I want him to fuck me until I can’t walk straight. I want a knot. I want his bite. I want to stay here forever. Omega desires collide with horny desires, until I’m trembling with need.
I reach my hands up and over my head, locking them around his neck and pulling his throat to my mouth. “Please knot me.” I kiss his pounding pulse. “I want you inside of me,” I beg when he simply adds another finger. Biting his neck before sucking on it, I channel patience, but when it’s apparent he’s determined to tease me forever, I break. “Mad,please.”
He stays silent—the fucking bastard—as his fingers slip out of me and he breaks out of my hold. I’m ready to protest, but he grabs the bottom of my shirt and yanks it over my head. With one flick of his fingers he undoes my bra clasp and tugs that off.My stomach tightens and a flush crawls up my neck as he hooks his fingers under my skort. I’m about to be totally naked and blindfolded. I’ve learned to love my body, but I’m sad I don’t get to watch him take me in or see him without clothes.
I lift my hips as he shoves my bottoms down my legs. He retreats for a second and fabric drops to the ground behind me, but when he takes too long to come back, I stand and turn, brushing my fingers along the couch until I’m standing in front of it and hopefully in front of him.
My skin prickles with awareness. He’s watching me. Confidence surges through me, and I step toward him, reaching out with my hands. My fingertips brush against his firm chest, but only for a moment. I frown.
Did he just step back?
I move forward, barely touching him before he moves away once again. “Bear,” I growl and take two steps, hoping to catch him off guard, but I crash into his solid form. His hands drop to my waist and spin me around. His hard body crowds mine, thick erection nestling against my ass and low back as he leads me forward until my hips bump against something solid.
Maybe the table, maybe the desk.
I don’t really care about the specifics because one hand trails up my spine, resting between my shoulders and pushing me down until my front is pressed against the surface. He nudges my ankles, and I widen my stance, opening myself to him.
“Am I being a good omega?” My voice is a husky rasp as he glides his hand down my back.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you until you cry.” He smacks my ass and the sting is immediately soothed by his palms which spread my asscheeks, exposing more of me as his cock presses against my center. He’s so girthy my walls stretch around him as he eases inside of me, bottoming out right next to my g-spot. I gasp as he grinds against it.
