Page 110 of Nest of Thieves
“I need you inside of me,” I pant, grabbing the dagger and tossing it aside.
Mac grips the base of his cock and we both watch his head press inside of me and stretch my walls. I moan in approval when he rocks a little. Mac grabs either side of my face and claims my mouth like he’s about to lose me, infusing tender yet feverous need into the kiss until it hurts to breathe. His hips slam forward, and I gasp, digging my nails into his perky ass and holding him deep inside of me. I grind my pussy on his cock as he kisses me stupid. Mac growls in my mouth and his cock swells, the base forming a thick knot that stretches and fills me until we’re locked together.
The first orgasm crashes into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. I rip my mouth away from Mac’s and gasp for air. His hands find my hips and his lips trace down my neck. His teeth find the spot right next to where Vette bit me. Thick cock pulsing inside of me, he slams me down on his knot, ripping a cry from my mouth. My pussy drenches him. Worships him. Clenches around him like a ravenous little beast.
Mac’s cum pours into me, and his grip is tight on my love handles as he works me on his cock. He grinds his lower stomach over my clit, drawing another throaty moan from my lips and filling my body with so much blissful pleasure, every trace of pain is forgotten. The cuts on my chest pulse, but it doesn’t hurt, not while the head of his cock brushes over my G-spot, hitting it hard enough I squirt all over him.
I lean forward and bite his shoulder, screaming as another orgasm chases that one. Again and again, Mac makes me come until I can’t think about anything but the way his knot stretches and fills me.
“Scream my name, Kitten,” he whispers against my throat, tugging my skin between his teeth. “Cry for me like a good little omega.”
I whimper and rock in time with his thrusts, chasing the orgasm he’s teasing me with.
“Come on, Kitten. Open those sweet little lips and tell the whole world who owns you. Tell them all how you’re a good little slut for me, soaking my dick. Taking my knot like you were meant to.” He slams me down on him. “Bleeding for me and only me.” His length pulses inside of me, hitting that spot deep inside of me.
“Fuck. Mac, yes.” I mewl and desperately grind on him, trying to take him deeper.
“Good girl,” he purrs, thrusting faster, angling his hips just right.
“I’m going to come. Mac.” I gasp. “Oh fuck, Mac.”
His mouth slams into mine, and we both cry out at the same time. Mac drinks my whimpers down until there’s nothing left and his knot fades. He stays inside of me, grabbing the sides of my face and tipping my head back so he can kiss down my throat. Over the hollow of my neck. Down to the letters he cut into my skin. His hot tongue laps over the wounds, and I hiss as my body protests, forcing myself to relax against the pain while he cleans the blood from my chest. When he finishes, he pulls back to stare at me.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks with crimson-stained lips.
I shake my head, chuckling and panting. “Absolutely not.”
His lips kick up in a maniacal smirk. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“Shut up and kiss me again.”
He does, but this time it’s gentle, like he’s come back from the edge of violence. Ever so slowly, he eases out of me, and I groan in protest, instantly missing his knot. Our cum spills out of my core, coating my thighs and the desk. Filling the air with vanilla and vetiver.
“I changed my mind,” he says, kissing my forehead.
“About what?”
“You can keep my knife.” His fingers hover over his name on my skin. “The next time someone hurts you, you use it to carve their heart out.”
I grin and hum in approval. “Deal, so long as you fuck me like that after.”
“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll fuck you like that again,” he says, looking at my chest. “Guess I should clean you up again.”
Glancing down, I survey the damage. Harsh, angry red lines make up the three letters of his name, and blood slowly wells up and skates down my skin in big, fat beads. It’ll scab over and be itchy as shit, but I can’t help but widen my smile.
“Yeah, I guess you should.”
“For a second, I worried you’d be pissed.” Mac pulls on his shirt and smooths his hair.
“Why? I gave you permission.”
“I don’t know. Guess I’m used to being too much for people.”
I tip my head to the side. “You’re not too much for Lark and Vette.”
“That’s different, they’re family.” He shakes his head. “Whatever, it’s dumb.”
“It’s not dumb,” I say, hopping off the desk and grabbing my thong and yoga pants. “But I’m not mad. I’ll never be pissed at you for caring.”
