Page 116 of Nest of Thieves
“Jo!” I roar, shoving out of the chair and bursting out of my room.
I hear a loud squeak from downstairs. Mac meets me at the base of the stairs, holding his knife loosely in his hand. He’d stab me in a heartbeat if I was a serious threat to her. I stop on the last step.
“Jo, get that sweet ass over here and tell me why my room reeks of your cum!”
Mac’s free hand flies up to cover a laugh. I glare at him, and he smartly tucks the knife away and leaves me to deal with the naughty little omega. She’s gripping the edge of the counter and biting her bottom lip when I walk into the kitchen. Vette is cooking dinner and hardly spares me a second glance.
“Estás en problemas,” he tells her.You’re in trouble.
“Yeah, you are.” I stop across from her and place my hands on the counter, leaning in. “You put a camera in my room?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, does that bother you?” She bats her eyelashes, but the devious tilt of her lips says she’s not sorry at all.
“You don’t get to put up cameras. I’m the one who puts up cameras.”
She tips her head to the side. “Oh, honey, you think you’re in charge.”
I growl and start around the counter. She squeaks and dashes to the other side. I move back around, and she dodges me again.
“Stop acting like a child,” I say.
“Says the alpha who spies on me while I sleep,” she hisses.
Vette gives me a look as if to say,really?It should come as no surprise to anyone that I still had a camera in her room. It’s literally my job to make sure the pack is safe, and she was a threat. Now that she’s not, she’s pack. I see no reason to take the camera down. And so what if some of that has to do with me wanting to check on her in the middle of the night to make sure she’s okay or just to watch her.
Fuck.
I am a creep.
“You changed my passwords,” I say, changing tactics.
“Which hardly stopped you. How long did it take you to get in?”
“Two minutes.” I walk around the counter slowly, but she runs to the other side. “Stop running.”
“Stop telling me what to do.”
“Kiss my ass.”
She gasps but then cackles. “It was a good password.”
I meet Vette’s gaze over the top of her head and give him a small nod. I move for her, and she starts to rush away, but Vette grabs her, pulling her into his chest.
“Traitor,” she shouts, bucking in his hold.
Rounding the counter, I stop in front of them and gaze down at her. “Now that I’ve got you, how should I punish you?”
“It was only fair,” she reasons.
“You touched yourself in my bed.”
“Damn, mami. That’s cruel.”
“He deserved it,” Jo mumbles.
I squat and shove my shoulder into her hips, banding my arms around her thighs. Vette releases her, and she falls over my shoulder with a grunt. Her hand smacks my ass, and I purr, standing and carrying her up the stairs.
“Keep it up, babe. See how much more trouble you’ll be in.” I give her a solid swat on her ass as retribution, and she moans. She stops flailing, and her vanilla-scented arousal curls around me. I kick my door shut and drop her on the bed, grabbing my phone and opening the camera app. I blow up the feed for my room and prop the phone on one of the pillows.
