Page 118 of Nest of Thieves
“Fuck. Yes.”
I give her two forceful thrusts for liking my dirty talk. For not shying away from the degradation. “You want my knot?”
She rolls her nipples between her fingers and nods.
“Beg for it like the filthy little whore you are.”
Jo’s lips part, and the words from her mouth are like angels coming down from heaven.
“I need your knot. I need you to stretch my walls until I feel like I’m going to break.” I thrust into her hard to tell her how good she’s doing. “Please.” My skin slaps against hers. “Please knot me, Riku.”
“Such a good little omega,” I purr as the base of my cock swells and stretches her. My knot holds her hostage as my cum spills inside of her, pumping her full of my scent. I dive down and capture her plump lips, teasing her tongue with mine and pinning her hands above her head.
She moans, and I rip my mouth from hers, kissing down her chin and neck, coming to the spot where I’d mark her as mine with a bite. My teeth ache to sink into her skin, but I hold myself back, opting to simply nip her flesh. She writhes beneath me, and her legs wrap around my hips, holding me hostage. Her nails bite into the backs of my hands, and I gyrate inside of her, working her over until she turns into a whimpering, wet mess around my knot. I fuck Jo until her legs grow slack, shaking with the effort it takes to keep them wrapped around me. I fuck her like she’s my omega, because at this point, she is.
There will never be another omega. There’s only Jo. Only her moans. Only the devious tilt of her lips. Only the fire in her eyes when something makes her mad. She’s all I want and need, and if she leaves, it’ll destroy me. My cock pulses in protest, so I thrust into her more frantically, giving her every last drop of my cum like, somehow, the more of me she has inside of her will ensure she stays put.
My whole body trembles with fear as my final orgasm takes me. I bury my mouth against her throat and roar, holding her until the knot fades. I think I’m in love. As soon as we can separate, I pull out of her and sit back, frowning at what I’d just thought. Love? Whenever I love someone, they leave me. Realizing how royally fucked I am, I run my hand over my mouth and try to think of a way to take my heart back from the omega who stole it.
Jo chuckles and stretches, oblivious to my horror.
The only other woman who was supposed to love me dumped me at a fire station.
Jo’s not my mom, but she has the upper hand. She could gut me, and I’d smile and thank her. An ache builds in my chest, and I slide off the bed, knowing it’s shitty to leave right now, but I can’t let her see my fear. I can’t let her know how much she could hurt me.
“God, that was amazing,” she murmurs, sitting up and eyeing me. “Where are you going?” Her tone is playful, so I smile.
My mom was supposed to love me, but she abandoned me, so now I’m terrified you’ll never love me, even though you’ve given me no reason to think otherwise. Why would you want me when my own flesh and blood didn’t? When no one else wanted me?
“Just remembered something I had to do.” I slip my clothes back on, ignoring the nagging voice in my head that’s telling me to stay.
“Uh-huh. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I say with a shrug instead of saying,I’ve never given someone so much control over me and you terrify me.
Irritation flares in her aura, and she visibly withdraws from the moment. I’m such an asshole.
“Right. I’ll go, then.” She shoves off the bed and grabs her clothes, leaving without getting dressed and storming toward her room. Her door slams shut, and Mac materializes at my door like a damn magician.
“What?” I ask in a gruff voice.
“If you fuck this up, I’ll kill you.”
“I’m not going to fuck it up.”
He arches an eyebrow and points his knife at me. “She’s pissed. It’s your fault. Fix it.”
“You’re really going to kill me?”
“If you don’t fix it, yeah.”
“What about bros before—” I duck to avoid the knife, instantly knowing what I said was shitty. Fear makes me a fucking prick.
Mac grabs my ear and yanks me up, feral instinct to protect what’s his contorting his features. “Finish the sentence.”
I could easily take him. I’ve proved that time and time again. We both know I’m the better fighter, but there’s something to be said about passion. Mac’s as lost to Jo as I am. It makes me feel a little better to know how much of a grip she has on him.
We’re all fucked.
