Page 122 of Nest of Thieves
He stirs the onions. “We’ll never eat if you keep talking like that.”
“You’re the one who brought up orgasms,” I point out.
With a soft growl, Vette turns off the stove and yanks me into his side, capturing my lips with his. “I’m trying to feed you because you’re hungry, but I can’t focus on that if I know you need my knot.”
I smile against his lips. “Sex then food.”
He yanks off our clothes and buries his fingers inside of me, purring in approval at how wet I am for him. His thick fingers stroke my walls, gathering up my wetness before he pulls them out and sucks on them, licking them clean. Grabbing my hips, he turns me around and presses me onto the counter. My tits smash against the cold granite, and I shiver as he lines the head of his cock up with my center.
“I’m going to fuck you and then you’re going to eat. ¿Entiendes?”
This time I do understand, and I nod, moving my ass in anticipation. Vette splays his hand across the small of my back and grabs my left hip, thrusting inside so hard I grasp the edge of the counter to help hold myself in place. This sex isn’t sweet or gentle; it’s rough and hard. Vette batters my pussy with so much force, I’m helpless to do anything but be his to use. I whimper and writhe, begging for release. The hand on my hip slides to my clit, pressing down hard and giving me exactly what I need to come all over him.
“Eres mia,” he grunts, pounding into me and forcing another orgasm out of me within a matter of seconds. “No te olvides.”
His words don’t make any sense to me, but the way he says them tells me all I need to know. He’s claiming me, and that alone makes my walls clench around his length, begging him for a knot. Vette’s breath comes in quick pants, his hips thrusting into me hard enough to make my entire body jolt. My nipples scrape back and forth across the cold counter, the friction only adding to the pleasure.
Digging my fingers into the edge of the counter even harder, I push my hips back to meet his, and he growls as his cock swells, and his knot locks us into place, forcing him to slow his thrusts. He keeps his finger on my clit, swirling and teasing and pleasuring. I’m completely at his mercy, and he draws orgasm after orgasm until he finally moans with his final release. His body drapes over mine, and he kisses my shoulder, resting his forehead there and laughing.
“Was that enough?”
“For now,” I say, moving my legs and rolling my hips in a slow circle while his dick softens, reveling in the last vestiges of his hardness.
“You’re going to make me hard again.”
“So soon?” I crane my neck to peek at him.
“For you? Hell yeah. You feel so good.” He groans in protest as he slides out of me, and the evidence of our joining coats my thighs, wet and hot. “You feel like home.” He kisses my shoulder again and slips his arms between the counter and my torso, hugging me. “Gracias, mi amor.” He brushes his lips over my shoulder again before moving back to the stove and resuming cooking. He leaves his clothes off, so I grab his shirt and slip it on.
His scent surrounds me, and I promise myself to Google what he said when I get back to my room so I can understand what it meant.Mi amoris easy.My love. Affectionate and simple. But those aren’t the words I want to know. I need to know what he said while he was buried deep inside of me, lost to everything but fucking me.
Eres mia.
* * *
You’re mine.
That’s what Vette had said. I don’t know why those words make me so giddy, but they do.
The guys got up this morning to go take care of some things, leaving me at home once again. I shove my fourth snack of the morning into my mouth, aggressively chewing the beef jerky. It’s not fair of me to be so mad at the dried meat. The jerky isn’t the one who left me at home. I know they’re trying to keep me safe, but they’re acting like they’ve forgotten who I am.
I toss the bag of jerky onto the counter and grab my phone, checking for messages from my sister. Other than a picture of my niece, there’s nothing from her. I want to ask her a thousand questions about how she knew her mate was the right person for her, but now isn’t the time. There are more pressing matters. I’ve waited around long enough. Last night, I had an opening to ask more questions and I didn’t take it.
I tap into the contacts and call the number I saved from the card I found in the office. Damien.
“Hello?”
“Hi.”
“No.”
The call ends. I scowl and redial the number, but Damien screens my calls. What a prick. I toss the phone on the counter and drum my nails against the granite, thinking over things. I’ll have to follow them the next time they go on a job. If they’re busy working, maybe they won’t realize I’m chasing after them.
It’s not a great plan, but it’s the only one I have. Now, I just have to wait for my opportunity.
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