Page 134 of Nest of Thieves
“Haven’t we already established that I’m here for good? Of course, you can fucking mate me. Now stop wasting time and get me BLANKETS!” The three of them laugh, and I growl, spinning on my heel and stomping inside. I’m not really mad at them for double checking, but that was forty-five seconds we’ll never get back.
Time is of the essence.
An hour later, the large closet under the stairs is cleared out, the cases of holiday decorations and other boxed-up things line the hall. The space is big enough for all four of us to sit or lie down comfortably, and there’s a small overhead light that Mac switched the regular bulb for a soft blue one. Lark dumps a handful of blankets in front of me.
“That should be good.” I grab the fluffiest one and wrap it around my shoulders.
“You’re so cute,” he says before leaving to bring in the rest of the supplies.
I snap, wondering if he’ll hear it.
A second later, he prowls back in the closet and stops in front of me. He slowly arches an eyebrow, and I tap my lips with my finger. His eyes drop to my mouth, and he swoops in, devastating me with his kiss. Mostly, I ask him for kisses. Sometimes, I snap my fingers and ask for snacks, but more than anything, I use his promise to give me whatever I want for physical affection.
I haven’t asked him to wear my dress yet, but it’s not off the table.
Lark pulls away and brushes his thumb over my lip. “I have to finish getting the supplies, baby.”
Huffing, I nod and step back. “Fine, leave me.”
“I’ll be back before you can miss me.”
Yeah, right. I already miss you and you’re standing right there. I don’t say that out loud, though. That would be too needy, and I refuse to be needy. At least, not until everything is ready.
I lie on the full-size mattress we shoved inside the closet, curling into a ball as another wave of intense need hits me. The desire to be fucked and filled with cum has been growing stronger with each passing hour. So much so that the guys insisted I sit while they finish hauling in our supplies.
Heats last forty-eight hours. Water and quick snacks are about all I’ll be able to tolerate for the next two days. At some point, I’ll lose all sense of propriety and start demanding sex. I think it’s probably a good thing that I’ll black out and forget how desperate I’m about to become.
My core clenches in need, and my clit throbs so hard I whimper and slip my hands into my underwear, pressing on the sensitive nub to relieve the pressure. Vanilla coats the air so thickly, it’s like a thousand scented candles burning at once.
“Damn, mami.” Vette drops onto the mattress and lies next to me, placing his hand on the top of the blanket cocooning me. “You okay?”
Just that touch sends a rush of fire through my veins. He’s not even touching my skin yet.
“It hurts.” I bite my lip and blink back tears. “I’msohorny.”
His cell phone pings with a notification, but he silences the device and tosses it to the floor. When he glances back at me, his smile is so affectionate it nearly breaks my heart. “I’m hard as a rock. You smell so damn good.”
I whine and open the blanket, inviting him into the cocoon. “Will you fuck me?”
* * *
VETTE
She peels the blanket away from her body, and her perfume hits me like a bullet to the chest. Thick with vanilla and black cherries. Sweet and rank with need. I forget all about whatever I was supposed to be doing. Her hand is inside of her shorts, and a deep growl fills my chest. I strip and grab her shirt. Her arms lift to help me take it off, and as soon as her finger leaves her clit, she releases a soft, pained noise.
Losing patience, I toss her shirt aside and gently push her shoulders so she flops onto the mattress. My hands hook into her shorts and tear them off her body, finding her thighs already slick. Dipping down, I lap up some of that essence, brain short-circuiting at the burst of flavor on my tongue.
Nothing has ever tasted sweeter. Nothing has ever tasted more like home.
Somewhere between tasting her and savoring her, I shifted between her legs. The head of my cock presses inside of her and Jo writhes, desperately trying to work me deeper into her. The entire room falls away and I slam into her with a savage need.
The rut takes hold of me, turning me into nothing more than an animal with a carnal urge. I dig my fingers into the blanket on either side of her head, slapping my hips against hers. Her back arches and her mouth parts, a tantalizing moan slipping past those luscious lips.
“Mine,” I snarl, diving in to claim her. Her tongue thrashes against mine, tits scraping against my chest as she rocks in time with my feral thrusts. I close my arms around her head and angle my hips so my cock brushes over her G-spot. A rush of slick coats my length, and I throb inside of her, my knot swelling and growing until she screams with her first orgasm.
I rip my mouth from hers and bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in as my teeth scrape over her throat.
“Yessss,” she rasps, turning her head to give me better access.
