Page 136 of Nest of Thieves
The only omega that’s ever fit. The only omega that will ever be ours. The only omega who can accept our darkness and faults.
Jo isn’t a one-night stand. Jo is forever, and I’ll die before I let her go.
As my knot begins to fade, I try to infuse every last ounce of what I feel into my thrusts. I squeeze her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers. I stroke her clit, helping her reach one last climax until we both collapse onto the mattress.
Something tugs at my heart when she rolls her head to look at me, a delighted smile cutting across her face.
Mate.
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MAC
Jo’s delirious smile makes my heart leap inside my chest, and my cock jerks with need. She did so good deep throating me while Lark fucked her, but that’s not enough. My name is carved into her chest—that’s not enough. The only thing that’ll satisfy me is to bite her as well, officially claiming her as my mate. Making her a full-fledged member of Pack Nunez. Only that bond will be enough.
My eyes flash to Lark, and he slides off the bed, joining Vette against the wall. I stare at the two of them while I climb back onto the mattress and hover over Jo. Their eyes are riveted on her. She’s all they see.
Good.
I need to be sure they’re one-hundred-percent in, because if they’re not, if they hurt her, I might do the unthinkable to men I consider my kin.
No one will ever hurt her again and live to see their next sunset.
Their blood will coat my hands, just like her slick as I slide my hand between her legs and slip two fingers inside of her throbbing core. The pulsing of her walls falls in time with my heartbeat, almost like a siren calling to me, drawing me in until my hands fall on either side of her. The head of my cock brushes through her slit and Jo’s eyes find mine.
“Mac,” she murmurs, stroking my cheek with her thumb. “Need.”
“Sweet little Kitten can’t even speak.” I reach between us and position myself. “It’s okay, love. I’ll find the words for you.”
I slam inside of her with one hard thrust, and her breath catches, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“You can never escape now, Kitten. This pussy. This slick. Your scent. Your heart.” I thrust once, twice, three times. “They’re ours. You’re ours.” I nip her chin and nudge her head aside with my nose. “If you try to leave, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth.” I kiss her throat. “I will drag you back where you belong. Do you know where that is?”
“Here,” she mumbles, scratching her nails down my back and rocking her hips in time with mine.
“That’s right, Kitten. You belong right here. This. Is. Your home.” Unable to keep coherent thought with her neck so close to my mouth, I sink my teeth into her delicate skin with a feral growl and cement my claim on her. My name on her chest can only do so much, but this mark? This is irreplaceable. This is priceless. This. Is Heaven.
Jo whimpers and keeps the pace for us, writhing under me as I hold myself fully sheathed inside of her, tipping her head to the side with my hands in her hair and taking everything she’s ever had to offer. My chest rumbles as my knot forms, further proving Jo’s the perfect mate we could ever ask for.
She handled Vette and Lark without a complaint.
She’s shoving herself onto my knot, desperate for it. She’s perfect. She’s forever. She’s home.
She’s mine.
I’ll share her with my brothers because we’re pack, but my chest swells with pride knowing she’s given herself to me. After everything I’ve done, after learning who I am, she wants me.
That’s a gift I’ll cherish until the day I die.
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JO
I wake with a feral hunger. A deep ache in the core of my being. The marks on my neck, which mark me as their mate, pulsate with need as well. I toss off the blanket someone placed on me and rise to my knees on the mattress. The guys are lying wherever there is space. Bottles of water and wrappers litter the floor. That’s not the sustenance I need.
Cum and slick drip from my cunt, filling the air with a heady reminder of what I’ve taken from them so far. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I need all of them. Need their touch. I need. I want. I ache.
A vicious growl pours out of me, and the men bolt up, eyes wide and dicks immediately hardening when they breathe in my desire. I run my hands over my body, unable to voice my need. My fingers caress over my hardened nipples, slide down my stomach and slip inside of me. They rise as one, almost as though reading my mind. Vette reaches me first and captures my lips in a bruising kiss. Lark moves around to my back, cupping my tits from behind while Mac lies on the mattress.
