Page 163 of Nest of Thieves
“Tiffany!”
I cackle, short breaths bursting from my lungs as we sprint and dodge security. Before they can corner us, Vette and I slip out the front doors and take off in opposite directions. I run at full speed for a few blocks before turning down an alley and ripping off the wig. I toss the red curls into the dumpster and fluff my hair, casting my gaze over my shoulder.
Footsteps pound down the payment. I grimace at the dirty ground and tiptoe around broken glass, tucking myself behind the dumpster. The security guards rush past the alley, not even bothering to check it.
Amateurs.
I wait another ten minutes before rising and walking to the end of the alley. Grime covers the bottom of my feet, and I curl my lip at the way it feels while I peek out of the alley. No guards in sight.
Good.
I continue away from the casino until I reach my car a few blocks over. Vette is leaning against the wall, jacket discarded and shirt unbuttoned to reveal the tattoos covering his stomach. He cocks his eyebrow.
“Pete thought he might get lucky.”
“Pete was nice. Don’t go getting any ideas.”
“I’m not going to hurt the guy for wanting to save you from Vinny. Vinny’s a dick.”
I grin and press my front against his, resting my head on his shoulder. “Yeah, he is. How’s your face?”
Vette’s arms come around me. “I could take another hit.”
“When we get home. Have you heard from Lark and Mac?”
“They’re still working it, but we bought them a bit of time. They’ll be done soon.”
I hum and squeeze his strong biceps, leaning back to peer up at him. “So we can go home?”
Digging his fingers into my ass, he rubs my core over his. “I don’t think I can make it.”
“There are too many—oh, okay, where are we going?”
Vette drags me into an alley, gently pushing me against the brick wall. “I don’t care who watches me fuck you, mami.” His fingers trace up my thigh, and I lift my leg, hooking it over his.
“Is that so?” I ask, breath hitching when he shoves my panties aside and sinks two fingers into my pussy.
“Yeah, mami. Let them watch me claim you.” His lips crash into mine, tongue thrusting into my mouth and demanding compliance. I melt in his hold, giving him everything he asks for until he removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.
I glance toward the end of the alley. “No one is watching.”
“Disappointed?”
“No.” I turn back to him and smirk, slapping him square in the face.
His purr is loud, and I drown in his orange perfume as his mouth claims me again. I’m so lost in him that I don’t realize his pants are down until his cock thrusts inside of me. Hard. Rough. And oh so delicious.
My back scrapes against the brick, but I don’t give a damn. I cling to Vette while he ruts, stealing breaths between desperate and needy kisses. My whole world focuses in on the way his girth stretches my walls, on the way his breathing grows ragged, and on the way he whispers my name right before his knot forms and locks us together.
The world explodes, my orgasm full of wicked hot fire that burns until my vision dims and the only thing that grounds me is Vette thrusting into me.
“Look at you all pretty on my knot,” he whispers, nipping down my neck. “Such a good omega.” He bites my mate mark, not breaking the skin but reminding me of exactly who I belong to. “Fuck Pete,” he growls against my skin, thumb brushing over my clit.
“Fuck that guy,” I mutter in agreement, digging my nails into his back while he grinds into me. The head of his cock brushes over my G-spot and I gasp, writhing on him and screaming when another orgasm steals my breath and sanity.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” Vette thrusts even harder, falling silent as he slams into me until the both of us forget who we are. Until there’s nothing but the sound of our joining and our scents coiling together.
Together, we’re fucking perfect.
