Page 167 of Nest of Thieves
“Too slow, Kitten.” His voice is husky, and he shoves his hands inside of my yoga pants, cupping my cunt. “So. Fucking. Wet.”
I arch into the touch, but he removes his hand and pushes me again. “Run.”
I want to protest, but I do as he commands, racing through the field. My blood pumps through my veins, roars through my ears. My hands tremble. My core aches. I run, but not for long. This time when Mac catches me, his arms band around my waist, stealing the air from my lungs. He hauls me to the ground, and I fight against him, knowing, deep down, this is what he wants.
He wants me to struggle before submitting.
I buck my hips, but his come down hard, pinning me to the soft ground. He jerks his hips, grinding his erection into me. Even through our clothes, Mac feels wonderful. I gasp, and he chuckles darkly, pulling back enough to wrench my pants and thong down my legs.
The blindfold is still on; I reach for it, but he grabs my wrists in one hand and wrenches them above my head. I bite my lip and listen as he undoes his pants. Anticipation quakes through me.
“Mac,” I whisper.
“Kitten,” he purrs. “I can hear your heart pounding.” His cock finds my core, soaked and ready. “I can smell you. So needy and wet.” He thrusts into me, clamping his free hand around my throat while his other continues to hold my hands hostage.
I wrap my legs around his waist and sink into the grass, releasing all the tension from my body and giving Mac full control.
He growls again, that deep, animalistic sound that makes my walls clamp around him. “Take a deep breath,” he rasps.
I do as he asks. His fingers tighten around my neck when I finish, cutting off my air supply but not damaging my throat.
His cock pulses inside of me.
Gasping for air, I pull him in deeper with my ankles, forcing Mac all the way in. He grunts and adjusts his position so he can thrust while staying deep inside of me. His smooth length stretches my walls.
His fingers grow a little tighter.
I gasp.
Another growl, this one delivered right next to my ear. A shiver skates down my spine, and I come, soaking his length and earning a grunt of approval.
“Good.” He thrusts, tightening his grip on my hands. “Fucking.” He slams into me, squeezing my throat. “Girl.”
Time slows as my body begins to burn and ache for air. My skin buzzes with urgent need. My core clamps around Mac. Mac bites my shoulder and slams into me fast and hard, keeping my lungs hostage until I implode, screaming around the hand on my throat.
He releases my neck, and I suck in air, riding out the waves of pleasure as his knot forms. Thrusting even harder, Mac lifts up and rips my blindfold off.
The full moon lights his face, and his blue eyes sparkle, darkening as he watches me put myself back together. Watches me struggle for air, struggle to do anything but be fucked.
His lips kick into a smirk I’ve never seen before. One of complete and total ownership.Gotcha, it seems to say.
I memorize that look. He pulls his hips back a little and slams into me, forcing my body to slide across the grass.
“Mac,” I moan, finally finding my voice.
“Kitten,” he purrs, dropping on top of me and claiming my mouth.
We don’t speak again. We exist together, panting, trading air and moans. Falling apart together again and again until Mac thrusts one final time.
“Jo,” he says reverently, running his thumb over my cheek. “Mine.”
I lean into the touch and nod, not able to form the words to agree, but he already knew I was his.
I’m Pack Nunez omega.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END
