Page 72 of Nest of Thieves
“Biology doesn’t mean shit. I don’t like the way your cunt smells.”
“Liar.”
“It’s the truth,” he says, shrugging.
I scoff. “Oh, yeah?” I unbuckle, and his eyebrows hit his hairline.
“Put your seatbelt on.”
I get on my knees and lean over the center console, pressing my lips to his ear as I run my hand up his thigh, palming his dick. “Biology means everything. It’s why you’re hard as a rock, and it’s why, right now, all you can think about is knotting me until I scream your name.”
“Mierda,” he mutters, slowing down and wrenching the wheel to the side. He parks and grabs the back of my neck, smashing his lips to mine. Releasing a throaty moan, I run my tongue over the seam of his lips. He growls and tries to deepen the kiss, but I pull back, laughing.
“See? Biology at its finest.”
“Keep running that mouth, and I’ll find something better for it to do.”
My core clenches and my panties grow damp, his words giving me dangerous thoughts. I scowl at him. “In your dreams.”
He tsks. “Now who’s lying?”
“Asshole.”
“Diabla.”
I gasp, then realize I have no idea what he said. “What did you say?”
He cracks up, shaking his head. “Nothing, mami. Are you done being a brat?”
“I’m not being a brat.” I drop back into my seat. I press my thighs together to try and relieve the ache between them. My clit pulses, and I stifle a groan of frustration, clenching my thighs and shifting back and forth slightly.
“Stop,” Vette barks.
My body stills at his command.
“You don’t get to do that, mami. I want you to feel every ache. I want your pussy to weep for me, to beg for relief until you have no choice but to admit that you want my knot as much as I want to throw you over the hood and take you from behind right now.”
A pathetic moan slips past my lips, and he smirks.
“Do you want something?”
I grit my teeth and shake my head, stubbornly denying myself. No one would have to know, but a part of me is terrified that as soon as I let these guys in, I won’t want to leave. Mac’s bold declaration already has me considering the possibility. I want an empire, and these guys already have one. I had always planned on building my own. Do I really want to give up my aspirations for them? Would it be giving them up or simply changing plans?
Could they rule with me?
“Maybe another night, then,” he murmurs.
I don’t answer, unable to voice another lie. Silence settles between us, but it’s different than before. Less tense and more open. The next move unknown to the both of us. Not knowing what the future holds is terrifying.
* * *
MAC
Two hours have passed since we came home. Two hours since I said too much. Two hours without knowing what she’s thinking or seeing a flare of anger in her pretty brown eyes. I roll over in my bed, scowling at the wall.
Lark said I scared her.
I saw fear flash across her face when I said she was ours, but I don’t think she’s scared of us. I think she’s scared of something else. Of losing control, maybe. I’m not a psychologist—I probably need one, if I’m being honest—but something tells me Jo needs to be the master of her destiny. Giving herself to a group of alphas would mean relinquishing part of herself.
