Page 85 of Nest of Thieves
I lick my lips. “Like I’m going to rip your head off if you keep torturing me.”
His chuckle reverberates across my skin. “Such sweet words.” He kisses my belly button before sitting back and twirling his finger in the air. “Turn around.”
I immediately spin on my heel, glancing over my shoulder to see him inspecting my ass.
“Damn, bro. You got her good.”
“She loved it,” Vette says. Our gazes collide, and heat flares in the depths of his brown irises.
Mac stands, his fully clothed body brushing against my backside. His fingers trail up the backs of my legs, parting my ass as he grabs two handfuls.
“I’m going to lie down and you’re going to sit that pretty pussy on my face.” His teeth grab my earlobe, tugging it before he buries his head in the crook of my neck and takes a long inhale. “So sweet,” he murmurs into my hair. He steps back, turning me with his hand and lying on the floor. His tattooed hands reach for my ankles, dragging me forward. “That’s the spot,” he whispers, staring at my pussy like a man starved. “Now take your throne.”
I slowly kneel, my cunt mere inches from his lips. Mac’s palms run up my thighs, stopping right at my core. “Mac,” I rasp.
His eyes darken. “Say it again, Kitten.”
“Mac.”
“Let me taste you, baby.” The soft nickname undoes me. I lower myself onto his face, gasping when his tongue runs up my slit and he hums in approval. The metal of his tongue ring brushes over my clit, smooth and teasing. My body shakes, and I search for something to hold on to, something to keep me from suffocating the alpha.
“Don’t worry about him,” Vette says, kneeling behind me and running his knuckles up my arms. “Use him, mami. Fuck his face.” Vette’s scruff brushes along my cheek as he wraps his arms around me, grabbing my tits. He teases and pinches my nipples while the tip of Mac’s tongue greets my clit once more.
I moan, moving my hips a little.
“Good girl,” Vette whispers, biting my shoulder through the fabric of my shirt. “But you’re still holding back.”
Mac slips two fingers inside of me, forcing any semblance of self-control out of me. I reach back and link my arms behind Vette’s neck, letting go and riding Mac’s face. He purrs against me, encouraging and demanding more. I roll my hips again, breathing heavy as I let them play me like a goddamn fiddle. Mac’s tongue ring is a smooth pressure against my clit. Tingles shoot through my body, and everything falls away. There’s nothing but the three of us. Vette grabs my chin and claims my mouth, kneading a breast while he shows me how it feels to really be kissed. My brain short-circuits.
The guys move as one. Lick, pinch, kiss, nip, lap, caresses. Lick, pinch, kiss.
Take.
Claim.
They own me, and I don’t do anything to stop them. I couldn’t, even if I tried. In this moment, I don’t want to. I want this. I want them. Those thoughts spur me on. I grind against Mac’s face, drenching him with my juices, and he drinks down every drop like a pro, fingers curling inside of me and working my G-spot. I gasp, breaking away from Vette’s demanding kisses. His mouth finds my neck, sucking and biting, not enough to break the skin and mark me as theirs, but enough to tease the prospect. Enough to make me keen and shake. Mac pinches my clit and I come, stars bursting across my vision. My body stiffens and I pant, rolling my hips to ride out the wave. The flat of his tongue sweeps up my slit, gently swirling around my clit as I come down from oblivion.
Vette bites my neck a little harder. “That’s a good girl.”
I shift back, watching Mac lick his lips. His blue eyes pierce through me as he withdraws his fingers from me. He brings them to his nose and inhales, groaning in approval.
“Sweet like fucking cake.” He licks them clean, and I watch with parted lips, feeling another wave of need roll over me. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he sticks his hands behind his head and releases a happy sigh.
“I know you want more,” Vette says against my neck, brushing his lips over my skin. “But it’s time for bed. Tomorrow is a big day.”
Tomorrow is the casino job.
He helps me up, reaching down to pull my thong and shorts back into place. Mac sits and braces his arms on his knees. “Enjoy the show?” he asks, looking up at the ceiling.
I frown. “Are you talking to God?”
“God isn’t here, Kitten.” He stands in one fluid motion and snatches me by the waist, yanking me against his hard body. “You’re dancing with the devil now.” His mouth crashes into mine, and I fist his shirt in my hands, tasting myself on his tongue. He releases me as quickly as he grabbed me and points to my room. “Go before I piss Vette off. I’d hate to break his nose the night before a job.”
I glance between the two of them. Vette only shakes his head at Mac, not at all fazed by what the man said.
“Next time, you should join us instead of hiding behind your cameras.” Mac is talking to the ceiling again, and then it clicks.
Lark. He left the room, but he’s been watching this whole time.
