Page 97 of Nest of Thieves
“This is your last chance to get out before you’re in too deep.” His eyes bore into mine. “Do you want to leave?” There’s almost no emotion on his face, but that’s how I know how much my answer means. Vette is afraid I’ll say yes. He’s afraid I’ll leave.
I should say yes. I should find another way to get the information I need. I should run far and fast before they realize what I’m doing. I should. But I don’t.
“I’m in,” I say, knowing it’ll damn me. “I’m not running.”
His lips crash into mine, stealing my breath. His tongue writes his promise across mine, and I answer with a vow of my own. For better or worse, I’m all in.
Releasing my hands, he cups my face and I run my palms over his hair. “I’m going to put you to bed, mami.” He wraps my legs around his waist and carries me to the bedroom, kicking the door open. I pepper kisses down his jaw, smiling at the loud purr filling the room. He walks us to the bed and drops me onto the soft mattress, tearing off my bikini bottoms. Taking a few steps back, he nods at me, and I spread my legs, baring myself to him. He takes his pants and boxer briefs off, freeing his thick cock.
I lick my lips and slide off the bed and onto my knees, earning a growl.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you remember.” I reach for him, and he closes the distance between us so I can run my fingers down his length.
“Remember what?”
“That you’re mine.” I seal my lips around his tip and suck, lapping my tongue over the bead of pre-cum. Vette buries his hands in my hair, and I take him into my mouth, using my fingers to close around the end of his shaft. I pump my hand in time with my mouth, moving with steady precision. I hollow my cheeks and choke on his length.
“Fuck.” He grunts, tightening his grip on my hair. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
“That’s the point,” I say around a mouthful of dick.
He guides his cock out of my mouth and yanks me up, shoving my shoulders. I scowl, but the backs of my knees hit the bed and I fall onto the soft mattress. Vette pounces, sliding into my slick core with one hard stroke.
“Oh, god.” My back arches, but Vette comes down on top of me, forcing me down.
“That sweet little pussy is so fucking perfect. So damn tight. Feels like I’m going to break you.”
“Then. Break. Me,” I pant.
A feral growl rips out of his chest, and he puts my legs on his shoulders, driving into me so hard I have to reach back and cling to the comforter to stay put. His hips slap against mine, filling the air with carnal sounds. My walls quiver around his girth, and he pulls back, pausing for a moment before slamming into me and drawing an inhuman noise from my lips.
“That’s it, mami. Take this cock.” He drops one leg and leans in, sucking my tit into his mouth and biting down on my nipple. I growl and he tugs on the sensitive nub. Wrapping my free leg around his waist, I curl into him and surrender to his demands.
The base of his cock pulses and swells, his knot slightly larger than Lark’s but pleasurable all the same. I writhe beneath him like a woman possessed. Panting, I tilt my hips and help him find that sweet spot that makes me sing.
His thumb finds my clit, and I stop breathing. My heart explodes in my chest, and I scream, head dropping back as my throat is torn apart by the force of the cry. Vette dives in and bites my neck. He doesn’t claim me for real, but he leaves a mark so everyone will know exactly who I belong to. My core clamps around him, and his hips jerk, his seed spilling into me.
We become one undulating body of flesh and cum and sweat. Vette’s knot milks orgasm after orgasm from me, his own release pouring into me until the fluid covers us and the bed. My legs begin to tremble, but Vette doesn’t stop. He doesn’t quit until my throat has gone hoarse from crying out in pleasure. He doesn’t surrender until my bones turn to liquid and I sink into the mattress, a pool of pure bliss beneath his demanding body. His movements slow, his languid strokes turning to soft thrusts, as if he needs to be sure there’s nothing left to take. That there’s nothing left to give.
His knot fades, but his cock fits perfectly inside of me. I rock my hips, reveling in the aftershocks of orgasms. He bites up my neck, taking the skin of my chin gently between his teeth before biting my bottom lip. I moan and kiss him, pouring every ounce of appreciation I can into it. He pulls back and stares. I tip my chin up and meet his gaze, showing him I’m not afraid of him. Proving I can take whatever he has to give.
Pride slips across his face before he narrows his eyes. “The next time you flirt with another man, even for pretend, I’m going to knock them out.”
“Well, you can’t hurt Mac and Lark. I like them.”
“Anyone outside of our pack. I mean it, mami. They’ll regret making you laugh.”
I furrow my brow. “Are you really upset I laughed at the douche’s joke? It was part of the job.”
He thrusts into me, and I gasp at the little bolt of pleasure. “They don’t get your smile. They don’t get your laugh.”
Reaching up, I place my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb across his five-o’clock shadow. “Okay, but it’ll be the same for you. Any woman—”
“You’re the only one.” He purrs and thrusts again, already hard and ready for another round. He didn’t mark me with his bites, but he didn’t have to. The sex between us was already claiming enough.
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