Page 135 of Nest of Thieves
Rolling my hips into hers, I hit that sweet spot again, earning a squeal of delight that makes my teeth ache.
“Pack,” I growl against her throat, teasing my mouth over her skin.
“Pack,” she agrees, digging her nails into my hair and pulling me closer.
I sink my teeth into her skin and thrust, spilling my seed inside of her hot pussy. She gasps and cries out, tugging on my hair and wrapping her legs around my waist, keeping my dick pressed right against that delicious place deep inside of her. Swirling my tongue over the puncture wounds, I swallow the little bit of blood and drop my forehead against hers, grunting as I fuck her like I’m a sinner and she’s my salvation.
A tangible bond fills the space, slipping between, around, and over every inch of us, cementing the pack tie and ensuring Jo is forever part of Pack Nunez. My dick throbs and the last of my cum spurts inside of her. I clench my ass and gently thrust, teasing her a little more before I pull out.
Our cum spills out of her pussy, the evidence of our joining heady in the air. Jo sighs and runs her fingers over the mark, her gaze meeting mine. Her pupils are blown wide and her skin flushes bright red, another soft whimper escaping her lips.
“Move,” Lark demands.
I snarl and whip around, but his chest heaves as he stares at our omega. The rut-lust fades enough for me to know it’s his turn. Still, I narrow my eyes and run my hand over her, dipping my fingers inside of her wet heat.
“Take care of our woman,” I tell him, slipping a third finger inside of her. “Make sure she knows who she belongs to now.” Turning toward Jo, I drop my lips around her clit and suck hard, taking one last orgasm from her before Lark grabs my shoulder and shoves me away. My fingers slip from her, dripping with her slick.
“Taste yourself,” I tell Jo, painting her lips with her essence. She sucks my digits into her mouth, and her eyes roll back when Lark simply runs his hands up her thighs. “Good, mami. You’re so fucking good,” I tell her, nodding at Lark. “She’s ours, brother.”
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LARK
Legs splayed wide open, Jo is laid out like an all-you-can-eat buffet. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I’m too busy staring at the perfect softness of her stomach. Too lost touching her thick thighs, and too damn mesmerized by the slick, soaked pussy waiting for me. Without another thought, I strip and ease into her, knowing she’s ready for me.
Her hands immediately find my ass, nails digging into my skin and forcing me all the way in. A purr spills out of me, and I collapse on top of her, hooking her legs over my arms so I can drive into her in a way that’ll bring her the most pleasure. Tiny gasps fill my ears with praise, and I claim her lips with mine.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper into her mouth. “Such a pretty little omega filled with cum.” I slam into her. “So fucking gorgeous with slick coating your thighs, drenching my dick.” Our skin slaps together.
Jo bites my bottom lip, and I growl softly, driving into her over and over. Her walls clench around my shaft. I tip her hips higher, working to grind my lower stomach over her clit. I break away from our kiss and straighten, hooking her ankles over my shoulder.
“Starting without me, Kitten?” Mac drops down on the mattress beside us, shooting Vette a look.
Vette’s still panting and recovering from his time with Jo, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching out to tweak her nipple. Jo’s walls tighten.
“Right. There,” I say, encouraging him to torture her with pinches and pain.
“How’s that pretty mouth feeling, Kitten?”
Out of my periphery, I see Mac stripping.
“So good,” Jo moans, tossing her head back and clutching my ass even tighter.
Sensing Mac’s intentions, I slip out of her and lift her off the bed. Vette and I help her find the right position when her body trembles with need. As soon as her ass arches back, I slide into her cunt again. Mac kneels on the bed in front of her, stroking his cock in front of her face.
“I want my cock in your throat when he knots you. I need to feel that pretty throat contract when you scream in pleasure.” He thumbs a bead of cum and Jo grabs for him.
I spread her ass cheeks and watch my dick sliding in and out of her, hearing her lapping at Mac’s cock in the process. My alpha nature kicks into overdrive, and I pound into her, desperately trying to assert my dominance while Mac claims her mouth.
Jo moans around his dick, and I growl, slamming deep inside and grinding into her pussy. My hand slips around her waist, and I swirl a finger over her pulsing clit. Her body tightens, her climax so close to the surface. The promise of her pleasure fills my cock with blood, and the base of it swells and stretches her. My dick forces her to conform to my knot, to mold to my body in a way that only an omega can.
A cry tears through her and Mac moans, slowing his thrusts and letting the reverberations of her screams coast over his length. I lift my gaze to meet his, and he nods slightly. Mac and I set a pace, our thrusts equal force, pushing Jo across ledge after ledge until her entire body is shaking with the force of all her orgasms, until cum seeps from where we’re joined and coats her skin. Until my teeth ache to be in her skin.
Mac pulls out when he sees my desperate need, and I slide my palm up her stomach, stopping when my fingers form a necklace around her throat. I pull her up until her back is pressed against my front, and she automatically tips her head, knowing exactly what I plan to do.
“Good little omega,” I purr, kissing her throat before striking.
“Fuck!” Jo’s hands reach back and clutch my head, holding my mouth to her throat as I take the bond that was always meant to be.
