Page 63 of Nest of Thieves
He nods. “Thought you’d know that by now.” He pries my fingers open and snatches the cameras from my palm. “These are expensive.”
“Like I give a shit.” I try to knock him off again, but the result is more grinding that awakens a hunger deep inside of me.
Lark’s chest rumbles in approval, and I freeze, eyes widening.
The last thing I want is him to think I’m enjoying rubbing against his cock. I don’t want him. He’s only mildly attractive. Okay, that’s a lie. Lark is hot as hell.
“Get off me,” I say, voice rising with panic.
Lark rolls off of me and sits. His eyes rake over my face, but I suppress every emotion. Every ounce of attraction and fear gets tucked far into the corner of my mind. I give him nothing.
“I won’t put them back,” he says, opening his hand and showing me the cameras. “It was a safety precaution.”
“Whatever.” I get off the floor in one fluid motion, stepping away from Lark like he’s a leper. “I’m tired.”
“Jo.” He stands. “Things weren’t supposed to be complicated...they weren’t supposed tobeat all.”
I frown. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I’m too tired to figure it out.”
“You should rest.” He carefully steps around me and leaves, closing the door behind him.
I deflate the instant I’m alone, dropping onto the bed and throwing my arm over my eyes. My core trembles with need and I clench my jaw. Tension coils through me and my scent almost knocks me out. I should have a few more weeks until my heat hits. My birthday is in a few short days, but the way my insides quiver and ache makes me worry it’ll be here sooner than I’d like. I won’t be able to think straight with pre-heat hormones making me a horny fool. I climb off the bed and search through my bags for my pills, but all I have are scent suppressants.
Sitting back on my heels, I release a harsh exhale and chew on my cheek.
I’m going to need to steal a car.
Nottonight, I’m too tired.
Tomorrow, then.
These alphas are really going to regret meeting me once they realize I’ve stolen yet another car. I don’t plan on wrecking this one, though. I only need it to find heat suppressants.
* * *
LARK
She found three, but the fourth is hidden in the air vent. It’s not the best picture, but from this angle, I can see Jo lying in her bed, fast asleep. She’d been pissed. I bet she’d be even angrier if she knew I still had this camera to spy on her with. Going back over the footage from tonight, I frown. At one point, the feeds show her in the library, but then she’s just gone. There’s no footage of her leaving the room.
I play all the camera feeds again, watching each area of the house. Somewhere between Jo in the library and Jo sitting on her bed texting on her phone, the footage cuts out. I open Jo’s file, reading through her information again. There’s nothing about computer classes. That doesn’t mean anything. They sure as shit don’t teach Bank Robbing 101 at OU. Somehow, she knows how to mess with the security system.
Switching back to the feed to her room, I stare at her sleeping form. She’s been lying in the same position for a while.
What if it’s a loop?
Scowling, I get up from my desk and slip out of my room, creeping toward her bedroom. Once I’m at the door, I carefully twist the knob and ease the door open. Jo bolts up and throws a knife. I drop into a squat, narrowly missing getting hit by the blade she stole from Mac.
“What the fuck? First cameras, now this? You’re the worst stalker.” Jo hops out of bed; her long T-shirt covers her sleep shorts, giving the illusion of her not wearing any pants. I get caught up staring at her strong legs, imagining how they’d feel wrapped around me. “Lark?” She snaps her fingers in my face. “What’s your problem?”
Ignoring how my dick is growing hard in my pants, I squint up at her. “How’d you do it?” My fingers twitch, aching to touch her. From this angle, I’m level with her crotch. All it would take is a few more steps for her to rub that sweet little pussy all over my face.
“It’s simple, really. I grabbed the knife and flung it at you. If you hadn’t ducked, it would have hit you.” She shoves past me and retrieves the weapon from the game room floor. Her shirt and shorts ride up.
Closing my eyes, I say, “The cameras. How’d you cut the feed?” By the time I open them again, she’s straightened.
Such a shame.
“What?” Her brow wrinkles as she walks back to me.
