Page 107 of Pack of Crooks

Her muscles tense. “Please.”

She’s still too inside her head.

“Don’t fight me,” I murmur, kissing her and steadily working in and out of her, building toward something more than an orgasm.” You’re drenched for me, baby. Fuck I want to mark you right now,” the words slip out of me before I can stop them. I ram into her, not caring that she’s watching me with wide, curious eyes that tell me I’ve said too much. “Are you going to come for me like a good omega?”

“Yes,” she whispers, body slackening beneath me, relenting to the pleasure.

A slow smirk cuts across my face as she gives into my control for a second time. Her surrender is the sweetest thing, each submission a treasure I’ll hoard.

“Who do you belong to, Hazel?”

Her eyes say it, but her teeth dig into her bottom lip, stealing the words I want to hear. I pull nearly all the way out, holdingmyself with only my tip inside her. Does she still doubt us? She has to know we’re more than gone for her.

Panic flashes across her face. She’s not ready to be done. She wants my knot. If I come inside of her, I need her to know that this isn’t a fling. This is the real fucking deal. She belongs with Pack Lennox now and forever.

“Say it,” I murmur, dragging my lips over her throat, nipping at her delicate skin. “Let me hear it, omega. Who do you belong to?”

“Pack Lennox,” she says softly, sighing as I slide back in.

“That’s right, Hazel.” I pick up my pace, chasing the pulse of her pussy. “You’re fucking ours,” I rasp, pounding her g-spot until her walls clamp tighter around on my cock. She drags her nails down my back, gripping my ass and holds me deep inside of her, right where she wants me, and I oblige, releasing a deep growl in her ear and tugging on her strands.

Our scents collide and tangle in the air until there’s no telling where hers begins and mine ends. Fucking. Perfect. Her lips part but I smother her scream with my palm, sparing the rest of the house.

Hazel squirts, soaking my dick and the sheets, coating our bodies with so much slick we’ll have to wash the sheets. Now she’s fucking ready.

Any control I cling to is ripped away as her walls ripple around me. I pump once, twice, and bury myself inside her, biting my cheek to keep from roaring as my knot expands, stretching her walls. She writhes beneath me, panting and moaning against my hand.

“Shh,” I murmur, thrusting a little deeper, pushing more of my knot into her before we’re locked together. “You can take it, baby, you’re doing so good.”

She drags her nails down my back, little sensations chasing the tips of her fingers, and forcing my hips forward, until I’mburied so deep I can’t go any further. Heat shoots through my veins. Chills run down my spine, and my eyes flutter closed as her walls stretch tight around me. The world shatters, and for a moment, it’s just me and Hazel. Suspended in time, bodies locked together. Sweat, slick, cum, and pure fucking euphoria. A moan slips out of me, but I clamp my mouth shut and rock my hips, as the first spray of cum paints her insides.

“Fuuuck,” I grind out, trying to stay quiet as I hold my hand to her mouth, stifling another moan that would’ve woken everyone up. When she’s finished that orgasm, I slide my hand to her cheek. “Can you be quiet?” I ask, panting as her walls flex around my dick and knot.

She nods. “I think so.”

With her legs squeezing my hips, I rest my forearms on either side of her head and her hips tuck under, taking me deeper by merely changing positions. My cum is hot and warm, and more leaks from my tip, filling her. We’ll stay like this until she takes every drop I have.

“You’re doing so good,” I murmur, smoothing hair away from her forehead and slipping one hand between our bodies, pressing my thumb over her clit. Her walls tighten as I play with her. Fucking. Perfection. “I want two more.”

“I can’t.”

“You will,” I say, rolling my thumb in quick, tight circles.

“Kill,” she rasps.

“Two more,” I tell her, grinding inside her as I stroke faster and faster. Her body tightens, eyes widening, lips parting. She’s so close, and I know just the thing to push her over the edge. “Come,” I bark.

She gasps and her cunt clamps around me, back bowing off the bed as she comes. My pretty omega presses her lips together, but her moans are still so loud. Too late to stop now.

The tip of my dick slams into her g-spot and I press harder with my thumb, working her toward another before she’s even fully finished the first.

“Kill,” she whines.

“One more, baby. You can do it,” I whisper in her ear then kiss down the column of her neck, finding her pulse point and lashing it with my tongue. “Come,” I demand again, biting her, though not truly marking her.

A scream breaks past her lips, but my hand is there in the next second, saving that pretty sound for myself. Her cunt clamps so tight around my cock it forces another orgasm out of me. My eyes flutter closed as pleasure walks down my spine and shoots out of my tip.

Loosening the grip on her mouth, I collapse on top of her, using my forearms and the last of my strength to keep from crushing her as she makes sounds I try to memorize but know will never sound the same unless she’s beneath me.