Page 137 of Pack of Crooks

Lottie gives me a look. “Grumpy,” she points out.

“Whatever,” I mutter, shoving eggs into my mouth.

“We’ll take good care of your sister,” Ezra says, and the alphas nod in agreement.

“Good. Can we watch the Real Omega Mates after breakfast?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Maddox says.

My lips twitch. Our little family is so cute. My stomach grumbles. Fuck, I’m so hungry.

No. That’s not fucking right. Growling, I rip the blanket off my mattress and shake it out like I’m trying to destroy it. The wave of air that washes over my feverish body is so nice, I flick the blanket again. Preheat is the worst.

Glaring at the bed, I spread the blanket one more time. This time it goes on right. I pile the pillows on and look at the bed. “No, it’s not right,” I mumble, throwing it all off and storming out of my room, giving myself a break before I start again.

Lottie is sitting on the couch where I left her, scrolling through her phone. Exhaling, I walk toward her, but a wave of heat washes over me, starting at my core and radiating outward. My strawberry scent detonates around me like a grenade. Lottie drops her phone and whirls around, eyes wide.

“Oh my god. It’s happening,” she says, voice shrill.

“I’m fine,” I lie as another wave of heat nearly boils my blood. “Oh fuck.”

“Okay. Don’t panic. Everything is fine. We’ll just get you to your nest and I’ll call the pack. It’s okay. It’s fine.”

“Breathe, Lottie.”

She takes a quick breath and hooks her arm around my middle. “Jesus fuck, you’re burning up.”

“Language,” I groan as aches riddle every inch of my body. I lean on her as another wave hits me, making my knees buckle. The fabric of my clothes is like a grater against my hypersensitive skin. “Call the pack.”

Lottie helps me through the bedroom door, eyes the mess, and brings me to the bed. “I’m on it.” She grabs a bottle of water from the bookshelves. “Here, drink this while you wait.”

“Where are they?” I complain, whining.

“Ezra went to get you cupcakes. Maddox went to get you custard, and Kill went to get you the blanket you insisted you needed.”

“Whyyyyy?”

“You’re so dramatic,” she says, shaking her head. “You told them too, sis. Now stop talking so I can tell them to get home. I’m going to Milly’s, remember?”

I nod, gulping down water before I’m too distracted by dicks and knots to hydrate.

“Good. Okay. I love you.” She hugs me and then rushes out of the room to go call the pack.

I rip my clothes off, flinging them across the room. Cool air brushes over my heated skin, a momentary relief, but it’s not enough. Not even close. I need my pack. Agony pours through my veins.

With a soft whine, I crawl to the center of my nest, slick soaking my thighs, the fluid relaxing my muscles and preparing my body for all the stretching from the knots. I rub my legs together, trying to relieve the building tension, but I’m so empty it only hurts worse.

Each minute I wait for them to get home is agonizing, but I bolt upright when the elevator arrives and footsteps rush toward my nest. Their scents hit me first. Fudgy brownies. Vanilla and chocolate. Sweet honey.

“We’re here,” Ezra says as they burst through the door.

“Please,” is all I can say.

They don’t make me wait long. The door closes and clothes are discarded in seconds. They climb through the entry of thenest, reaching for me all at once. The first touch of skin on skin has me whining in relief.

“It’s okay, pretty thief, we’ve got you,” Kill murmurs, his voice rumbling through me as he presses against my side.

Maddox settles between my thighs, hands wrenching them open. “Fuck, you smell so good, sunshine,” he says, biting my inner thigh.