Page 140 of Pack of Crooks

Kill’s eyes lock with mine, fierce and vulnerable as his body jerks, and he comes with a throaty sound. I brush my thumb along his cheek again before brushing two fingers through the wet mess between us and bringing it to his lips.

“Taste.”

My alpha listens, lips closing around my fingers as he tastes us together for the first time. Hazel whines in protest, so I give her a taste two, laughing as she sucks hard and deep.

The three of us stay like this. Alpha, beta, and omega.

MADDOX

Subtle movement stirs against my erection, and I come to with a hiss, awareness of the omega goddess I’m clinging to zapping through me. Hazel’s heat has been intense, but my body stirs to life as I take her in. Her blonde hair is splayed across the pillow, and her eyes are still closed, but she’s beginning to wake up and with that comes her ass pushing into me. Kill and Ezraare sleeping on the other side of the bed, practically passed out from taking the late night shift while I slept.

My arm is slung over Hazel’s hip, fingers resting against the softness of her stomach, and I smooth my palm over her belly. God she feels like heaven. My cock pulses in agreement. I tickle my fingers over her side and she wakes with a strangled gasp, arching into me.

“Maddox!”

I take advantage of the moment and cup her throat with my hand, slotting my arm between her tits and pinning her to my body. “Mornin’, sunshine,” I rasp.

I slowly drag my hand from her neck and down to one breast, cupping it and watching her face. Her lips part and her tongue dashes out to wet them, her sky blue eyes meeting mine.

“Knot me,” she whines.

That’s all the fucking permission I need.

Pinching her pebbled nipple between my fingers, I drop my mouth to her throat and kiss her pulse, loving the way her heart throbs in response to my teasing. “You make me want to do bad things,” I whisper against her skin. Like biting her hard enough to leave a bond mark on her skin.

My hand moves from her breasts, down her stomach, and linger right above the small triangle of hair, loving how she pushes her hips forward, urging me on. I slip my hands between her thighs, gripping the top one and guiding it over my leg, spreading her. I tease my fingers. She’s already ready, slick and needy. Strawberries infiltrate every inch of my senses, and my gaze strays to her neck again.

Fuck, I want to taste. I want to bite. To claim.

She turns slightly, giving me better access, and I catch her mouth right as my fingers glide through her slit, and a heavy groan spills out of me. Fuck, this is my omega. She caresses my tongue, tasting me as much as I’m tasting her.

But it’s not enough for me.

I gather up her essence with two fingers and tease her entrance, breaking away from the kiss to watch as I slowly inch them inside of her. She sucks in a breath as I push in. My gaze flies to her face, memorizing the flush of her cheeks, the way her eyes hood, and the places her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she moans. My thumb finds her clit, and I capture her lips once again, stealing those delicious noises all for myself.

Her walls are slightly rippled, and they flutter against my fingers as I curl them inside her, stroking her softest spot as I massage her nerves. I slowly work her up, kissing her, nipping her lips, applying more pressure with every passing minute until she’s panting. I break away from the kiss and find her throat, lightly biting her neck.

“Claim me,” she rasps. “Maddox, please.”

“Patience, sunshine,” I murmur, adjusting her hips and centering my dick between her legs. The tip eases in and I hiss as I thrust deep, her body taking me in smooth acceptance, slick and cum coating my length.

It’s filthy and perfect.

A growl rumbles in my chest. “Gonna knot you so hard.” I pump into her from behind, my gaze drawn to the curve of her exposed throat, the rise and fall of her perfect tits as she pants, and the delighted grin tugging at her lips.

“You should claim her,” Ezra says softly.

My focus shifts to him and Kill for a moment. I want to. Fuck do I want to. But is it selfish to mark her first? Hazel rolls her hips back to meet mine, tilting her head to give me more of her neck.

“Please,” she begs.

Fuck it.

My cock throbs inside her, and I drop my mouth to her neck, teasing my tongue along her pulse point as my knot begins toform. I have no self-control. I’m powerless to stop it, because as I thicken inside of her, stretching those perfect walls and locking us together, sounds of pleasure tumble out of my omega.

She will come when I mark her. There’s no other option.

My thumb works over her clit, faster and faster, and I bite her neck. Softly. Gently. Hazel begs. I pump my hips harder. Knot almost fully formed. I apply more pressure, quick, tight, relentless circles. I bite harder, more purposeful, but not yet.