Page 141 of Pack of Crooks

“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, claim me, fuck. Mark. Please. Please, please.” The pleas pour out of my omega.

I slam my hips forward, knot locking us together, and bite down as the first spray of cum fills her. Dots dance across my vision. A deep purr rumbles inside my chest. The world trembles around me, and my teeth sink into her skin.

She screams my name like it’s some divine truth, and for four beautiful seconds I claim my omega. The air ripples with electricity and a bond snaps into place, a tether stretched between us that fills with bliss and euphoria and warmth.

Time loses all meaning. The only thing left is the way Hazel’s body is wrapped around mine, my mouth on her throat, the way we breathe together. Fuck. Knot. Cum. Moan. We do it together, as one, until I’m spent and my knot deflates, leaving the two of us panting on the mattress.

Shaking the daze, I glance at my pack mates, and they’re staring at us with envy. Guilt creeps into me, but Hazel immediately reaches for them, the bond filling with desperation she can’t voice. The pack bond isn’t complete until they mark her.

“Mark her,” I tell them, sliding out and shuffling to the end of the bed as Kill and Ezra move to either side of her.

I sink to my knees, tug her into a better position, hooking her legs over my shoulders. Kill and Ezra lie down, their handsroaming over her body. A whine lodges in her throat, deep and needy, and agony spills through the bond.

“You need to claim her,” I tell them, focusing on my prize, pussy soaking wet and leaking. I glance up to see my pack mates leaning toward her throat, aiming to claim her together. How it should be for the two of them.

Hazel vibrates with need.

“Let’s see how messy my mate is,” I murmur, licking her center to clit. Laving her slit. Tasting every fucking drop of her pleasure. Her fingers dive into my hair and tug. I growl against her in approval, pushing my tongue inside of her and swirling, pressing the heat of my tongue against every inch of her I can reach, rubbing against her pussy until my face is glistening.

She jolts, hips writhing, and the bond shudders, ripples and trembles until there are tethers that bind us all together. Emotions and sensations flood through it, zap over my skin, send a brush of contentment down my spine, and then Hazel’s need takes over everything.

My tongue finds her clit once again, flicking back and forth, faster and faster, working relentlessly as her fingers tug at my hair—until her back arches off the bed, tits thrusting, delighted squeals dancing through the air.

“Can you come for your alpha, baby?” Kill murmurs.

“Yessss,” she moans.

The sounds of Ezra and Kill sucking and kissing her breasts float around me, and I tease my tongue around the spot that makes her jolt, gaze lifting to meet Hazel’s. Her pupils dilate. All her attention is on me. She presses her hips up, and with a smug grin, I give my sunshine the very thing she wants, thrusting two fingers inside of her. She moans as I press on her g-spot, bucks as I sweep my tongue over her slit, and when I seal my lips around her and suck, my name bursts from her in a strangled cry.

Her muscles seize, thighs clamping around my head as she comes undone.

I coast her through it. Worshiping her body as she moans and writhes. Finally she collapses onto the bed. A mess of pleasure and sweat and mate marks. Hazel has never been more beautiful.

She only has a second to breathe before I curl my fingers and bury my face between her legs again, cleaning her only to start the process all over again. Her cum and slick is the perfect mix of salty and sweet, and I don’t stop until it’s dripping down my chin—soaking the nest—and the bond sings with pleasure.

That’s what our omega deserves.

HAZEL

Waking from my heat is like fog dissipating, slowly clearing out as the sun travels farther in the sky. My entire body is like jelly, muscles so thoroughly wrung out, that even the film of sweat and cum covering me isn’t enough to drive me out of the nest and into the shower.

I have no strength.

“Hey, pretty thief.” Kill’s rumbling voice rolls over my body and a brush of amusement filters through the bond.

I bolt up, hand slapping to my neck. “You marked me?” I ask with a giant grin.

“You practically demanded it,” he says with a smirk.

Exhaustion forgotten, I catapult off the mattress, ignore the moisture sliding out of me, and run into the en-suite, flicking on the lights and stopping before the mirror. Oh shit. My hair is a disaster, and my face is wrinkled from the pillow, but none of that matters.

Three marks. Light pink against my skin. Two on the left, and one of the right.

The bond, a line of tension between me and my pack, shivers and my eyes lift in the mirror, catching Kill’s possessive gaze.

“You’re ours now, Hazel.” He joins me at the mirror, naked body pressing into mine, and gazes at my throat. “There’s no running. No escaping. You’re Pack Lennox.”

“Is this a blood in, blood out type thing?”