Page 66 of Pack of Crooks

Exhaling in relief, she pulses her fingers around my throat, leans forward, and flicks her hips up and down, pussy gliding over my length with ease, walls pulsing around me as she works herself closer to the edge.

Her eyes drift to my lips. “Look at my beta, such a pretty toy.”

A dark chuckle rumbles out of me.

Her mouth twitches. She crushes her tits against my chest, hips scooting up my length as her clit grinds against my stomach. I grab her ass, helping her up and down my length as she starts to fall apart. Guiding her when the impending orgasm begins to make it hard for her to move, as her body tightens around me.

“That’s my good omega, right like that, baby, fuck your beta.” I keep the pace she sets, rocking her hips until she breaks.

She shatters in the best way, mouth parted, a throaty cry that reverberates over my skin, cunt clamping tight around my length, soaking every inch of me. My grip on her ass falters, and my dick jerks, my own moan ripping out of my chest as my cum paints her pussy in warm threads.

“Yes, fuck oh my god,” she gasps, writhing as I come inside her, another orgasm rocking through her. Her hips twitch, moving her up my length, and I groan, every inch of my skin overly sensitive, but she still feels so good.

She collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around her, cradling her as she pants, walls tightening and loosening with each breath. Her slick and our cum seeping out of her and down my balls.

“Oh my god,” she says with a laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Pride swells in my chest. “You’re welcome.”

She swats my shoulder and lifts up to glare at me. “You were being mean.”

My eyebrows rise. “How? Didn’t you say that was the best orgasm you’ve ever had?”

“No, Ezra,” she says with a scoff. “I said I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Rising to my elbows, I tease my mouth over hers. “Are you asking for round two?”

“No.”

“You’re a terrible liar, pretty toy.” Grabbing her hips, I lie down and pick her up, placing that beautifully soaked cunt right on my face. She sighs as my tongue sinks inside of her.

“Okay, I guess we can go again.”

A lazy smile is etched across my face as I ride up the elevator, heading home after spending another hour with Hazel. I fucked her until her eyes fluttered closed and left her with a kiss on the cheek and a promise that we’d get her out of that shithole. Her strawberry scent coats my skin, and I breathe deep, savoring her scent as the lift stops at our floor.

The doors whoosh open and there’s Kill. He’s sitting on the couch, shirtless, reading a mafia romance and wearing low slung joggers. Every ripple of his abs on full display. His body is formed like an artist took special care to chisel a column of marble to utter perfection. His gaze slowly lifts from the book to meet mine, and he smiles.

Setting his book aside, Kill prowls toward me, searching my face, features unreadable. I brace for the moment her scent crashes into him. A trickle of uncertainty whispers through me and quickly grows to a waterfall of worry. Will he be mad at me? We all agreed that we wanted Hazel, but I went rogue, took her for myself alone. Without my pack mates. Without my boyfriend.

That’s not something a good beta would do.

He tips his head, gray eyes skating over me as he inhales, a low rumble building in his chest. His nostrils flare as he breathes in again, drawing in the omega scent all over me.

I chew on my bottom lip and step out of the elevator, reminding myself that Kill is not Tristan. Even if he is mad, he’s not going to physically hurt me. He takes a step toward me. My heart skips, ignoring all my rationalization, and I fight to keep from recoiling. Pausing, he studies my face, features softening and he takes a step back.

“Are you mad that I made her come?”

I shake my head.

He nods. “Exactly. I’m not mad either,” he says quickly. “I don’t know what’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours, but you coming home smelling like our omega and hours of fun only pleases me.”

“I didn’t mean—” I begin, but he cuts me off.

“No. Babe, please stop those thoughts. You have nothing to apologize or feel guilty for, regardless of what your mind is telling you. You have my full permission to do whatever you want, whenever you want, with Hazel. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear sooner.”

Wrinkles bunch my forehead. “You’re sorry?”

He nods, rubbing his jaw. “I should have known this would bring up memories.” Sighing, he holds out his hand, tipping his chin back and gazing at me with nothing but adoration. “Come here.”