Page 68 of Pack of Crooks

He jerks into my hand. “Yessss.”

“Did you cum inside her?” I ask, jerking him off, fingers tight and thrusts fast and quick, giving him what I hope he gave Hazel. “Did she scream your name?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

I gently bite his neck, teeth baring down on his racing pulse, growling softly as he pulses in my palm. “Now you’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Please,” he moans, grasping my forearm, rolling his hips forward. “Please, please, please.”

“That’s my good beta,” I purr, tightening my fist. “You’re going to come for me like a good boy, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

“Please,” he begs.

“You want me to fill you up, don’t you, Ez? You want my cum leaking out of you.”

“Yesssssssss,” he moans, the sound going straight to my balls.

God he’s perfect. I drop my nose to his throat and breathe in the scent of my omega and my beta. Fudge brownies and strawberries. So. Fucking. Perfect. “You can do it, Ez, come for me, show me how much you want me to fuck you.”

“Alpha,” he cries, dick jerking in my palm as he makes a mess inside his boxers, cum spraying from his tip, coating my fist and his skin. He whimpers as I force every last drop out of him. “Fuck me, Kill,” he begs.

I kiss his neck, take my hand out of his boxers, and flip him over. My fingers hook the top of his boxers and I drag the sticky material down his muscled legs. Ezra arches his back, presenting himself for me like a fucking gift.

Our gazes connect as I slide back to tug my pants down and grab the lube. The fiery desire in those brown eyes draws me to the bed. Flipping the cap open, I hold the bottle up, tip it over, and squeeze lube right at the top of his ass.

He writhes, gasping at the sudden splash of cold.

“Shhhh,” I murmur, setting the bottle aside and sweeping two fingers through the lube, drawing them between his cheeks,and easing inside of that tight fucking hole. “God this ass, Ez. It’s fucking mine, you know that?”

“All yours,” he agrees, fingers fisting the sheets. “Give me that alpha dick.”

“Patience, baby.” I scissor my fingers, driving in and out, helping him relax so he can take me. Ezra tilts his hips, giving me better access, and I purr in approval, chest rumbling as I pump my fingers in and out of him, stretching him.

“Kill,” he groans in protest.

Grabbing the bottle of lube, I squeeze some on my dick and position myself, spreading his ass, watching as I ease in, his hole like a fucking vise around my cock. “Fuuuuuck.”

Ezra hisses, tilts his hips a little more, face pressed into the sheets as he grasps at them, searching for something to cling to as I stretch him, burying myself deep inside my beta until he pants.

Keeping one hand on his hip, I thread the other through the strands of his hair, wrench his head back, and pump as his mouth parts in a moan. “Look at my beta, all filled up,” I tell him, slamming my hips forward again.

“Fuck me,” he begs.

I smile, pulling his hair again, just how he likes it. “You want me to tear this ass up, Ez?”

“Please,” he rasps.

A deep, pleased growl reverberates in my chest. I hold him steady and quicken my pace, thrusting into him hard enough he jolts forward. Releasing his hair, I grab his shoulder, using that and my grip on his hip to keep him in place as my hips slam into him over and over.

Ezra squeezes me, clamps around me so hard I swear he’s going to make me come before I’m ready.

“You should’ve seen her, Alpha,” he says, breathing heavily. “Those fucking tits bouncing while I fucked her.”

“Ezra,” I growl a warning, balls tightening.

He doesn’t heed it. Glancing back at me, his lips curl into an evil smile. “I took her on the couch, against the wall, and then she sat that perfect pussy on my face.” His eyes hood. “Her slick was everywhere,” he continues, gasping as I pump a little harder, trying to make him stop talking.

It’s too much, thinking about Ezra with my omega, how much they enjoyed each other, how he came inside her. Fuck, I’m not going to make it long. My dick pulses inside of him and Ezra releases a low, dark chuckle that tells me everything he’s saying is meant to make me lose control.