Page 115 of Deadly Sweet

“Maybe he was gay?” Savannah asks. “Ever thought of that?”

Emily’s brows furrow. “Are you?” she asks me.

“No.” I chuckle, then drape my arms over Savannah, pulling her flush to my chest. The height difference makes it a little awkward, but I lean down and press a kiss to the back of Savannah's neck. “Down girl,” I murmur.

She huffs but relaxes back into me.

“This is Savvy. My Omega,” I say proudly.

“Oh.” Emily’s shoulders slump, and I swear I hear Savannah huff in triumph. I bury my smile in her hair. “Well, it was good to see you. Bye.”

“Bye, Emily!” Savannah says a little too loudly and cheerfully, getting an odd look from Emily as she glances over her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I chuckle, spinning her around so I can grip her chin and kiss her. She’s putty in my hands. I love it. I can’t stop touching her, smelling her, tasting her. I’ve wanted this for so long.

“I don’t like when girls look at you,” she growls against my lips adorably.

“I know.” I chuckle. “But girls are always going to be around me.”

Her eyes darken. “And why the fuck would they be?”

“Because I’m a teacher, and the school I work at has primarily female teachers.”

“Quit,” she demands without hesitation.

My eyes widen slightly, and I let out a surprised laugh. “I can’t.”

“You don’t need to work. Or... you can teach online.”

“Savannah.” I chuckle.

“What? That's a thing, right?”

“Yes,” I tell her, taking our order when our number is called. “But I like my job. I like working with the kids. In person,” I state pointedly as we move to find a table.

“Fine,” she huffs as we take a seat. “I’ll let you keep your job, under two conditions.”

“Okay.” I smile, humoring her. “And what would those be?”

“When you go back to work next week, I will come with you. You show me off, let the staff know you're taken. And who owns you?” She glares at me.

Fuck. Me.The idea of being owned by her turns me on.

“What else?” I clear my throat, shifting in my seat.

“To make sure there’s no way they mistake you for being single, I’ll mark you—” she leans over and my breathing picks up, pupils dilating as she brushes her fingers right next to my Adam's Apple. “Here.”

The thought of her marking me, claiming me has my eyes fluttering shut as I try not to fucking cum in my pants.What is wrong with me?

Opening my eyes, I lick my lips and nod. “Okay.”

Her smile is everything. “And... I want you to mark me.” She nods. “That way you can never leave me.”

She looks down at her food to begin eating, but I slide my fingers under her chin and grip it with my thumb, gently raising her head up to look at me. I want her eyes locked with mine when I tell her this. “I never plan on leaving you. I know you might not believe that. It might take some time for you to feel safe and secure with our pack, but I can promise you, we want you. You're it for me, for us,” I vow with all my heart. “And I’d be honored for you to wear my mark, for me to wear yours.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her eyes growing glassy.

Smiling, I let her go and we both eat our food.

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