Page 154 of Deadly Sweet

It’s not enough to break skin, but enough to leave very clear indentations of my teeth.

Leroy groans and my pussy flutters.

Down bitch, you can wait.

Letting go, I pull back and look at the artist. “That. I want you to tattoo that onto his neck.”

“Wait, what?” Leroy whispers, his eyes opening to look up at me with emotion swimming in them. “You want your teeth marks on me?”

My smile softens, and I take this big man's face into my hands. “Of course, I do. I love you, Leroy. You're my pack, my Beta.Mine.I want the world to know it, for you to know it. I might not be able to bite you and have it be permanent. But this?” I ask, rubbing my finger against the bite mark, making him shudder. “I can make this permanent.”

He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me forward to rest his forehead against mine. “I love you, Savvy. Thank you for coming into my life and showing me I don’t have to be alone anymore.” His voice is thick. “It’s an honor to wear your mark. I want you to know, you're loved, you’re safe, you're wanted. Always and forever, my Little Monster.”

We kiss, and my head spins, my body hums, and tears fill the back of my eyes.

Damn it. Nope. You will not burst into tears with this big, scary, tattooed gorilla of a man next to you. Hold it together, woman!

Stepping back, I watch as my Beta gets my mark tattooed onto his neck.

Somehow, this feels more intimate than the others.

The universe chose my Alphas for me, but I chose my Beta. And he chose me.

No hormonal shift, no blind want and lust from a scent match bond forcing us together. Just two people who feel for one another and decided to choose each other every day for the rest of their lives.

I’ve had a lot of choices taken from me, but this one I’m proud to say is all mine.

Leroy takes the tattoo like a champ, and it doesn’t take long before the artist is wiping down his fresh ink.

“How does it look?” Leroy asks, a smirk playing on his handsome face.

“Like you’re mine,” I murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to the new ink. He moans and shivers at the touch. I get a dirty look from the tattoo artist before he’s cleaning it again.

I just shrug and grin.

Leroy stands up and walks over to the mirror to get a look. I watch as a smile stretches across his face, and my heart clenches. “I love it.”

“Good.” I grin, taking a seat in the chair he was just sitting in. “I’m next.”

Leroy spins around to face me with wide eyes. “Really?”

“You didn’t think I’d let you be the only one to be claimed, did you?” I cock a brow. “Get over here, big boy, and bite me like you want to keep me forever.” Tilting my head to the side, I expose my neck to him.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers, staring down at me with a mix of awe and disbelief.

“I can tell you that fuck yeah, you do,” I growl.

“My Little Monster,” he murmurs as he leans down, brushing his lips against my throat. My eyes flutter shut as arousal spikes through me. “I don’t think I'm ever going to let you go.”

“Good,” I pant out as his teeth meet my throat. “Because I was never planning on letting you.”

I moan as his teeth press into my flesh, and yes, I cum a little. No point in denying it, the whole room reeks of candy apples.

Thankfully, the artist is a Beta. I didn’t want another Alpha touching me, so I made sure to confirm the artist was a Beta when I booked the appointment.

Even still, I don’t like having another person's hands on me that's not my pack’s.

“Hey.” Leroy grabs my hand as I clench my eyes shut, the pain of the tattoo not as bad as I expected, but the placement still hurts. “I got you. You're okay.”

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