Page 156 of Deadly Sweet

“Why does that sound like something you would say if your cock was buried down my throat and I was gagging on it?”

“Fuck,” he groans, and I feel him getting hard against my belly. “Now I’m going to be stuck with that image in my mind.”

“Happy to help.” I smile, patting his chest.

“Brat,” he grumbles.

“Sorry... Daddy.” I bite my lower lip, loving the way his eyes darken.

“Go before I drag you up to the room and fuck you into the mattress.”

Oh, I like that idea.

“You know, maybe you’re right. We can go see Jake another time.”

“Go.” He laughs.

“Fine,” I grumble. “You're no fun.”

“Not what you were saying when my tongue was buried in your pussy last night,” he replies, voice husky as he slaps my ass on the way out of the room.

And now I’m wet. At this point, I’m concerned if my panties are dry.

I’ve called Duchess and asked her more than once if this much slick was normal or even healthy. And every time she tells me yes, and I’m just a horny bitch who’s addicted to dick.

I mean, she’s not wrong.

But not any dick. Just for that fine-ass silver fox of a Beta and my Alphas.

“I swear if someone gives me another dirty look like I’m kidnapping this baby one more time, bodies will start going missing,” I warn him as we head towards the door.

“To be fair, you did yell after Caleb and I quote, ‘Get back here with that baby. You might have had her first, but she’s mine now’ when we were at the grocery store.”

“I was holding her, and he snatched her from me!” I huff.

“Yes. But then later when we were at the park, you literally grabbed the stroller from him when he wasn't looking and took off running while screaming ‘she's mine now, bitches.’ It was bound to turn a few heads,” he chuckles.

“Whatever,” I grumble.

“Hey.” He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I love you.”

I melt at his words. “I love you, too.”

“Have fun.”

“We will. I plan on giving all the girls evil eyes. And there’s this one gay teacher, and I swear to god, if he eyes up my man one more fucking time, I’ll piss all over Jake. Don’t fucking test me.”

Leroy rolls his lips together like he’s trying not to laugh. I don’t know what's so funny, I’m being serious.

“Don’t you meanslickall over him?”

I think for a moment. “You know what, that too. The more scents, the better.”

He lets out a breath. “Be good.”

“Never.” I flutter my eyes, laugh, and blow him a kiss.

“Attitudes like that get naughty Omegas a spanking,” he warns as I push the stroller out the door.

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