Page 170 of Deadly Sweet

We fuck like this for what feels like a lifetime. His eyes on mine, our mingled breaths filling the space between us. He’s so close, but he doesn’t kiss me.

This connection is almost too much. The feelings rushing through me are overwhelming.

“You're so perfect, Savannah,” he murmurs, his warm breath fanning against my lips. “The way your body quivers for me, how your pussy takes my cock so well. You're gorgeous. Swollen lips from my kisses and pink, flushed cheeks as I fuck you. I want to remember this moment and play it again and again in my mind every waking moment. Hell, even when I'm sleeping.”

“Alpha,” I whimper, needing to cum, needing his knot inside me. I feel like I’ll die if I’m not filled.

“You want my knot?” he asks, thrusting up into me hard. “You want me locked inside you, filling you with my cum.”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Then take it, Little Killer,” he grunts, thrusting up into me again and again, his knot slipping in a little more each time. “Take my knot. But only if you take my fucking bite too.”

It happens so fast, I hardly get a chance to catch my breath before his mouth is on my throat, his teeth sinking into my neck as he thrusts into me, forcing his knot into me.

It pops in place, and I shatter apart.

My eyes widen as my lips part, but no sound comes out as I silently scream, gasping for air as my orgasm hits me like a fucking tsunami. My pussy clamps down around his knot, keeping him exactly where he belongs.

Walker growls against my throat as I shake in his hold, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with thick ropes of his cum.

Something snaps into place, and I’m flooded with a million different new emotions.

After our climax starts to subside, he lets me go and kisses my neck, making me moan.

We’re both panting heavily, covered in sweat, and I feel boneless.

My neck tingles where my new mark is, making me smile so damn big.

I can feel his love for me, but there’s more. He feels safe. I make him feel safe.

Fuck. That means so much more to me than I thought it could.

They’re my safe space in a world where I never thought that could be possible. Of course, I want to be theirs.

I'm happy, knot drunk, and feel like the last piece of my heart has found its rightful place, making me whole. All of them are mine. I wear their marks and soon all of them will wear mine.

We’re a pack. Forever. They are my forever.

Is this really happening right now? How did a little broken Omega get her fairytale ending?

Okay, maybe I'm a little ahead of myself. I still have a lot to accomplish before I can just sit back and enjoy my life. But this is a pretty good start.

“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before trailing kisses down my jaw and neck, stopping at my new mark. He licks it, and my pussy clenches around him. “Fuck,” he lets out a long groan as I feel his cock twitch, filling me with a few more spurts of cum. “Didn’t think I had any left in me,” he grunts.

A girlish giggle falls from my lips. I don’t know what it is about this man that makes me feel this way. “I love you, too.” I smile up at him, playing with the back of his hair.

“You're mine,” he states.

“I’m yours, Walker. I’ll always be yours. You own me.”

His eyes flash. “No one owns you, Savannah.”

“Not in that way. Not as property. But you do own me. My heart, my soul. My body is yours and this pack’s. As yours are mine.”

“Savannah...” His voice is rough and growly.

“I want to be owned by you, Walker.” I lick my lips. “It’s my choice, okay? I haven’t had many in my life, but this? This one is mine. My life to do with as I please, my body to give to who I want. I trust this pack. I trust you will never take more than I’m willing to give you. That's why I'm freely giving myself over to you.”

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