Page 171 of Deadly Sweet

“Fuck,” he growls before his lips crash into mine. I whimper, clinging onto him as he starts to rut into me. Because his knot is locked in place, his thrusts are quick and shallow, but they’re just as intense. Pleasure spikes through my body, and I’m cuming again. He swallows my cries of pleasure with his lips as he growls his own release while filling me again.

This time, I take the chance to make him mine. To show him how serious I am and give myself over to him as well.

Grabbing the back of his head by his hair, I pull his neck to the side and sink my teeth into his flesh.

He moans, his body melting into mine as that bond we felt snap into place only a moment before becomes more vibrant.

Pulling back, I press a kiss to his new mark.

“I love you, Walker,” I moan, and he buries his face into my neck.

“I love you so fucking much,” he pants. “Mine. My Omega. My Little Killer. I’m gonna cherish you, Savannah. I promise. I won’t give you a reason to regret this.”

“I know.” I smile, eyes still closed, as I pet the back of his head.

Nothing can beat moments like this, in the arms of the men who love me. Want me. Need me.

I need this kind of touch like I need the air I breathe. It reminds me that I'm not there in that hell. That I’m not locked away from the world, wondering if I’m going to die in that tiny little cell.

They ground me, bring me back to the reality that this is my new life. I’m free. I’m safe. I’m loved.

A loud blaring alarm scares the ever-living shit out of me.

“Fuck!” Walker roars.

“What? What's going on?” I ask, looking up at him, meeting his matching panicked eyes.

“Shit, shit, shit. Not now!” he growls.

And before I get to ask another question, people are coming down the same pole I gave Walker a little show on.

Walker wraps his arms around me, pulling me away from the truck and the rush of people.

“Fucking hell, Holloway,” someone snarls. “Get your fucking dick out of your Omega and get dressed! If someone dies because you're getting your dick wet, you're fired.”

“Shit,” Walker groans.

“If he fires you, I’ll kill him,” I growl.

“No. No killing my boss.” He chuckles. “But I really do need to go. Shit, my knot.”

“Just pull out,” I tell him.

His eyes widen. “And hurt you? Fuck no,” he scoffs.

Rolling my eyes, I wiggle in his hold and grimace as I pull. His knot pops free, and we both hiss in pain. Thankfully, he was already starting to deflate. “See, I’m fine.”

“Never do that again,” he growls, gripping my chin. “Next time my knot is inside you, it fucking stays there, do you understand?”

Going all Alpha on me isn't bad when it’s him doing it.

“Yes, Alpha,” I purr.

“Good girl.” He leans in and kisses me. “I love you.”

After putting his dick away, he rushes over to finish getting dressed. “I’ll see you after work!” he shouts, a massive grin on his face as the truck pulls away. He hangs off the open door, waving at me with this massive grin on his face.

I laugh, soul-consuming warmth filling me as I wave back.

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