Page 63 of Deadly Sweet

Ashley glares at the four of us before turning fear-filled eyes on Savannah. Savannah grins, then fucking barks like a dog, making Ashley scream before she runs out of the room.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Our lives are about to get a hell of a lot more interesting.

Opening my eyes, I walk towards Savannah. She licks her lips, eyes on me. Stopping before her, my six-three frame towers over her five-foot-four.

Her breathing picks up, eyes flicking between mine. I can see the attraction in them, and I try to will my cock to relax. But being this close, smelling her intoxicating scent, isn’t doing anything to help.

“Was that necessary, Little Monster?” I ask her, my fingers reaching up to brush against her jaw, making her shiver and a small whimper slip free, my fingers continuing forward to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Yes,” she stammers out. Her perfume fills the air, and the guys groan behind me.

My lips kick up at the side, loving how this bad ass little spitfire can become putty in my hands, and I’m not even her Alpha. It makes me want to puff out my chest in pride that I’m affecting her like this.

“Why’s that?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

“What else do you expect me to do? I found another woman in my pack’s house,” she growls. “I don’t want anyone touching any of you.”

Fuck. I like that. “Does that include me?”

Her brows furrow. “Of course,” she replies instantly. “Why wouldn’t it? You’re mine.” Her growl of possessiveness has my cock twitching.

“You know...” My voice is low and husky as I take a risk with my next move, bringing my fingers up to wrap around her throat. “You’ve been a naughty Omega, Savvy.”

Her eyes flash with anger. “I don’t regret laying a claim on what's mine.”

“Not that.” I shake my head. “No one blames you for that. What I’m upset about is that you did it in front of our daughter.”

Her eyes flash with what looks like guilt as they flick over to Athena and back to me. “I would never hurt her.” I can hear the sincerity in her voice, see it in her eyes.

Somehow, that's all I needed for me to know she’s not a risk to my daughter.

I can feel her racing pulse against my thumb. I don’t have a firm grip, I'm not choking her, not hurting her. I want to, though. I want to tighten my hold and listen to her moan. But now is not that time.

Leaning in, I brush my lips against her forehead and she sucks in a sharp breath. Bringing my lips to her ear, I whisper. “Do it again, and I’m going to have to punish you.”

She whines, and I can't hold back the relief I feel as my fear of going too far disappears. Savannah is going to be a tricky woman to work around. She’s not to be handled like glass. She’d rather stab us with a shard than have us see her as weak. But she’s still an Omega. I can tell from a simple touch she’s touch-starved. I’ve seen it before. I know the signs.

I don’t think anyone will have an issue with giving her what she needs. I know all of us would love any chance to get to touch her, hold her, feel her.

I let go of her, and she almost stumbles forward before righting herself. With a satisfied grin, I turn on my heel and walk out the door before I do something I might regret, like push her against the wall and fuck the sass right out of her.

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