Page 71 of Deadly Sweet

Her lower teeth sink into her bottom lip and all the blood rushes to my cock.

What is wrong with me? I’ve never been this bad. I’ve always had a healthy sex life, something I never plan on telling Savannah.

Knowing her, she would track them all down and kill them for daring to touch me. And now that thought has my cock throbbing. I’m fucked up. This is all so fucked up.

Yet, I find myself excited to start this new part of our lives.

Last night, I was freaking out because how were we supposed to handle a new Omegaanda new baby?

But it’s life, and we’re a pack. We can handle this together.

“There’s this place down the street from Salvation. I don’t know what the name of it is. But they sell these amazing potstickers,” she moans. “They’re so good. Like I could eat twenty of them. Oh! And just down the block from there, there's a coffee place that sells sugar cookie iced Frappuccinos, but I never get the chance to try them because they’re always closed when I leave the house.” She pouts.

I saw this woman with a dead body, so how can her pouting be so damn adorable?

“You want it, I’ll get it.”

Her brow raises. “Really? Like anything I want?”

My lips curl in amusement. “What do you have in mind, Little Omega?”

Her eyes fill with mischief. “That's a dangerous thing to ask me, Alpha.”

Fuuuck. I’m nearly cumming in my pants at her calling me Alpha. She can see the fire burning in my eyes, which has her grinning wider. I suck in a breath as she reaches down and cups my erection. “What if I said I wanted you to fuck me right here, right now.”

Breaths coming in heavy, I grab her wrist gently, pulling it away before I fucking blow my load in my pants. Bringing it up to my mouth, I kiss her wrist. I can feel her pulse beating against my lips. This, this is where I’ll sink my teeth into her, marking her as mine when the time comes.

She moans as my mouth presses against the skin of her wrist before I let my tongue poke out, having just a taste of her tempting skin. “I’d say you're not ready for me, Little Killer,” the words rumble out of my chest in a low growl. “But don’t worry. You will be soon.”

Leaning in, I kiss her forehead, leaving her panting.

I’m smirking as I walk to the truck, thinking I’ve stunned the little killer.

“Don’t be surprised if you're strapped to a chair, waking up to me riding your dick!” she calls back. “I love a challenge, big boy!”

Chuckling, I shake my head. Oh, this Omega is going to be a handful. I can’t fucking wait.

As I drive towardsthe agency, I call Daphne.

“Walker, how's everything going?”

“Good. I think,” I grunt as I glare at the traffic in front of me.

“You think?” she laughs. “Has she made any of you cry yet?”

My eyes flick down to the screen where I have her on speaker. “Us cry? Why would she make us cry?”

“You’ll know when you know.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I sigh. “But no, no one has done any crying yet. Not even Athena.”

“How did she react to the baby?”Why does Daphne sound cautious right now?Was she worried about Savannah being around babies? If so, she should have given us a heads-up. She said she would never hurt a child. I believed her. So why does Daphne not sound so sure?

“We had a situation. Not with the baby. Savannah seems to really like Athena. But there was some difficulty with Ashley.”

“Fuck’s sake, Walker,” she hisses. “That woman is still in your fucking house? Did you not think to get rid of her before bringing your new Omega over?”

“It’s being handled,” I mutter. “I’m on the way to the agency. I called Ashley to meet me there so I can give her her things.”

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