Page 98 of Deadly Sweet

“But they taste amazing.” Duchess chuckles.

“Yeah, they do.” Caleb raises his hand to high-five his sister, but Duchess raises a brow.

“You like to eat pussy?” I ask Caleb, narrowing my eyes. “Because you sure as hell haven’t eaten mine yet.”

Duchess chokes on a laugh as Caleb lowers his hand, a guilty look on his face. “Okay, bad joke.” He forces a laugh. “But I can tell you now, your pussy is the only one I’ll ever eat again, and I damn well know it’s the best tasting one on this earth.”

“Second,” Duchess corrects as she looks at her nails.

“Daph,” Lucy hisses, her face growing pink.

“Sorry, baby.” She laughs, pulling her Omega into her arms. “So, Savvy, how was your first night?” She knows what I’ve told her over the phone after setting up my room.

“It was good.” I grin. “Got to sleep between my pack. Smushed together. I loved it.”

She laughs. “I’m glad. So, you're moving out.”

My smile drops. “Yes?”

“It’s not a question, babe. You're moving out. I’m not kicking you out,” she jokes. “No, I’d never do that. Your pack is where you’re meant to be, but this will always be your home too. That room will stay yours, just in case.”

“Thank you.” My shoulders settle. “I might need to stay over every now and again. They don’t want me coming home if I’m too bloody.”

Duchess snorts. “Well, good luck with that one,” she says to the guys. “Savvy loves her blood.”

“It’s true, I do. It’s so fun and pretty,” I say dreamily.

“I like to take my time, enjoy the slow torture, she doesn’t have the patience. She likes it hard, fast and messy.”

The words have barely left Duchess lips before Lucy and I simultaneously shout, “That's what she said!” before bursting into laughter.

“Oh my god.” Jake chuckles. “You still say that?”

Smiling, I turn to my Alpha. “I used to before?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, nodding. “All the time. For almost everything. It was annoyingly adorable.”

I’m not sure why, but knowing I do something now that I used to do before I lost my memory makes me happy.

“What are you doing here?” Duchess asks Walker. “Thought you were working today.”

“He called in sick,” I tell her.

She raises a brow. “You don’t look sick to me.”

“Oh, he was. Had a really bad case of–” I whisper the last word. “Diarrhea.”

Walker groans, covering his face with his hand as everyone laughs.

“Hey, don’t laugh at him.” I frown. “It’s not his fault he almost shit his pants.”

“Savvy, baby, Little Killer. Stop, please,” he begs me.

I bite my lip. “I’m sorry. Did I overshare again?”

“It’s okay.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head.

“You know, it was your own fault. You shouldn’t have eaten my cooking.”

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