Page 222 of Deadly Sweet

Maybe she’s lost in her heat and doesn’t know what she’s saying, or maybe she feels so at peace, so safe and loved that her mind is allowing her that little piece of her past.

Either way, it means the world to me.

Walker

“Alright. That's it,” I grunt. Bending down, I toss the bratty Omega over my shoulder.

“Put me down,” she whines.

“Enough,” I say softly and lightly slap her ass. “You need a shower. And if you're not going to let us clean you up willingly, then I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

It’s day two, easing into the nighttime, and Savannah has gone from sweet Omega to little brat. Right now, she couldn’t care less about being a good girl. She wants what she wants and won’t listen.

And as much as we want to give it to her, it’s also our job to take care of her. Trying to get this girl to eat or drink when all she wants is orgasms, knots, and cocks is not easy.

We’ve just spent the last half hour bribing her to eat something and drink some water.

After she was done, we rewarded her with an orgasm.

When I told her it was time for a shower, she glared at me and kept fucking Caleb. He did nothing to help, just grinned like a fool in heaven.

Guess she doesn’t like me taking her off her Alpha’s cock. But my girl needs a shower, badly. She’s covered head to toe with slick and cum and her hair is a tangled mess.

Taking her down the stairs, I regret not building an ensuite bathroom in her room. Something we’re going to have to look into.

“Now, sit here and let me get the shower going, okay?” I place her sexy ass on the counter.

She glares at me, but says nothing as she crosses her arms against her perfect breasts, which are covered in bite marks courtesy of me.

“Good girl,” I praise, my voice low and husky. I press a kiss to her sweaty forehead, and she melts against me, the fight leaving her. For now.

Going over to the shower, I get the water to the right temperature before going back to get her.

“Carry me,” she whines, holding her arms out.

Grinning, I lift her into my arms, and she wraps herself around me like a koala.

I should have known this was a trap. As we walk towards the shower, she tries to wiggle herself down over my cock.

“Omega,” I growl down at her.

She looks up at me with her big blue eyes and pouts.

She knows how to get what she wants, that’s for sure.

“Let me clean you up, and then I’ll give you what you want.”

“I want your dick,” she mutters.

“I know, Little Killer. And it’s all yours. Just be a good girl and let your Alpha take care of you, okay?”

“Fine,” she pouts, and it’s adorable.

Placing her on the bench, I grab shampoo and wash her hair the best I can. She sighs, her eyes drifting closed as I work my fingers against her scalp. My girl likes to have her hair played with, and washing it for her is one of my favorite things to do.

After I grab the showerhead and rinse it out, I put a ton of conditioner in and let it sit while I work on washing her body.

It’s not easy with so much slick and cum dried onto her skin.

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