Page 80 of Deadly Sweet

Leaning forward, I lick Walker’s cheek.

He raises a brow, a smirk on his face. “What was that for?”

“I licked you, so now you're mine.” I grin widely.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing it?” he teases, voice going low. “That goes both ways, Little Killer,” he growls.

“You can lick me, too.” I give him my cheek.

He chuckles; it’s deep and warm, making my insides heat up. “That's not where I want to lick you, Little One.”

“Then where?” I blink in confusion.

He spins me around, sitting me on the hood of the truck. I watch as he parts my legs and runs a hand over my jean covered pussy. “Right...” he taps at my swollen clit and I moan. “There.”

My eyes grow heavy lidded. “Okay.” I go to try and remove my pants but Leroy steps out of the house.

“Walker! Get our Omega inside and feed her, please.”

Walker grumbles. “I was just about to feed myself,” he calls back over his shoulder.

“Yeah!” I call out. “Let the man eat.” I look at Walker. “You meant me, right?”

He chuckles. “Yes, Little Killer. I meant you.”

“Your food is going to get cold,” Leroy sighs.

My eyes widen. “He has a good point.”

Walker groans, putting his forehead on my shoulder. “Fine. I’ll eat you later.”

“You sure you're going to be hungry then?” I ask, hopping off the truck.

“Trust me, Savvy, I don’t think there’s ever going to be a time when I’m not hungry for you.”

“Good.” I shoot him a wink over my shoulder. “Because it turns out I love sucking cock and drinking cum. So if you’re a good boy, I’ll show you just how much.”

“What the hell happened while I was gone?” Walker grumbles.

“A lot, my man,” Caleb says, joining us with new pants.

“Just don’t ever leave my side, and you won’t have to miss out on anything,” I tell him, opening the car door. My eyes meet the bag of takeout, and I groan.

Food. I fucking love food.

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