Chapter 27
Savannah
O kay, so I don’t have to kill him. Thank fuck, because that would have really sucked. I’ve grown pretty fond of him.
Who am I kidding? The man has latched onto my soul, and I know there’s no shaking it. It’s not just because he’s my scent match. He’s so much more than that.
He doesn’t only accept my crazy, he embraces it, encourages it, and never makes me feel like there’s anything wrong with me.
He’s funny, kind, and just as nuts as I am. Okay, maybe not as nuts, but he’s up there.
Caleb matches my energy. As much as I know, the rest of them accept who I am, and every one of my pack members means the world to me, it’s nice to have someone to indulge in my wild side with.
Not going to lie, as much as I tried to act like the big bad Omega I can be, it really fucking hurt to find him with that woman.
Did I overreact, acting like a psycho, jealous Omega, instead of going up to him and asking him like a normal person would?
Yes. Yes, I did, and I’d do it again because I’m not normal. I am a psycho jealous Omega. What do you want from me?
Knowing that she’s just his co-worker has allowed him to keep his dick. But co-worker or not, I don’t want him around any other woman who’s not our daughter or family.
Shit, did I really just say OUR daughter?
Athena has quickly become someone I love and want to protect. She’s my pack’s child, therefore she’s mine as well. I might not have given birth to her, but I feel a connection that's special and unique.
Anyway, Caleb needs a reminder of who he belongs to, and the best part is, he’s begging me for it.
This big, bad Alpha is fucking putty in my hands. The way he whimpers for me has my nipples hardening and slick dripping down my legs.
He puts bad guys behind bars for a living, yet he’s a needy mess strapped to a chair begging a little Omega to have her way with him.
It’s a fucking power rush.
But unlike the other men I’ve had strapped to a chair, I don’t want to break him, to make him cry.
No, I want his moans, his whimpers, and whines. I want him to beg me, and when it’s too much, I want him to ask for more.
My Alpha likes it, wants to be used. Maybe even receive a little degradation.
I can understand the appeal. It can be empowering and arousing when done in the right way—to make someone feel wanted, not to make someone feel like they’re worth nothing.
He said to punish him, to use him, and make it hurt.
Don’t mind if I do.
Getting to my feet, I watch my Alpha, who’s a panting mess, while he sits there, watching me with hunger. He’s a starved man, and the only thing that can satiate him is me.
I love it. I need it. I can’t explain it.
Placing the knife on the table, I hold his stare as I start to strip.
With each item of clothing removed, his breathing grows heavier.
It’s fucking empowering to have someone look at me like I’m everything.
I’m fully naked, slick running down my thighs—because let’s face it, I’m horny as hell—and while I want to straddle this man's lap and ride him off into the sunset, I want to have a little bit of fun with him first.
I want to see just how far I can go. How far I can push him. I want this man to be a sobbing mess as he begs me for a release.
“Look at you.” I grin. “Your cock is fucking leaking for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he rasps out. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“I know you do.” I grab the knife again and walk towards him. “So needy.”
“So fucking needy,” he whines, making me grin.
Stopping in front of him, I give him a moment to look at my body before grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. Leaning forward, I lick up his throat, moaning when the blood from his cut hits my tongue.
“Oh-oh god-d,” he stammers.
I laugh, straddling his lap so that my bare, wet pussy is hugging his hard cock. “Where's that dominant Alpha from last week, the one who ate my pussy out like it was his last meal next to a dead body?”
It was fucking amazing. I came so hard. And when he came on me, I wanted to rub it into my skin, to smell like him for days.
He moans as I run my nose up his jaw before nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. Opening my mouth, I suck on his neck hard enough to leave marks.
His cock twitches as he groans. I love how vocal he is, how responsive.
Rocking my hips, I moan as my throbbing clit rubs against his velvety shaft. I want him inside me, to make me see stars, to lock that fat knot in my pussy.
Taking a deep breath, I whimper, sandalwood and leather filling my nose and lighting me up on the inside. Slick gushes free, drenching his cock, knot, and balls.
“He’s not here,” he moans when I nip at his throat.
“I’m gonna mark you,” I tell him. “Right here. Right where everyone will see and instantly know you’re fucking mine.”
“Yes,” he hisses, trying to lift his hips.
Having him at my mercy is so much fun.
“But is that enough for you to be reminded?” I sit back, cocking my head to the side.
“What do you mean?” he asks, brows furrowing, a hazy look in his eyes.
He’s high off my scent. I’m high off his too.
Sliding off him and back to my knees, I grip his cock and take him into my mouth, ignoring his question.
I suck and lick him, cup his balls and squeeze them, rubbing his knot and bringing him to the edge. His body shakes as his moans and pleas fill the space around us before I pull back and slow down. I do it again and again until he’s a sobbing mess. God, it’s so sexy.
Taking the tip of my blade, I run it along his knot, loving his sharp intake of breath. I tease him with the blade as I suck him hard.
Right before he’s about to cum again, I stop, pulling back.
“No, no, no!” he cries. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I ask, lapping the pre-cum off his tip.
He’s sweating, eyes wild, hair a mess. Only thing that would make it better would be if he were naked. I want to see him naked. Next time.
“Please, let me cum. I need to cum,” he growls.
I tsk. “See, that's not a very nice way to ask.” I get to my feet and step away.
“I’m sorry,” he rushes out. “So fucking sorry. Please, baby, please, let me cum.”
“I don’t think so.” I grin. “Not yet.”
He lets out a pained sound, his head dropping back, and I can’t help but giggle.
“You're killing me,” he groans.
“You're just an impatient, needy little cum slut,” I purr. “You want to cum? You need to work for it. Only when I let you, can you cum. Do you understand me?”
He swallows hard before nodding. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I cock my head to the side.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he breathes out.
Oh, I like that.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” I ask him as I straddle his lap again, this time hovering over his cock.
“Yes.” He nods, his eyes filled with something I’m not used to. Adoration. It takes everything in me not to break this scene we’re playing out. But I hold it together. “The best boy. I’ll be so good. So fucking good, I swear.”
“That's what I wanna hear,” I praise, gripping him with the hand that isn’t holding the blade and angle his cock up to press against my entrance, letting it slip inside just enough to hold him there, before I put my hand on his shoulder. “Now, you're going to sit here and let me use you. Let me take what I want. And you're going to love it.”
“Savannah!” he cries out as I sink down on his cock in one go.
My hand digs into his shoulder as I moan shamelessly. The stretch of his cock is so damn good. He’s big, long, and thick. “That's it,” I pant out. “Take me. Let my pussy swallow that fat cock.”
“Oh god,” he moans.
“No god here, Baby Boy.” I laugh, trying so damn hard to hold it together. “You feel that, baby? You feel how fucking wet I am for you?” I ask, as I start to ride him slowly. There’s a wet sound every time I shove myself down on his cock.
“Yes,” he moans. “So good, so fucking good.”
I deserve a fucking cookie for being able to last this long before losing control, but I continue to slowly ride him, driving both of us fucking mad.
He feels so good, too fucking good. As much as I want to be on my back as he pounds into me and calls me a good girl, I’m really enjoying being the one in control.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him. He whimpers and starts kissing me back eagerly. We’re all tongues and teeth, yet it’s slow and sensual.
I’m edging this man so much that even I’m paying for it.
Pulling back from the kiss, I pant against his lips. “I don’t think biting you will be enough to remind you that you’re mine.”
“Yes, it will,” he promises. “You’re mine, Savvy. I could never forget that.”
Coming to a stop, I sit on him, his cock buried inside me, his knot pressing against my entrance, and it takes everything inside not to bear down until it pops inside me.
“No.” I shake my head as I bring the blade to the button of his shirt. “I don’t think so. I think you need more.” One by one, I use the tip of the blade to cut the buttons free until his shirt falls open. I moan at the sight of his muscular chest.
Unable to help myself, I run my hands over his body, loving the way his muscles ripple under my touch.
“Mhhmm,” I hum as I skim my fingertips over his left peck. “Right here will do.”
“W-what will do?” he looks at me with arousal and a bit of fear.
“Do you trust me, Caleb?” His answer means a lot. If he can trust me after I pretty much kidnapped him and tied him to a chair, ready to kill him, then I think I’d do just about anything for this man.
So when he whispers. “Yes. Always.” My pussy clenches around him, and I whimper.
“Good,” I rasp out. “If this becomes too much, let me know.”
“If what beco—” his words cut off as he let out a painful grunt, eyes slamming shut, body tensing up as my blade makes contact with his skin.
“Shhh,” I soothe him as I work. “Relax, baby. You're doing so good. Breathe through the pain.” Not wanting him to move too much and fuck this up, I slowly rock my hips and grip his cock with my inner walls, doing my best to provide a distraction.
By the time I’m on the third letter, he’s panting heavily, moaning my name.
“That's right. Savvy. That's who owns you,” I murmur when I’m done. “You did so good, baby. So fucking good,” I praise him. I lean down and kiss his new mark.
“You cut me,” he pants out, looking down at his chest.
I’m hypnotized as I watch the blood drip down his peck and over his nipple.
“No,” I murmur, leaning down to suck his nipple into my mouth, moaning as the blood coats my tongue. I bite hard before pulling back, letting go of him with a pop. “I branded you. I carved my name into your chest, right over your heart. Now, every time you see yourself in the mirror, you’ll be reminded of who owns you.”
“Fucking hell, Baby Girl. That's so hot. So fucking hot. Please, let me cum. I need to cum.”
With a growl, I fuse my lips to his and start to fuck him.
I fuck him like my life depends on it, not able to hold back anymore. This edging thing was fun, until it wasn’t.
I want to cum too, with his knot inside me, filling me up with his release.
Every brush of his cock against my sweet spot has me seeing stars. We’re both needy messes, eager to cum.
“I’m so close,” I whimper. “Need your knot.”
“Take it,” he pleads. “Let me know you’re mine, Baby Girl, please.”
Taking his lips again, I swallow his moans, sucking his tongue into my mouth before biting down and letting him go.
I move my mouth to his throat, panting heavily. “I’m gonna bite you now,” I moan, sucking at his neck. “When I do, bite my shoulder. Mark me as yours, too. Because you might be mine, but I’m also yours, Alpha. All yours.”
“Savannah,” he lets out a growled groan of hunger and need.
Opening my mouth, I bite down hard on his neck at the same time I lift my hips up and slam myself down on his cock, forcing his knot inside me.
Caleb’s teeth latch onto my shoulder as he lets out an animalistic growl.
With his knot snuggly locked inside me, we both cum.
His cock jerks violently, filling me with rope after rope of hot sticky cum.
My pussy grips him like a vice as I shake on top of him, my orgasm so powerful I nearly pass out.
Blinding white-hot pleasure fills me. I see stars, the moon, and the fucking sun.
Warmth washes over me as I feel our connection snap into place.
Happiness, pride, relief, and... love. I can feel his love envelop me, and I’m glad he can’t see my face as the tears start to fall.
My body slumps against his as I remove my teeth from his neck, sucking in a big breath of air.
I’m hit with so much emotion, I’m unable to hold back. I start to cry, like full-blown ugly cry. I don’t know how to handle what I’m feeling.
“Fuck,” Caleb hisses. “Savvy, baby, breathe. It’s okay, I got you.”
I whimper as I nuzzle my face against him. I need him so much it scares me.
He’s my Alpha. Mine. A piece of me, my heart and soul.
“Untie my hands, baby. Please, I want to hold you, okay?”
Nodding, I pull back with blurry eyes and use the knife to release his wrists.
The moment they're free, he wraps his arms around me in a tight hold.
It’s exactly what I need. His scent and touch calm me.
I love this man. I don’t care if I’ve only known him for less than two weeks. He’s mine. I don’t want to be without him.
Caleb holds me while I cry, whispering praises in my ear. “I love you, Savvy, so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” I whimper, clinging to him for dear life.
He starts to purr. The sound mixed with the rumbling of his chest has my eyes growing heavy.
I start to drift off to sleep, his knot still inside me, joining us together as he rocks us. His hand plays with my hair as he continues to whisper to me.
I let sleep take over, knowing that I’m safe in this man's arms and nothing will happen to me.
Maybe I’m dreaming, maybe it’s all in my head, but I swear I can feel one of my broken pieces find its rightful place.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be whole again, but I think these men, my pack, my everything, are going to try their hardest to do so. They're already doing it.