Chapter 30
Savannah
A m I floating? I feel like I’m floating.
There are warm arms wrapped around me as licorice and vanilla blanket my sense of smell.
I feel good, so good. My body is humming, every brush of his hands and grind of his hips has me growing wetter. I’m hot and achy from being so aroused.
My mind is telling me to pull this Beta into the bathroom and demand he fuck me over the bathroom sink, but I’m having so much fun right now.
Turning in his arms and raising mine, I wrap them around his neck as I look up at Leroy. The corner of his lip hitches in a sexy half smile that has me clenching my thighs.
“You're so sexy,” I murmur, leaning up onto my tip-toes as I pull him closer to me. He leans down, giving me the access I need. I hum as I bury my face into his neck. I’m scent marking the fuck out of my man right now. Showing everyone in this room who he belongs to.
There's been one too many women—and hell, even a few men—who’ve been eyeing up my silver fox. I told him so, but noooo he didn’t believe me. I’m not blind, but maybe he is?
Or maybe he truly doesn’t see how sexy he is.
“So are you, my Little Monster.” His voice is thick, gravelly. God, I want to ride him so bad!
“I am a little monster. Your Little Monster.” I kiss his neck, happy that I earned a satisfied sounding groan from him.
“All mine.” His arms tighten around my waist, pulling my lower half closer to him.
When his stiff cock grinds against my pussy, I whimper, my fingers tangling in the back of his hair as a gush of slick soaks my panties. I’m about to beg him, tell him how needy I am for him, when the song changes. Everyone around us cheers.
Pulling my face free, I look around to see everyone gathering to the center of the dance floor.
“What's going on?” I ask, looking back up at him to see the smile on his face.
“You know how to two-step?” he asks me, excitement shining in his eyes.
“Not a clue.” I laugh. “But I’m down to learn.”
His smile widens, and he grabs my hand. We go over to where we left our hats, and he puts mine on top of my head before placing his own on.
Who knew the damn things would get in the way of me getting all up close and personal with Leroy.
He pulls me out onto the dance floor, and I go with a laugh. I smile at his excitement, which makes me feel excited too.
I have no idea what’s going on or how to do this dance, and no matter how much Leroy tries to explain it, the music is too fast for me to keep up.
So, I say fuck it and just go with the music.
People around me give me funny looks, but I just flash them my best fuck you grin and dance my little heart out.
Leroy laughs, his face lighting up, and I love that I’m able to make him this happy.
I give him a smile that matches his, letting him know I’m enjoying myself just as much as he is.
We dance and laugh. I feel so damn carefree in this moment, like I’m in the movie Footloose !
And as if the universe is reading my mind, the song Footloose comes on.
Tossing my head back, I laugh.
“Come on, little lady,” he says in that sexy southern drawl that has my knees weak. “Let’s see that sexy little ass dance.”
The whole room breaks into a line dance and I’m not any better with this kind of dancing than I was with the two-step.
But I still give no fucks. Not a single one, as I enjoy myself.
Once the song is done, everyone cheers. I throw myself at Leroy, and he catches me with a chuckle.
“Are you enjoying your night?” he asks me, brushing a sweaty piece of hair behind my ear.
“It’s amazing,” I sigh happily. “So much fun.”
He grins. “How are you enjoying those drinks?”
I hum. “So good. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy.”
“You want another?” he asks me, pulling me closer and adjusting our bodies so we’re not in anyone's way.
“No.” I shake my head, the tightness in my core letting me know what I really want. And it’s not more drinks.
His eyes darken, his nostrils flaring as my perfume fills the space around us. “Shit,” he hisses.
I whimper when he takes a step back, hating the loss of his touch. “Shh.” He leans in and brushes a kiss to my lips. “I’ve got you, Little Monster,” he murmurs.
Taking my hand, he leads me through the crowd and down the hall.
For a moment, I think we’re going to the bathroom, but we pass the line of people and keep going.
“Where are we going?” I ask, looking behind me at the fleeting people.
“Somewhere we can get more privacy.”
As soon as we’re around the corner, I’m pushed up against a wall and warm soft lips that taste so fucking good devour mine.
I moan, my tongue pushing past his lips as I demand entrance. He gives it to me with a little sexy growl, letting my tongue in to dance with his.
His hands on my hips tighten as he rolls his hips against mine, pushing my ass against the wall.
Our kiss is hot and demanding, all teeth and tongues. I want him so fucking badly it hurts.
“Leroy,” I whimper when his lips part from mine to trail down my jaw to my neck.
“Yes, my Little Monster?” he asks, voice thick with hunger.
“I need you,” I whine, rocking my hips as more slick leaves me.
“You have me,” he promises.
My eyes flutter shut as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and bites. Gasping, I grip his shirt as a burst of pleasure shoots down my spine and right to my aching clit.
“Fuck me. Please. Please, I need you,” I beg.
“Mhhm.” His chuckle vibrates against my throat. “I love it when you’re so needy for me.”
“I am. I really am. Fuck me,” I whimper, really needing this man to touch me more. Why isn’t his cock inside me yet? What is he waiting for?
“So impatient,” he growls. “As sexy as it is, I think my Little Omega needs to learn how to wait. Patience, Little Monster. Good things come to good girls who wait.”
He pulls back, and I look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Do you wanna be my good girl, Savannah?” he asks, voice low and husky.
I whimper, nodding my head because fuck, I really do wanna be his good girl.
“Perfect.” He nods, his fingers brushing against my face as he moves my hair out of the way and down my neck to expose my throat. His touch makes my skin tingle, and I take in a shuddering breath, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Eyes on me, Savvy.” His voice takes on a more commanding tone to it that has my eyes snapping open and my breaths quickening.
“You want to cum?” he asks me.
“Yes.” I nod my head, licking my lips. “So bad.”
“If I slipped my fingers between your legs, would I find that pretty pink pussy wet?”
“So fucking wet,” I groan. “I’m dripping for you, Leroy. Please,” I whine.
“Shhh,” he soothes as he drops to his knees.
Oh, I like this sight, this man on his knees before me. He looks up at me with his bright blue eyes, and my heart nearly stops. “Let me take care of my Omega.” He reaches up and unzips my shorts before grabbing the hem and shimmying them down my legs.
Who am I to say no?
He pulls my shorts off, exposing my pussy to him.
The idea of someone catching us flashes in my mind, but it quickly vanishes when he parts my legs and swipes his tongue up my dripping slit.
“Fuck,” I moan, rocking my hips, demanding more.
And like the good Beta he is, he gives it to me.
Leroy eats me like a starving man who hasn’t eaten in days.
My eyes roll back as I lean against the wall. My knees grow weak fast, threatening to give out on me, but Leroy grips my hips, pinning me in place.
“Oh god. Fuck, yes!” I whimper, grabbing a handful of his hair as I start to fuck myself against his mouth.
He growls against my pussy, the vibration making me gush into his mouth. He groans and starts sucking my clit harder than the sweet suckles he was giving me before.
“I’m close,” I whimper, so far gone for this man already. “I need to cum, Beta. Please, let me cum.”
He pulls back, gasping for air, looking up at me with wanting eyes, his face and beard soaked with my slick. He looks so beautiful yet ruggedly handsome.
“Be a good Omega, and cum on my face, Savannah. I want it all. Every last drop is mine,” he growls, voice thick with need.
Oh, fuck. I whimper, on the edge of cumming. His mouth, this dirty talk... it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.
“Are you gonna be a good girl, Savannah?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan, rocking my hips, seeking his mouth. Why is it not on my cunt?
“Are you gonna drown me in this perfect pussy? You taste so fucking good, Omega. Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Leroy,” I whine. “Please.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait longer and brings his mouth back to where I want it.
Panting heavily, body on fire, I look down and watch as this man ruins me. My lips part as one hand claws at his arm, the other one gripping his hair so tightly that I’m sure it’s painful, but I don’t care. I can’t think, I can’t fucking breathe as my orgasm takes over.
Eyes locked on his, I watch the heat and love that shines in his eyes as I come apart for him.
My body shakes as I cum hard, covering his face with my release. He does as he said he would and laps me up, drinking every drop of my slick, never looking away from me. Not once. He makes sure I’m watching him, seeing how hungry he is for me.
It only makes me more aroused. I need his cock. I need to cum again while he’s buried deep inside me. I need him to fill me up, to mark me.
I whimper when he moves away, missing the loss of his mouth on me. I want him back there, making me feel good.
“You did so fucking good, Little Monster,” he murmurs, getting to his feet. He wipes his face with the back of his arm. Stepping up to me, he grips my chin. “How do you feel?”
“I need more,” I whimper.
He cups my face, brushing his thumb against my cheek. I moan, leaning into his touch.
“What do you need?
“You,” I breathe out. “Your cock. I need you inside me, please. Fuck me. Cum inside me. Mark me as yours.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Such a needy little Omega. Needy for my cock, desperate to be filled. Do you want to be dripping with my cum, Little Monster?”
“Yes.” I nod eagerly. “That's exactly what I want. So why aren't you giving it to me?” I growl.
He chuckles, deep and rich, and filled with dominant sex appeal. I’m fucking putty for this man.
“Greedy little Omega.” He pulls my shorts back up, grabs my hand, and pulls me on shaky legs down the hall further, stopping at a door. He pushes it open, and we step into a bathroom.
Locking the door behind us, Leroy grabs my hips with a growl.
I gasp, excitement filling me and mixing with my arousal as he carries me over to the sink, placing me on the counter.
“Lean back,” he instructs, and I do. Leaning back on my arms, I lift my hips, helping him rid me of my shorts once more. He tosses them to the ground and grabs my knees, lifting my feet up onto the counter, parting my legs wide so he can see my dripping cunt.
“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, bringing two fingers to play with the mess of slick and cum that’s gathered at the opening of my cunt. “So fucking delicious.”
“Leroy,” I whine. As much as I love the way he looks at me, I’m horny and needy. He needs to take pity on me because I'm just a poor little Omega who needs to take a trip to pound town right now.
Again, maybe I’m being a little dramatic seeing as how its been nothing but a fuck fest back home, but can you blame me? You’ve seen my pack, you can't expect me to keep my hands to myself.
“Look at you,” he chuckles, low and deep as he takes a step back, leaving me sitting there open and exposed to him. “I love it when you beg for me.”
“Would you love it if I stabbed you?” I growl, squirming.
He gives me this wicked grin that does nothing for my state of arousal. “No need to resort to violence, Little Monster.” He chuckles, his hands going to his jeans.
Yes. Yes, that's what I want. Come on, take that fat cock out and show me what's mine.
Licking my lips, I watch fervently as he undoes his jeans and pushes them down past his ass. But his boxers are in the way. “Keep going,” I demand.
He huffs out a breath. I look up to glare at him and find him watching me with a raised brow.
“Now that's not how good girls talk, is it?”
“That's how this one talks,” I growl, breathing heavily.
“Ask nicely and I’ll give you what you want.” He pulls the front of his boxers down, his cock springing free, slapping his stomach.
My heart starts to race as my pussy clenches. “Please.” That came out way too desperate, but honestly at this point, I’m nothing more than a needy little slut for him. “Give me your big fat cock. Fuck me until I’m nothing but jelly. Fill me with your cum until it’s running down my thighs. Make me scream, make anyone who walks by think someone is getting murdered in here,” I demand.
His brows jump. “Huh,” he rasps. “Didn’t think that would be so sexy, but fuck.” He grips his cock, giving it a stroke. “The mouth on you, Little Monster.”
“Come here and I can show you what else it can do.” I grin.
He chuckles and steps forward. “You sure this is what you want?” he asks, rubbing his tip against my slit, mixing his pre-cum with my slick.
“Yes.” Quickly, I wrap my legs around his waist and press my feet against his ass, forcing him to slide all the way in.
“Fucking hell!” he grunts, jaw clenching, nostrils flaring at the same time I scream. “Yes.”
“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Move. Please.”
He groans as my pussy clamps around him with need.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he growls as he grabs hold of my hips.
He starts to fuck me, hard and fast.
Leroy might be in his fifties, but this man fucks like he’s in his twenties.
“Oh god. Yes. Fuck. God, you feel so good.”
“So tight,” he pants out. “So warm and wet. Fuck, Little Monster. Your pussy is perfect.”
“Your cock is huge,” I groan as his cock nearly splits me in two. “I didn’t know Betas were this big.”
“They’re usually not,” he grinds out. “I’m one of the lucky fuckers.”
“Meant for an Omega,” I moan. “Meant for me.”
“You,” he pants, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the space around us. “Only you. Only ever you.”
My eyes shut as my head falls back, and I just let myself feel.
His cock thrusts in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot just right.
The warmth in my belly grows hotter and hotter, and I can feel another orgasm just out of reach.
He grabs at my shirt, lifting it up. “No bra?” he groans.
“No,” I moan. “Don’t need one.”
He leans forward, thrusting all the way in and burying himself to the hilt as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks roughly and bites down.
I gush around his cock, gasping for air, loving the sting of pain mixed with pleasure from his bite.
“I fucking love your breasts. So pretty and perky.”
He moves to the next one, giving it the same attention as he thrusts into me with hard, shallow movements.
My head is spinning, and I feel like I’m on cloud nine. It’s not the alcohol, no, this is all him. My Beta. Fucking mine.
He moves back, letting my breast go with a pop. Looking down, he groans. “Look at the way your pussy swallows me, Little Monster. Look how well you’re taking me. Such a good girl. So fucking good.”
I whimper at his praise, loving it. Craving it. I like being his good girl.
“Take it, Savannah. Take my cock. That’s it. Just like that,” he grunts, pounding into me.
“I’m close.” I’m breathing so hard I might pass out. Every cell in my body is going wild right now.
“You gonna be a good girl and cum all over my cock?”
“Yes,” I shout. “Yes, fuck, yes!”
“Then do it,” he growls. “Choke my cock and make me cum with you.”
“Oh god.” My eyes roll back when his thumb brushes over my clit.
“That's it. Good girl. Breathe. Let go. Give it to me, Savannah. Give it all to me. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
And then I’m free-falling over the edge, screaming his name. My pussy clamps down around him, gripping him so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if I snapped the damn thing off.
My body shakes as my slick literally splashes onto the ground below, there's that much of it.
“Fuck,” Leroy curses before letting out a long, sexy, masculine groan as his body stiffens. Then I feel the splash of his warm cum hitting my walls as he fills me up.
His cock pulses inside me as he keeps pushing into me with small shallow thrusts.
I’ll never get tired of this. Of cocks, cum, and orgasms. But also my men. If it weren’t with them, I wouldn’t want it. Wouldn’t need it.
We stand there for a moment, his forehead pressed against my shoulder as we both come down from that amazing orgasm.
I swear I went to heaven, said hi to God, thanked him for the Beta who was balls deep inside me, and came back down to Earth.
Still with a heaving chest, he leans back, looks down, and groans. “Such a messy Omega,” he murmurs. “So much slick.”
“All for you, Big Boy,” I pant out.
His eyes darken and he grips my face between his fingers softly, pressing his lips to mine. This kiss is sweet, slow, and demanding, making my toes curl and my body hum.
There's a big, dopey smile on my face when I pull back from the kiss. “That was amazing,” I sigh.
“Beyond amazing,” he chuckles, kissing my forehead.
“Can we do it again?” I ask, my pussy tightening around his softening cock.
He groans. “Two orgasms isn’t enough?”
“No,” I snort. “I’m an Omega. Hello?”
“Little Monster. What am I going to do with you?” he growls.
“Ah, fuck me? I just told you.” I grin up at him.
“Brat,” he huffs in amusement.
“Yeah, but I’m your brat.” I grin widely.
His eyes darken. “Mine,” he murmurs before gripping my chin and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
I moan, leaning into his touch. “Yes, you need to fuck me again,” I whine.
He chuckles. “As much as I’d love to, I’m not like those Alphas of yours. I need a little time to reset. My age doesn’t help.”
“Oh, shut up.” I slap at his shoulder. “You are not old.”
“Baby, I’m old,” he chuckles.
“But you fuck like a twenty five year old.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Don’t sell yourself short. You know how to use that cock of yours. That big, thick, glorious cock...” I trail off, clenching my walls around him as I use the heel of my foot to push him deeper into me.
He groans, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a calming breath. “Savannah.”
“Leroy,” I taunt, loving it when his growly daddy side comes out.
“If you’re a good girl, when we get home, I’ll bring you up to my room and fuck you until you don’t remember your name.” His lips move to my neck, peppering kisses.
He’s playing dirty; doesn’t he know how fucking wet I am right now? I can feel his cum and my slick dripping, making a mess on the counter below me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, just to fuck with him but the way his eyes darken, his breathing increases, and the small burst of licorice and vanilla fills the air make me think my Beta likes it.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, running my hands down his chest and up under his shirt.
He hisses as my nails scrape down his chest.
“Savannah,” he says my name with a growl of warning this time.
“Yes. Daddy?” I taunt playfully, cocking my head to the side.
My eyes widen, and I let out a gasp of surprise when his hand wraps around my throat. He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear. “Be a good girl like I told you to be, and Daddy will reward you later.” He brushes his thumb against my already sensitive clit, and I’m a goner.
My eyes roll back and I’m cumming, moaning his name as a small orgasm crashes into me, making me dig my nails into his chest.
“Fucking hell,” Leroy says in awe.
I’m about to beg him to fuck me again because I need more or I think I might die—dramatic much—but in this moment it feels like the truth.
And then... my phone rings. It’s the alarm I set earlier.
My eyes snap open, and I reach for it on the counter next to us.
“Who is it?” Leroy asks.
“No one. It’s an alarm. Come on, we need to get going or we’re going to be late.”
“Late for what?” he asks as he pulls back.
We both look down and groan as we watch his cum and my slick drip from my used cunt. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I say.
“Seeing my cum dripping from this pussy drives me fucking mad,” he groans, rubbing his fingers through the mess we made before pushing it back inside me. I gasp, my fingers gripping the counter.
“Fuck,” Leroy groans, stroking his cock. “Looks like I don’t need that recovery time, after all. Get on your feet, Little Monster, and bend over that counter.”
“As much as I want to say yes—and really, it makes me want to cry that I can’t—we don’t have time,” I say, hopping off the counter and grabbing my panties and shorts off the floor.
“Wait, what?” Leroy asks in disbelief. “I thought you wanted more? My cock is hard and everything.”
Leaning over, I press a kiss to the tip of his leaking shaft. “If you're a good boy and have patience, I’ll reward you when we get home,” I whisper to his cock before looking up at Leroy with a smirk, throwing his own words back at him.
“You are such a fucking brat,” he grumbles.
“I know,” I say cheerfully. “Now, put that weapon of mass destruction away and let’s go before we’re late.”
He chuckles, shaking his head but puts his dick away.
“Wait, I need to clean you up.”
“No, you don’t.” I grin. “I wanna walk around with your cum soaking my panties, reminding me how you fucked my brains out and made me see stars.”
His eyes darken, and I know I’ve gotten to him again. Oh, I love this so damn much.
Grabbing his hand, I pull him out of the bathroom. “Wait, I need to wash my hands.”
Coming to a stop, I grab the hand with the fingers that were just inside me and suck them into my mouth, cleaning his cum and my slick off his fingers. “All clean.” I lick my lips.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he mutters, eyes heated.
“But what a way to go,” I sing before laughing as I continue to pull him through the club.
I have plans. Plans that I’m excited about.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” he asks me as I pull him down the street, following the GPS on my phone.
“Nope. It’s a surprise.”
“A good surprise or... ‘surprise, there’s a dead body in the basement’ kind of surprise,” he asks jokingly.
“Okay, but a dead body in the basement would be a good surprise for me,” I tell him.
“You're right, my bad. I should have known.” He chuckles.
We make it a few blocks down from the club before I pull him to a stop. “We’re here.” I look up at him with a grin, bouncing on the heels of my feet.
He looks around and frowns. “A tattoo parlor?”
“Yup.” I nod eagerly.
“Ahh...” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m really picky about my tattoos.”
“Trust me, you're going to want this one,” I tell him before taking off into the shop.
I head over to the counter and let them know my name. They give us forms to fill out, and I look at them like they’re in a foreign language. “Here, you do these.”
Leroy takes the papers from me with a skeptical look, but goes over to the chair to sit down and fill them out.
I’m like the damn Energizer Bunny, unable to sit still as I look around the shop at all the cool artwork and tattoo designs on the wall.
As pretty as they are, I’m not a tattoo girl. Love my men with tons of them, but on me, not so much.
“Done,” he says, handing me the clipboard. “I don’t know about this, Savannah.”
“Do you trust me?” I ask him, knowing what we’re about to do is a big deal. At least it is for me, I hope it is for him too.
He licks his lips and nods. “Yes.” That one word settles me far more than it should.
They call Leroy’s name, and I’m grinning once again. “Go!” I point towards the tattoo artist who’s waiting for us.
“This is ridiculous,” he mutters as he sits down in the chair. “I don’t even have a design picked out. And I am not getting a random one,” he states sternly.
“Yes, Daddy.” I roll my eyes. “Don’t worry, this one isn't random. I promise.”
“I still don’t know what it is. I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He scrubs his face with his hand. “Can’t I look at some designs, or maybe–”
Needing him to shut up so we can get my plan started, I grab his hair and yank his head back, exposing the column of his throat. Then I lean down and sink my teeth into his neck.
It’s not enough to break skin, but enough to leave very clear indentations of my teeth.
Leroy groans and my pussy flutters.
Down bitch, you can wait.
Letting go, I pull back and look at the artist. “That. I want you to tattoo that onto his neck.”
“Wait, what?” Leroy whispers, his eyes opening to look up at me with emotion swimming in them. “You want your teeth marks on me?”
My smile softens, and I take this big man's face into my hands. “Of course, I do. I love you, Leroy. You're my pack, my Beta. Mine. I want the world to know it, for you to know it. I might not be able to bite you and have it be permanent. But this?” I ask, rubbing my finger against the bite mark, making him shudder. “I can make this permanent.”
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me forward to rest his forehead against mine. “I love you, Savvy. Thank you for coming into my life and showing me I don’t have to be alone anymore.” His voice is thick. “It’s an honor to wear your mark. I want you to know, you're loved, you’re safe, you're wanted. Always and forever, my Little Monster.”
We kiss, and my head spins, my body hums, and tears fill the back of my eyes.
Damn it. Nope. You will not burst into tears with this big, scary, tattooed gorilla of a man next to you. Hold it together, woman!
Stepping back, I watch as my Beta gets my mark tattooed onto his neck.
Somehow, this feels more intimate than the others.
The universe chose my Alphas for me, but I chose my Beta. And he chose me.
No hormonal shift, no blind want and lust from a scent match bond forcing us together. Just two people who feel for one another and decided to choose each other every day for the rest of their lives.
I’ve had a lot of choices taken from me, but this one I’m proud to say is all mine.
Leroy takes the tattoo like a champ, and it doesn’t take long before the artist is wiping down his fresh ink.
“How does it look?” Leroy asks, a smirk playing on his handsome face.
“Like you’re mine,” I murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to the new ink. He moans and shivers at the touch. I get a dirty look from the tattoo artist before he’s cleaning it again.
I just shrug and grin.
Leroy stands up and walks over to the mirror to get a look. I watch as a smile stretches across his face, and my heart clenches. “I love it.”
“Good.” I grin, taking a seat in the chair he was just sitting in. “I’m next.”
Leroy spins around to face me with wide eyes. “Really?”
“You didn’t think I’d let you be the only one to be claimed, did you?” I cock a brow. “Get over here, big boy, and bite me like you want to keep me forever.” Tilting my head to the side, I expose my neck to him.
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers, staring down at me with a mix of awe and disbelief.
“I can tell you that fuck yeah, you do,” I growl.
“My Little Monster,” he murmurs as he leans down, brushing his lips against my throat. My eyes flutter shut as arousal spikes through me. “I don’t think I'm ever going to let you go.”
“Good,” I pant out as his teeth meet my throat. “Because I was never planning on letting you.”
I moan as his teeth press into my flesh, and yes, I cum a little. No point in denying it, the whole room reeks of candy apples.
Thankfully, the artist is a Beta. I didn’t want another Alpha touching me, so I made sure to confirm the artist was a Beta when I booked the appointment.
Even still, I don’t like having another person's hands on me that's not my pack’s.
“Hey.” Leroy grabs my hand as I clench my eyes shut, the pain of the tattoo not as bad as I expected, but the placement still hurts. “I got you. You're okay.”
I relax my body and focus on his voice.
I’m okay. I’m safe. No one’s going to hurt me.
I have my Beta. I’ll be okay.