Chapter 33
Savannah
I was done not seeing Walker for days on end. Those little bits and pieces of him aren't enough. I need my Alpha. I crave him, and I’m going fucking crazy without him.
None of the guys know this, but it physically hurts to be away from him for long periods of time.
I’m not sure if it’s normal. I know some Omegas can feel the distance and loss. That they feel this longing, a tug, towards their Alpha when they’re away.
But this is more. It’s an ache in my heart. Like something is missing.
Maybe it’s because I’m marked by everyone in the pack but him, or that I hardly get an hour with him before he’s out cold or sleeping.
We haven’t had that time to get to know one another and bond yet, like I have with the others.
And that’s changing. Now. Today. I’m not leaving this firehouse without his knot in my pussy and his teeth in my neck. I don’t care how or where, but it’s going to happen.
The little show he just gave me was pure porn. Does this man know how fucking sexy he is?
I lick my lips, my eyes trailing up his tanned, tattooed, bare chest. Water glistens as it rolls down his muscles, making my pussy clench.
This man is all fucking mine.
Shame he won’t give me a good pole dancing show.
“I thought you were going to give me a show?” Walker asks, crossing his arms over his massive chest, obstructing my view.
“I was looking at that,” I grumble.
“I know.” He winks. “Getting a little distracted, are we?”
I blow out a breath. “I’m sorry my pussy is doing all the thinking.”
He groans and takes a step forward, this primal look in his eyes. But I hold my hand out, stopping him.
“Savannah,” he growls.
A slow grin takes over my face. “I’m not done yet. I said I was going to give you a show, and I’m going to.”
“Do you even know how to use that?” he asks, nodding to the pole.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I raise a brow.
“Been to many strip clubs, have you?” he asks, and fuck, I see a bit of jealousy in his eyes.
“Maybe I have,” I say, wrapping my hand around the pole as I start to walk around it. “Cherry from Dirty Slick down on 90th Ave is really good.”
“Savannah,” he growls again.
His tone makes me shiver, but it also makes me want to be a brat. “She has these perfect tits. And when she turns upside down.” I grab onto the pole with my other hand and quickly move my body into position, flipping myself upside down and wrapping my legs around the pole. “They fall right into her face.” Mine don’t. But they’re pretty close.
“Fuck me,” Walker groans. My dress has fallen down around my waist, exposing my panties. Panties that are very much soaked right now.
“What's wrong, Big Guy?” I ask, flipping back onto my feet before giving myself a spin on the pole. “See something you like?”
I’m not the best pole dancer, but I have tried it a few times. It’s fun. And the strippers down at Dirty Slick are a lot of fun to work with.
I went in there a few months ago to grab one of their regulars for Duchess. Guess the fucker didn’t like the fact that you’re not allowed to touch the girls unless they say so. They didn’t. He didn’t listen. He got on Duchess’ radar. It wasn’t a pretty ending for him, but I sure enjoyed it.
I can feel Walker’s eyes on me, his gaze like a caress over my heated skin.
Spinning around, I come to a stop before him, dropping down and sticking my ass out.
“That's it,” he growls, and I’m pulled to my feet, spun around, and pushed up against the firetruck.
My eyes widen as a wave of heat consumes my body. My perfume blossoms between us, making his chest rumble with a low growl.
Licking my lips, I look up at him as my thighs clench, a whimper slipping free as slick runs down my leg. His nostrils flare as he leans in and runs his nose up my neck, taking a deep breath.
The groan that leaves his throat has my eyes nearly rolling back. “You smell so fucking good, Little Killer. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fucking devour you?” He nips at my throat, and I’m fucking putty in his hands.
“Do it,” I beg him, but I don’t know what I’m begging for. To devour me, to bite me, both?
“Every day I have to see your sexy little body and know I don’t have time to take you like I want to. Every single fucking day I’m at work, and all I can think about is when I get to come back home to you. I’m obsessed with you, Savannah. Every part of me craves you. I feel like I’m dying without you.”
“Then take me.” I wrap my arms around his neck, grabbing at the back of his hair. “Please.”
He groans, his lips trailing kisses up my throat. I moan, eyes fluttering shut as I let every touch of his lips fill me with a warm, tingling sensation.
“Then you come here, wearing that pretty little dress, and tease me as you eye fuck me from afar. Did you like the little show I put on for you?” he asks, rolling his hips. I moan when I feel his thick cock press against my stomach. “Because I sure as fuck liked the one you gave me.”
“Yes.”
I’m panting now, a horny little mess with only him, his cock, and his knot on my mind. “Alpha, please.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “I love it when you call me that.”
He pulls back, and my eyes flutter open. “Alpha,” I whimper. “I’m yours. Please take me. I don’t wanna wait anymore. I miss you. I need you.” I hate how vulnerable I sound, but it’s the truth. His work has taken him away from me for far too long. I understand this is his job and he loves it, but I need him too.
“I miss you, too, baby.” He grabs my thighs and hoists me up so that my legs wrap around his waist. “I’m sorry work has been so crazy. I don’t wanna be away from you this much. I have some good news, though. I’m getting the next five days off.”
I can’t help the grin that takes over my face. “Really?”
He smirks as he nods. “You know what that means?”
I bite my lip. “That you can make me yours in every way and spend the next few days making me cum around your knot until we both forget our names?”
“Yes,” he growls, grinding his cock against my aching clit. I moan, eyes rolling back as my nails dig into the back of his neck. “Only a few more hours and we’ll be together. I won’t let you go. Not for a second. I’ll carry you everywhere if I have to.”
“No.” I shake my head. “No, not a few hours. I can’t wait. Please, Walker, don’t leave me like this. I need you. I’m so wet and needy for you, please.”
“Fuck,” he growls, pinning me against the truck with his hips. “How do I say no to you?”
“Easy,” I pant out, grinding back against him. “You don’t.”
His hands glide up and down my body, stopping at my hips where he gets a firm grip before looking around, then brings his eyes back to mine. “Here?”
“Here.” I nod. “Fuck me against this truck, Walker. And every time you see it, you’ll be reminded of what we did, of you sinking your teeth into me, marking me as yours.”
I can see it in his eyes, the moment his control snaps.
His lips crash down on mine. We kiss like two starved lovers, demanding each other’s air to breathe.
It’s all teeth and touches, growls and whines as he makes quick work of his pants. He pulls his cock free, moves my panties to the side, and thrusts in.
Tossing my head back, I let out a scream as his thick cock stretches me. But it comes out as a muffled sound because his hand slaps down over my mouth.
“Shhh,” he growls as he starts to thrust up into me. “Be a good girl and keep quiet. I don’t want anyone to find us.”
I don’t even care if anyone walked in on us, nothing would be able to pull me away from my Alpha right now.
“Look at you.” His voice is a low grumble. “Look at you, so needy for your Alpha. You’re fucking dripping for me, Omega. I can feel your slick running down my cock and over my balls, getting my knot nice and wet so it can slide into that hot, little cunt of yours.”
This man. His words. Fuck me.
The hand that covers my mouth moves down to my neck. He hesitates, like he might be pushing me too far, and that's when I tilt my head back, letting him have the room he needs to wrap his hand around my throat.
He groans as he gives me one hell of a hand necklace. It makes me shiver as he adds a little bit of pressure.
This is a big step for me. Something we’re both very aware of. He has all the control. And while that has me on edge, I also know he would never abuse it.
But there’s this little voice in the back of my mind that wonders what if he does . What if I’m wrong? I don’t want to have a single doubt about any of my men, but can you blame me? My experience with men hasn’t exactly been the best.
“I’m not going to hurt you, baby.” He slows his thrusts. “I’d rather put a bullet between my eyes than ever cause you pain.”
The sincerity in his voice and the promise in his eyes have any hint of a doubt vanishing.
“Good,” I moan, clenching around him. “Because if you don’t put the bullet in your head, I will.”
He growls, grabbing the hands that are around his neck and pinning them above my head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He starts to fuck into me with long, deep thrusts, his eyes locked on mine as he drives my body crazy.
The pressure in my belly grows with every work of his cock as it brushes against my sweet spot. The bump of his knot teases my opening, and I try to push down to force it inside me but he fucking chuckles, pinning me in place.
“Naughty little Omega,” he chuckles. “You don’t get my knot until I give it to you. Be a good girl and take my cock for now. And if you listen, I’ll give you what you want.”
Part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, to give me what I want now. But another part of me loves this.
He’s in control. And I’m giving him that control. He knows what I want and need, and I’m trusting him to be able to do that for me.
It’s freeing to give up control and know that it’s not going to put me in a vulnerable situation where I end up hurt.
Because this man won’t hurt me, I truly believe that. And that alone has tears in my eyes.
We fuck like this for what feels like a lifetime. His eyes on mine, our mingled breaths filling the space between us. He’s so close, but he doesn’t kiss me.
This connection is almost too much. The feelings rushing through me are overwhelming.
“You're so perfect, Savannah,” he murmurs, his warm breath fanning against my lips. “The way your body quivers for me, how your pussy takes my cock so well. You're gorgeous. Swollen lips from my kisses and pink, flushed cheeks as I fuck you. I want to remember this moment and play it again and again in my mind every waking moment. Hell, even when I'm sleeping.”
“Alpha,” I whimper, needing to cum, needing his knot inside me. I feel like I’ll die if I’m not filled.
“You want my knot?” he asks, thrusting up into me hard. “You want me locked inside you, filling you with my cum.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Then take it, Little Killer,” he grunts, thrusting up into me again and again, his knot slipping in a little more each time. “Take my knot. But only if you take my fucking bite too.”
It happens so fast, I hardly get a chance to catch my breath before his mouth is on my throat, his teeth sinking into my neck as he thrusts into me, forcing his knot into me.
It pops in place, and I shatter apart.
My eyes widen as my lips part, but no sound comes out as I silently scream, gasping for air as my orgasm hits me like a fucking tsunami. My pussy clamps down around his knot, keeping him exactly where he belongs.
Walker growls against my throat as I shake in his hold, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with thick ropes of his cum.
Something snaps into place, and I’m flooded with a million different new emotions.
After our climax starts to subside, he lets me go and kisses my neck, making me moan.
We’re both panting heavily, covered in sweat, and I feel boneless.
My neck tingles where my new mark is, making me smile so damn big.
I can feel his love for me, but there’s more. He feels safe. I make him feel safe.
Fuck. That means so much more to me than I thought it could.
They’re my safe space in a world where I never thought that could be possible. Of course, I want to be theirs.
I'm happy, knot drunk, and feel like the last piece of my heart has found its rightful place, making me whole. All of them are mine. I wear their marks and soon all of them will wear mine.
We’re a pack. Forever. They are my forever.
Is this really happening right now? How did a little broken Omega get her fairytale ending?
Okay, maybe I'm a little ahead of myself. I still have a lot to accomplish before I can just sit back and enjoy my life. But this is a pretty good start.
“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before trailing kisses down my jaw and neck, stopping at my new mark. He licks it, and my pussy clenches around him. “Fuck,” he lets out a long groan as I feel his cock twitch, filling me with a few more spurts of cum. “Didn’t think I had any left in me,” he grunts.
A girlish giggle falls from my lips. I don’t know what it is about this man that makes me feel this way. “I love you, too.” I smile up at him, playing with the back of his hair.
“You're mine,” he states.
“I’m yours, Walker. I’ll always be yours. You own me.”
His eyes flash. “No one owns you, Savannah.”
“Not in that way. Not as property. But you do own me. My heart, my soul. My body is yours and this pack’s. As yours are mine.”
“Savannah...” His voice is rough and growly.
“I want to be owned by you, Walker.” I lick my lips. “It’s my choice, okay? I haven’t had many in my life, but this? This one is mine. My life to do with as I please, my body to give to who I want. I trust this pack. I trust you will never take more than I’m willing to give you. That's why I'm freely giving myself over to you.”
“Fuck,” he growls before his lips crash into mine. I whimper, clinging onto him as he starts to rut into me. Because his knot is locked in place, his thrusts are quick and shallow, but they’re just as intense. Pleasure spikes through my body, and I’m cuming again. He swallows my cries of pleasure with his lips as he growls his own release while filling me again.
This time, I take the chance to make him mine. To show him how serious I am and give myself over to him as well.
Grabbing the back of his head by his hair, I pull his neck to the side and sink my teeth into his flesh.
He moans, his body melting into mine as that bond we felt snap into place only a moment before becomes more vibrant.
Pulling back, I press a kiss to his new mark.
“I love you, Walker,” I moan, and he buries his face into my neck.
“I love you so fucking much,” he pants. “Mine. My Omega. My Little Killer. I’m gonna cherish you, Savannah. I promise. I won’t give you a reason to regret this.”
“I know.” I smile, eyes still closed, as I pet the back of his head.
Nothing can beat moments like this, in the arms of the men who love me. Want me. Need me.
I need this kind of touch like I need the air I breathe. It reminds me that I'm not there in that hell. That I’m not locked away from the world, wondering if I’m going to die in that tiny little cell.
They ground me, bring me back to the reality that this is my new life. I’m free. I’m safe. I’m loved.
A loud blaring alarm scares the ever-living shit out of me.
“Fuck!” Walker roars.
“What? What's going on?” I ask, looking up at him, meeting his matching panicked eyes.
“Shit, shit, shit. Not now!” he growls.
And before I get to ask another question, people are coming down the same pole I gave Walker a little show on.
Walker wraps his arms around me, pulling me away from the truck and the rush of people.
“Fucking hell, Holloway,” someone snarls. “Get your fucking dick out of your Omega and get dressed! If someone dies because you're getting your dick wet, you're fired.”
“Shit,” Walker groans.
“If he fires you, I’ll kill him,” I growl.
“No. No killing my boss.” He chuckles. “But I really do need to go. Shit, my knot.”
“Just pull out,” I tell him.
His eyes widen. “And hurt you? Fuck no,” he scoffs.
Rolling my eyes, I wiggle in his hold and grimace as I pull. His knot pops free, and we both hiss in pain. Thankfully, he was already starting to deflate. “See, I’m fine.”
“Never do that again,” he growls, gripping my chin. “Next time my knot is inside you, it fucking stays there, do you understand?”
Going all Alpha on me isn't bad when it’s him doing it.
“Yes, Alpha,” I purr.
“Good girl.” He leans in and kisses me. “I love you.”
After putting his dick away, he rushes over to finish getting dressed. “I’ll see you after work!” he shouts, a massive grin on his face as the truck pulls away. He hangs off the open door, waving at me with this massive grin on his face.
I laugh, soul-consuming warmth filling me as I wave back.
“Get in here, Holloway!” someone shouts, and he’s yanked inside.
Standing there laughing, I watch as they drive off.
Once they're gone, I have this pep in my step. Life is good. So fucking good.
With a smile on my face, I grab my things and start walking home with his cum and my slick dripping down my thighs.
Today is a good day.