Chapter 38
Savannah
I know I shouldn’t be snooping. But this is an emergency, okay? I need to restock my nest. All the things I’ve taken from them have started to lose their smells. And if I don’t have their scents, I’m going to go fucking crazy.
Rubbing up on them so they can scent mark me only leads to sex. And as much as I love sex with them, I can’t be on their dicks twenty-four-seven.
Or can I?
I could demand the clothes they’re wearing right off their bodies, but then it would look like they’re giving me a strip tease, my pussy would betray me and we would be back to being locked together. It just won't work.
I’ve resorted to sneaking into their rooms and stealing their stuff.
So far today, I’ve stolen Caleb's blanket, Jake’s pillow, and Lerory’s boxers. Were they used? Yes, don’t judge me. My men smell fucking fantastic.
Now, I just need something of Walker’s.
Soon, getting things from their rooms won't work. They hardly ever spend time there. I could take things from our bed, but then I’d have nothing for the bed.
“Damn it,” I mutter as I tip his hamper upside down. Nothing. Everything is washed and put away.
His bed is made, and the blankets smell clean. There’s hardly anything in here that gives away that the room belongs to him.
“Fuck,” I grumble, moving over to the dressers. If I can’t have clothes or blankets that smell like him, maybe there's something else.
Like a pair of sunglasses or something.
Searching through his drawers, I find nothing but clothes. But when I get to the bottom right one, I see that there’s something else in here. A long black box catches my eye, and I grin.
“What are you?” I murmur as I grab the box.
“Savannah!” Leroy shouts. My spine stiffens. “Where are all my damn underwear!”
Busted.
With the box in my hand, I abandon my mission and rush out of the room. Heading straight up to my nest, I don’t stop until I’m sitting cross-legged on the pile of blankets.
Anticipation burns through me as I wiggle in my spot, the box in my hand.
Relax, Savannah. You don’t even know what's inside it. You're getting excited for nothing.
“Fuck it.” Opening the box, I tilt my head to the side. “Huh.”
In the box is what looks to be a necklace. No, a choker? It’s a thin leather strap with a silver ring in the middle of it.
Running my fingers over it, I smile. It’s pretty and simple.
Grabbing my phone, I type up the description of the choker. It only takes me a few seconds to realize what it is.
It’s a collar.
He actually got me a collar.
A grin takes over my face as I look at the collar, then back at my phone. Burrowing into my nest, I get lost down the rabbit hole of BDSM and collars.
By the time I’m done, I know BDSM isn’t the life for me. I like some of the aspects, but overall it’s not for me. It would be fun to incorporate some things into our lives, though.
For starters, this collar.
Why does he have it, but hasn’t given it to me yet?
Did he change his mind and no longer want to?
Did he think I wasn’t serious when I told him I’d wear one for him?
I mean, I was kind of joking, but the idea did excite me.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I stare at the collar. I want this. I want to wear it. I want to remind him that not only does he own me, but I’m willingly giving myself to him.
I know having him putting this on me might be better, but I want to show him that it’s okay. That I want this.
Moving my hair to the side, I take the collar and carefully put it on.
A gleeful feeling fills me as I run my hand over the leather before grabbing onto the ring. Pulling it forward with my finger, I grin. Oooh, I want Walker to do that to me.
Scrambling out of my nest, I rush over to the mirror in my room.
It looks perfect, like a dainty little choker. To anyone else, it looks like a necklace, but to me, it means so much more.
Grabbing my phone, I text Walker to tell him to meet me in the room in the basement then toss it on the bed. Quickly, I smear on a little bit of lipstick and throw on some mascara before I’m out of the bedroom door.
I’m about to give myself over to my Alpha in a whole new way. I’m excited. It feels freeing to have this kind of control over my body; it’s everything.
I manage to beat Walker to the room, and my eyes widen when I take it in. It’s nothing like the sex rooms I’ve seen on the internet, but it’s not a regular room either, that's for sure.
A massive bed sits in the middle, but it’s the wall of sex toys that gets my attention.
Spotting a light, I flip it on and walk over to it and get a better look. So many dildos. Does Walker like it up the ass like Caleb?
No. I don't think he does.
Something tells me this is Caleb’s idea of being funny. He would get Walker a room full of dildos.
My heart races with every passing second that Walker isn’t here. I didn't even wait to see if he got my text. Maybe he’s not even home.
I’ll wait for a little while, and if he doesn’t come, then I’ll go looking for him.
Stripping out of my clothes, I get onto the big bed and lie in the middle, waiting for him.
I get lost in my thoughts as I wait until the door opens. “Savannah?”
His deep, husky voice sends shivers down my spine. My thighs rub together as slick gushes free.
“In here.” My voice is filled with need.
“What...” His words are caught off when he sees me. “Fucking hell,” he groans as he steps inside and shuts the door behind him.
I bite my lip as his eyes trail over my naked body. “Little Killer,” he groans, stepping closer. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you.” I part my thighs, giving him a full view of my slick soaked pussy. “I need you, Alpha.”
With a growl, he doesn’t argue and pulls his shirt off over his head. I whimper as I take in his toned muscles and tattoos.
Flashes of what we did in the firehouse flash in my mind, turning me on even more.
“I love it when you look at me like that,” he rasps when he stands at the foot of the bed naked, his hand grasping his thick cock. My mouth waters, I want a taste.
“Like what?” I get up on all fours as I slowly crawl towards him,
He swallows thickly. “Like I mean something to you,” he whispers.
“You mean everything to me, Alpha,” I murmur. “I wouldn’t have let you mark me, or marked you myself, if you didn’t.”
“I know. Sometimes, it’s just hard to believe you’re really mine.” He grunts, thrusting into his hand.
I smirk. “Get used to it, Walker. Because I am yours. In every way.”
His eyes trail over my face, down to my swaying breasts, and he works himself faster. When his eyes make their way back up, they stop on the collar around my neck.
His eyes widen and shoot up to mine. “Where did you get that?”
“I found it.” I sit back on my knees, chin lifted, hands on my thighs.
“I was going to give it to you,” he whispers.
“I know.” I smile. “But when?”
“I don’t know,” he admits. “I guess I didn’t know if that was something you actually wanted. I didn't want to put you in a position you weren’t comfortable with.”
“I want this.” I lift my hand to trail over the collar. “I put it on myself because this is my way of letting you know that I’m willingly giving myself over to you. This is a symbol of not only your trust, respect, and dedication, but mine to you, too. When I wear this, I want you to know that I trust you with my heart, soul, and body. That every day we spend together, I know in my heart that you're going to love me, to care for me, and never leave my side.”
“Savannah,” he rasps, his hand gripping the sheets at the end of the bed. His arms flex like he’s holding himself back.
“I give myself to you, Alpha Walker. I am your Omega.” I lower my head in submission, and he lets out a growl that makes me whimper, soaking my thighs.
“Crawl to me, Omega,” he commands, but it's soft.
Getting back to my hands and knees, I lift my gaze, loving the way he’s watching me as I crawl over to him.
I don’t stop until I’m at the edge of the bed, then I get back into the seated position I was in before.
“You're so fucking obedient, Savannah,” he mumbles under his breath, making my belly flutter. “Thank you, Omega. Thank you for trusting me like this. I promise I won’t let you down.”
Smiling, I press a kiss to the hand that cups my face before leaning into his touch.
I’ve never felt so free giving up this kind of control to this man. It’s something we both need, for different reasons, and I’m happy to give it to him.
His hand leaves my cheek, fingers trailing down to the collar. A finger slips into the ring, and he tugs me forward. “Mine,” he growls, bringing my face right to his.
“Yours,” I whimper, shifting as my body heats up with need. I want him, but I’m letting him set the pace. Maybe this is payback for what I did to Caleb?
Nah, that was fucking amazing. And he loved it, even if he bitched and complained.
But I do have a feeling edging isn’t going to be something I want done to me often. I’m open to trying it, though.
Walker’s lips meet mine in a dominating, possessive kiss. I melt into him, parting my lips and letting him devour my mouth.
Every stroke of his tongue against mine sets my nerves on fire.
He only breaks away when we need air. I’m panting, a needy mess for him already.
“What are you open to?” he asks me, running his nose up my jaw
I take a shuddering breath, trying to clear my mind enough to concentrate. “I don’t know.”
“We’ll start small, okay?”
“Okay.” I nod.
Stepping back, he holds out his hand and I take it. He helps me off the bed and nods his head towards the wall. “Grab what you want and bring it over to me.”
Excitement fills me, and I eagerly rush off to do as I’m told. Walker chuckles.
I already know what I want, so I grab them off the hook. Walker groans, “I was hoping you’d pick those.”
Large hands run down my shoulders. I take in a shuddering breath as my body lights up. He takes what I’ve picked and spins me around. “Let me put them on,” he murmurs, voice husky and deep.
My heart thunders in my chest as he takes the nipple clamps and places one on my left breast.
I moan at the pressure, eyes fluttering closed.
“Do you like that, Little One?”
“Yes,” I moan, nodding my head. He puts the other one on and I nearly cum.
“So fucking pretty,” he hums. Then I feel something tugging at my collar. “They clip onto the ring,” he informs me. “Making one hell of a necklace.”
He takes a step back and admires me, heat consuming his eyes. “Fuck.” Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he turns around and walks over to a bench on the other side of the room.
I watch as his firm ass flexes with every step and pout that I didn’t leave my mark there. Not too late.
Turning back around, I grab one more thing. A small vibrator.
As much as I want to explore this room and try all kinds of things with him, I want to take things slow. Find out what I like and what I don’t like.
When I turn around, Walker is sitting like a fucking king.
Leaning back against the wall, he sits with his massive thighs parted, his cock thick and heavy between his legs. But he’s not touching it, his hands resting on his knees.
My eyes don’t know where to look first, desperate to take in every inch of his body.
“Get on your knees, Omega,” his voice rasps, and my eyes snap up to his.
Oh, okay. We’re doing the crawling thing again? I can do that.
“Catch, big guy,” I say, tossing the vibrator across the room.
He catches it and shoots me a warning look.
I wouldn’t be me if I weren’t just the slightest bit of a brat, now would I?
Grinning, I get down on my hands and knees. “Like this, Alpha?”
He swallows hard and nods. “Good girl.”
Fuck, their praise does all sorts of shit to me.
As his eyes trail over me, I slowly crawl my way over to him, making sure to be as seductive as possible. I think I’m doing an okay job based on the way Walker’s chest is rising and falling, his hands grip his knees for dear life, and the way his cock is leaking pre-cum down his shaft.
I feel powerful, sexy, wanted, loved. All the good things wrapped into one. I could get used to this high.
When I reach him, I get back into position, sitting back and waiting for him to give me my next order.
“You’ve made a mess, Alpha,” I comment, eyes on his dripping cock.
“Then clean it up,” he growls softly.
“Gladly,” I sigh.
Leaning forward, I look up at him through my lashes as my tongue meets the base of his cock. He watches me with bated breath as I slowly lick up the length of his cock, moaning as his salty taste hits my tongue.
When I get to his tip, I wrap my lips around him before sucking him down as far as I can take him.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses, body jerking.
I smirk around his shaft as I pull off him with a pop. Licking my lips, I move down to his knot next, paying extra attention, making sure to get it nice and clean.
“Savannah, Little Killer, shit, if you don’t stop, I’m going to cum,” he grunts.
“Isn’t that the idea?” I cock a brow.
“I want to cum inside your cunt, not your mouth.”
My pussy clenches and a whimper leaves me. He smirks and pats his lap. “Up.”
“If you start talking to me like a dog, I will stab you.” I glare at him.
He smirks. “Come sit on my lap, Omega.”
“Better.”
Instead of just getting to my feet and climbing on, I shuffle closer and get to my knees, running my hands up his thighs slowly. I love the way they ripple under my touch.
He lets me touch him how I want as I make my way to my feet. My hands slide up his arms and around his neck.
He watches me as I straddle his lap, sitting my dripping pussy on top of his thick cock.
“You listen so well, Little One,” he growls.
“Thank you, Alpha,” I murmur, playing with the hair as the back of his neck, trying not to just grab his cock, sink myself onto him, and fuck him like my life depended on it.
“You’re dripping.” He grips my hips and pushes me down as he rolls his hips,
I moan, and a burst of perfume saturates the space around us, mixing with his Alpha pheromones that are coming off of him in waves.
I don’t know how neither of us aren’t losing it right now.
“I need you, Alpha,” I whimper when his cock grinds against my clit.
“Up.” He taps my hip, and I lift up. He grips his cock and angles the tip to my dripping hole. “Now, slowly sit on my cock like a good little Omega.”
Slow? Is he fucking kidding me.
I whimper as I start to lower myself onto him. Every inch feels amazing. Too good. I need more. The stretch is agonizingly satisfying. I want him inside me. I want his knot.
“Breathe, Omega,” he commands when he sees me all worked up. “Don’t worry. You can cum soon.”
“Want your knot,” I whimper when I feel it bump against my entrance.
“Not yet. I want you to ride me, Savannah. I want you to take me slow and deep. I want your slick dripping down my shaft, making a mess of my knot and balls,” he growls, gripping my hips as he helps lift me on and off him.
Every lift of my hips, my pussy clenches around him, knowing he’s leaving my body but when he shoves me back down, it releases its tight grip, wanting him to slide all the way home.
He feels so delicious, the stretch driving me fucking wild. But what I want is my pussy to stretch around his knot and lock him inside me where he fucking belongs.
My movements start to grow erratic, needy; I’m unable to hold back as my nails dig into his neck.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he grunts. “You love my cock, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan, trying to fuck him faster but he keeps his grip tight, controlling my movements.
My eyes widen and I let out a scream when I feel the vibration of the bullet against my clit.
“Oh fuck. Oh god,” I sob.
“That's it, Omega. Ride your Alpha’s cock. You're doing so good. So fucking good.”
Yeah, my brain... all thinking is out the window.
I have no idea what's coming out of my mouth, the sensation is too much. I’m begging for more, for less, for I don’t even know what.
I’m unable to help myself, and I start to ride him with quick, frantic thrusts, rocking my hips back and forth so fast, I feel like I'm going to pass out.
“Cum for me, Omega. Cum for your Alpha and I’ll give you my knot.”
He doesn't have to ask me twice. I cum with a scream, my eyes screwing shut as my body collapses against his, shuddering against him as my pussy clamps down around him.
He growls, wrapping his arm around me, and shoves me down onto his knot midorgasm.
It only intensifies the sensations, making me cry out again, clinging to him as I let the wave of pleasure consume me.
Walker growls as his cock pulses inside me, filling me with rope after rope of his hot cum.
We’re both a sweaty panting mess, and I can’t help but smile against his chest.
“That was fun.” I giggle. Yup, I’m knot drunk.
“We’re not even close to being done, Little Omega.” He kisses my shoulder.
“Good,” I sigh. “I want more.”
“You know, you seem like you would love to top from the bottom.” Walker chuckles.
“Does it surprise you?”
“Not at all.”
“Do you hate it?” I ask.
“I could never hate anything you do, Savannah. You're perfect just the way you are.”
“Scars and all?” I whisper.
“Especially those.”