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I constantly have dreams about not hiding my scent and letting them all run a train on me over a picnic table. But that’s a complete fantasy.
“You should be my girl. I want you on the back of my bike, in my bed. I know you have needs, and I can’t keep you all to myself, but you should be mine. You and I both know it,”
“You have no fuckin’ idea about all the messy, nasty things I want to do to you, darlin’. But I know as soon as I have you like that, I’ll be obsessed. Unless you want me to kidnap you right now and we run off together, you need to go to bed.”
I’ve just got to find a way to keep her, make her mine forever. Because the thought of her leaving and joining another pack makes me murderous. And I’m not above killing someone to keep her. All I want is for her to be mine, to make her feel good, to give her the world. I thought nothing could be more important to me than the club, but I think Lily could easily become the one thing that tops it; she’ll be my entire world.
Omegas shouldn’t have to worry about shit like taxes.
“There’s no how we’re goin’ to make this shit happen; if I touch you, it’s happenin’. You’re mine, and there’s no goin’ back. If I have to kidnap your ass, kill somebody, take down the club, I’ll do it.”
“I mean, if you’re going to disobey the Prez you might as well go balls to the fucking wall and fuck his son too,”
“Should we get bumpers?” she asks while holding the ball against her chest. “Darlin’ there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you, but I’m not bowlin’ with bumpers,”
