Page 105 of Fallen Omega

Oh, god.

Knight catches my eye as misery threatens to swallow me whole, and he winks, setting off a thrill in me.

“You don’t want us thinking about getting our girl’s rocks off?” Knight asks. “I don’t think I have any.” He turns to Reaper. “Do you have any?”

Reaper just gives him a mild look, then glances to the devil in black. “Dante?”

Dante pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just sit. Both of you. All of you, and stop fucking around, Knight.”

“Am I in trouble?” I ask again, as I push my hands under my thighs.

I’m still in the dress I changed into, and honestly, even though it’s big and shapeless in a comfy way, it’s still showing thigh, and I can feel the slide of Knight’s fingers as they ride up my inner thighs to my pussy.

Dante just raises a brow, like he knows where my thoughts went. Dammit. I need to stop that.

“Am I?” I ask again. Then something horrible comes to me. “Are you making me leave?”

“No. To your last question, Angel.”

A shiver passes through me.

Dante finally settles his gaze on me, and it burns deep into my soul. He’s definitely the devil, because the sheer brimstone and sexual fire in that look sears my flesh. Brands me.

Oh lord. What if he does make good on those nasty, hot words to me in this room that time? What?—

His gaze drops to my mouth.

He knows I’m thinking of his rules, his threat. Or was it seriously a promise?

I know he’s thinking of it, too. It glitters, like burning stars.

“The first?” I ask.

“Now that,” he says, “is a different conversation.”

Reaper’s gaze touches me, and I swear it softens a little before he looks at Dante once more.

And Knight…he winks again, this time with a proprietary smile. I try to breathe, but it’s hard.

Everything in me is hot, alive, my blood hitting my pulse points hard. And there’s one more thing.

Something I can’t ignore.

It could be psychosomatic. It could be just because of me and Knight, and my body still tripping on endorphins. It could be the closed space of the office.

Or it just might be them.

Or me.

The mark on my throat throbs. It’s working overtime and sending out tendrils of need and want and wicked desire. And I think it’s doing that because the three of them are in here with me.

I’m not up with any of the pack knowledge beyond the fact I’m an omega and go into heat. Just the bare bones. I’mcoveted because of what I am. Dad told me I needed to keep away from regular jobs. And to bond with someone for love. Down the line. My choice.

This…This throb isn’t something he told me about. I guess I don’t blame him because who wants to talk about the ins and outs of sex with their daughter?

But he never mentioned it, and now…now it’s like this throb has a direct line to my clit.

All three of them are causing this overtime beat in me.

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