Page 186 of Fallen Omega

“Watch me.”

“Not going to help things,” Reaper mutters.

I clutch at Dante. “Please don’t…”

“Listen to your Angel. Besides, our room is ready.” Reaper downs the drink he’s still holding.

I look at them. “Room?”

“We can’t come here without going to a private room,” Dante says. “Lead the way, Reap.”

It’s a room of brass and dark reds. Velvets and cushions and a vast bed. I look around, insanely curious. Plus, it gives my body a moment or two to cool down.

There’s a couch and a table and some kind of weird bench. And a wall that’s got chains, leather straps, and ropes.

I stop, swallowing, moving closer to touch as I take in another wall with shelves. In it are whips and small cages, and feathers. More ropes. There are masks and balls with straps, claw things with straps, and paddles and?—

“If I’d know you really wanted in on this shit, Angel, I’d have taken you to the house. Or one of my play rooms I keep.” Dante unbuttons his vest and strips his coat.

“W-What?” I look at Reaper, then at him.

Dante grins. “Those things you’re currently touching are dildos and vibrators. New, for the room, if you’re wondering. We pay premium. The rest of those are…well, you get the paddles and whips. That’s a cock cage, and that…it’s a spider gag, to keep your pretty mouth open while we fuck it. The one next to it, it’s a ball gag so we can stop you screaming if we decide to double team your ass or shove a giant dildo up you.”

I snatch my hand back.

Oh. God. I’m getting turned on.

He picks up something that looks like rubber pants in hot pink. “Piss pants? Your color, don’t you think, Angel?”

I almost scream and slam back into the toys, leaping away.

“You want the dildos, then?” He closes in. “Eager…”

“Leave her be, Dante,” Reaper says. “If you want to play with her, that’s not the way to do it. And this isn’t the time.”

“We’re using the room,” he says, turning from me, leaving me breathing hard and weak kneed. “We can’t go without using it, but just waiting it out won’t do the trick. There’s a look to just being fucked, and there are alphas out there who smell her. She has to be soaked in us.”

Reaper looks past Dante and comes up to me. He breathes me in and my heart goes haywire. “He’s right.”

He takes my shoulders and drops a kiss on my mouth. Then he lets me go and leads me to the bed, sitting me down. He stands as Dante strips down to his trousers.

My mouth goes dry. Last time I saw him shirtless, we were fucking and I registered the ink, but now…

I go to him, tracing the four horsemen tattoo that covers his broad shoulder and arm, spilling up from his back and onto his chest.

It’s intricate, as beautiful as the art on Reaper, but less violent and more exalted. He sits, motioning to Reaper. “Well?”

“I want to know why Ghost’s back,” Reaper says.

“We’ll ask when we find him.”

Reaper shoots him a hard look. “The trap to catch ghosts takes time.”

“Ghost.” Dante says. I just listen to them. “He’s not going to be here, is he?”

“I’m not sure why, but I know he’s been behind some ofthe threats and fires I’ve been putting out, and dealing with.” Reaper takes a breath. “I’m sure some of this has been done on behalf of the Council.”

Dante frowns. “Why? He’s got no love of the Council.”

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