Page 206 of Fallen Omega

“And if she isn’t?” I ask.

“I don’t care. She’s dead to me.” Liz rises. “If that’s all, I’ll pack and go to the Council. It’s time. Even if I killed Jake, they still want me and want to marry me to that…that alpha. And I need to know you three will be safe.”

“What if we said we know how to stop that happening?” Dante asks. “It goes back to an old fairytale that Reap told me about. And it echoes what Ghost said.”

Liz goes still, but the air quivers, this time with something like hope. “Whatever it is,” she whispers, “I’m in. Do it.”

Chapter

Forty-One

Dante

For Angel, we make it a ritual. Slowly, we strip her down, touching her, kissing her. She’s satin soft, perfect, even with her war wounds.

Knight kisses her first, easy and romantic with an edge of gentle control. Next is Reaper.

He looks her in the eye, then kisses her in a carnal claiming, bringing it to the gentlest edge I’ve seen from him.

When it’s my tun, she shivers, nipples hard, her body pliant. And those bruises and collected marks? They make her perfect in a different way. They make her perfect for us. They make her fit.

None of us are pristine. Reaper and I never have been. Knight might have been in his younger years, but he’s one of us, and that paints us all.

And now Angel…

She killed. She fits into our world.

Do I wish she didn’t?

Fuck yes, but not because I don’t have…feelings. I just— “I wish we didn’t have to do this,” I admit.

“Fuck you, Dante.”

I ignore Knight.

And Angel lifts her face. “I can still go.”

“No.” I don’t want her gone. It’s not what I mean, but I can’t say the words I need to. “Just, the circumstances.”

I slip my hands under the heavy warm fall of her hair and kiss her, light because if I go deep, I might never be able to climb out. And I end it by biting on her lips, making her moan.

Then I step back and she’s once more in the circle of us.

“We need to bite you in the throes of passion, and you have to bite us—that’s vital. We also need to tell you our real names. You know mine.” Knight’s gaze darts to me as my chest tightens. “I read it.”

“We have to do it now, Angel,” Reaper says, using my name for her. “Time’s running out.”

“And this President,” Knight says, “you know she’s going to surprise us.”

“A-And Susan? And the other girls?” she asks.

“That operation will take time to close down,” I say. “That’s a different conversation. We need to do this now.”

“Ready?” Knight asks.

This should feel artificial, odd. We don’t have time to have sex because he’s right. The Councilwoman will arrive early. She thinks we have her prize—Liz—the thing that’ll get Candice Helmont, aka Candy, fucking mother of the year, running here, right into our grasp.

Only we’re turning the tables.

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