Page 213 of Fallen Omega

“But?” he asks, taking the wine and setting it down.

“I don’t belong,” I say.

The words bubble up from nowhere, from the depths of me.

On the floor near the elevator doors in in the antiquewhite open foyer that takes up half the level, are my bags. Ratty and pitifully small.

I look like I’m on the way out.

“No.” Knight looks at me as Reaper comes in. “No, we love you, we want you to stay.”

“All except Dante.”

“He loves you too, he’s just the problem child,” Knight says.

Dante and Reaper don’t say a word.

Words and emotions press at me, threaten to drown me in a deluge I can’t escape. It’s only when Knight takes my face and kisses me that things settle.

Maybe this can work here with them, I don’t need Dante.

So I try.

Lifting my face, I kiss Knight’s soft lips, then all along his jaw where he needs a shave. It’s all soft and I wonder what a beard would be like on him, but then I reconsider. Scruff yes, but he’s the kind of Daddy who needs a smoother face, he’s a Daddy with a hard shell filled with caramel and I want to sink to my knees and take him in my mouth.

“Do Daddy a favor,” he says, “pay Mr. Reaper attention while I fuck your pretty pussy.” Before I can move, he puts his mouth to my ear. “Give the fucker a show. He loves you, he just needs sensitivity training. Do it.” He says this louder. “For Daddy.”

Knight goes back to those soft, seductive little kisses, moving me backwards until hands take hold of my hips.

Reaper.

He’s standing and his gaze flickers once to where Dante must be, and then his attention goes to me. For a moment there’s a warming flash of bemusement, but it sinks into the Reaper mask, and there’s love there, I see it, feel it.

Reaper grips my hair as Daddy Knight flips my skirt.

His fingers are magic on my hot pussy, he slides them over my panties, bringing me to a throbbing, needing ache, thekind that promises untold pleasures if he just tugs them out of the way, if he goes the distance.

“Suck.”

Reaper’s thick cock is out, and I don’t think, I open my mouth, stretching to take him and I suck him right in, just as Knight pulls my panties to the side and sinks into my pussy.

An orgasm hits me.

“Fuuuck,” Knight says. He strokes into me, deep, fingers digging into my hips. “When you come like that it’s fucking amazing.”

Reaper doesn’t say a word, but he has me trapped in the vortex of his eyes, the depths, where so many things are speaking to me, showing secret places within. And I know what he wants, how he wants it. Not through that connection but how he guides me.

They’re rougher hands than Knight’s, and I like that command, the elemental level of it. And I take him in as far as I can.

I’m losing myself in their ministrations, in the way every part of me is engaged. I’m a vessel for giving and receiving pleasure and it’s almost perfect. Almost.

When they come, deep down my throat and in my pussy, I fly.

This is what life here with them will be.

I clean Reaper’s cock, and then move, on my hands and knees, to Knight, and clean his cock, sucking and licking our juices from it.

Not because they expect it. But because I want to.

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