Page 218 of Fallen Omega

I think about it. If he truly doesn’t know…

The anger drains, and I lift my chin, a heaviness in my chest. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? We’re not playing sex games so?—”

“I don’t hate you; I just no longer want you. Not…not like this. We made that pact, and I’ll live at the bar, down in my room. I’ll sleep with the others. I’d love to say I won’t with you, but I’ll probably give in.” I wrap my arms around my middle. “But wanting you? No, I don’t want you like that. Not in a happily ever after ending kind of way.”

He glares, then stabs the button on the elevator. Neither of us says a thing.

The ride up is only a few minutes. It feels like a few hours.

The elevator pings, and when the doors slide open, we’re greeted by both Knight and Reaper exchanging money.

Did… Did they bet on me coming back?

Assholes.

Dante picks me up, marches me into the living room, and dumps me on the sofa.

“Let’s get a few things straight,” he says. “I do the denial, not you.”

“That wasn’t denial. I’m not playing your game. I tried and you didn’t step up.” I lick my lips. “I gave all of you my heart, equally, but you just trod on it, Dante. And maybe you think all this…”

I look around, put my hand to my throat where their bites have sunk down into me.

“Maybe you think all this equates love. It doesn’t. It’s a poor substitute. I have Reaper and Knight and I’m keeping them. But without you, me here doesn’t work. And I think you like that. So you win, Dante. You win.”

He closes his eyes and rubs them, and I want to cry.

Dante nods, and then he sinks down to one knee.

Suddenly, I can’t breathe.

“I’ve been fighting how I feel for way too long, Angel. And denial in sex is good, but like this…it doesn’t work. But you’re wrong. This isn’t a substitute I hoped—Fuck. I hoped you’d see it. How I feel.”

“You have to tell me.”

We stare at each other.

“I doesn’t work if you don’t tell me,” I whisper. I…I need to hear it. From you.”

“Lizette… Angel…” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me so sweet and gentle, I give a sob. “Don’t cry, don’t cry. I know I’m a fucking asshole. I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry you felt the need to walk. I’m a coward with you because you undo me. I’m weak around you. Because I can’t lock you up. I can’t stop life from happening. All I can do is worry. You make me feel things I’ve never felt. Good and bad. I could fly with you. I could withstand the worst torture. What I couldn’t stand is losing you. And that scares me. I love you, Angel. With all I am. I don’t pretend to know much, but I know the three of us love you like we’ve never loved. You make us stronger. Yousavedus, Angel. I love you.”

And then he kisses me.

Knight takes my hand and leads me away once Dante breaks the kiss. “We’ll show you. I told you he loved you, by the way. You’re ours, and you belong here with us.”

They take me upstairs to a room on my floor. It’s beautiful, delicate whites and mauves that turn buttery with the late afternoon sun. The bed is some huge custom job and there's a door that’s open, leading to stairs.

“Our room, Liz. All of ours. For when we all want to fuck,” Knight says. “You get to control it. You can sleep alone in your room, or with one of us, or here, with one, two or three of us. Up to you.”

“I’ll hunt you down inside and outdoors, but in here…” The soft, sinuous words from Reaper wrap around me and his meaning touches my heart.

“Earlier,” Knight says, “was an appetizer. Let’s have the real meal now. The feast. All of us.”

They both start to strip me.

I look at Dante, the familiar heat rising in me, my body throbbing and growing wet for them. He sits, watching as the other two strip me down and Knight goes down on me, and Reaper feeds me his tattooed cock once more. I’m in heaven.

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