Page 223 of Fallen Omega

“Daddy,” I whisper when we come up for air.

“Hold on, baby girl,” he says, gripping my hips as I start to come yet again. It’s a slower orgasm that takes its time spreading out, undulating, and as I shudder, rocking on him, rubbing my clit to get maximum relief, maximum pleasure, he groans.

“You’ve set us all in rut, Angel,” Dante says. “So hang on tight.”

I do.

“He’s fucking right, Angel.”

Knight changes from his softer ways to dark and hard and he knots, too. I scream out, arching my back as he flips us so he can hammer in, and I’m in a constant state of pleasure.

He swells, his big cock swollen, the knot stretching me to the limits, giving me something to get off on yet again.

I’m getting lost in sensation, and I don’t even know how long it takes. He comes, and I shudder as he does so, needing more.

It’s when he slows, fucking the knot in me leisurely that I’m aware someone’s stroking my hair.

Reaper.

I smile at him, and then close my eyes, lifting my hips to Knight, and we slowly fuck, everything right inside again, until his knot goes down and he pulls out.

When I manage to focus, I open my eyes and look up, the soothing fingers still there. His wordlessness is something I need, and I don’t know why.

I’m never at a loss around him, and he soothes her.

Even as the need starts up again.

But there’s one thing I notice.

Reaper has the same fever expression in his dark eyes as Dante, as Knight, and it floors me.

Because it’s for me.

I’ve made them all strong and vulnerable at the same time. The fever, the fierceness. The protectiveness is for me and I try to get up but I can’t.

“Now,” I say to him.

His offers me his private smile as the other two sit back on the bed and I can smell the sharpness of alcohol, sweet, too.

“Now.” Reaper doesn’t question, he just offers me thatsyllable, and strips, clothes hitting the floor as I take in his inked skin.

My feverish need rises once more and he’s there before I even reach for him, between my thighs, pushing up into me, splitting me for his pleasure. And mine.

Oh, God. I can see why some people want their heat natural. There’s nothing like a cock inside to make pleasure burst like flame everywhere. There’s nothing better than your mate or mates holding you.

This is pleasure on a different scale. It’s out past the stratosphere.

He fucks me hard, rough, fingers rounding under me, pushing into my ass as he ruts up into me.

And I’m flying. I’m all elemental bliss and thrills as my orgasm pulsates out. Yet another one, this one rough, biting, and what I need.

It’s hard and fast this fuck, this rut. My heat and his rut are a collision of sensations and he orgasms hard, knotting into me and using it to fuck me even harder as his finger thrusts into my ass, bringing a special extra to the violent pulse of my orgasm.

He fucks me hard through his knot until it’s down, and when he pulls out, Dante slides over, giving me a drink. “It’ll help, Angel.”

I grasp the cup and swallow the burning liquid down, aware of the moisture beneath me, seeping from me and right now I’m satiated, but I can feel the edges stir.

Reaper lifts me into his arms as Knight lays down more blankets and when Reaper puts me back down on the bed, the three of them tuck me up, wrap around me.

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