Page 52 of Fallen Omega

“Not a prisoner.”

“Unwanted guest,” I say, pushing the words out through gritted teeth. “How long?”

“Until I say so.”

Fury breaks free, burning like acid. I throw the water bottle at him, but he just looks irritated as he easily catches it. “Saves me the trip closer to you,” he mutters.

“You say that like you don’t want to come closer.”

“I don’t.”

“You’re a bastard.”

“And?” His gaze flickers over me. “You can like this arrangement or not. You’re here until I change it.”

“You don’t want to come closer,” I snap. “I don’t want youanywherenear me. Who the hell do you think you are to take me prisoner—sorry, make me your unwanted guest—until you say so? Just because I came into your shitty establishment? What gives you the right to act this way?”

The corners of his mouth turn upward in a cruel little smile, and it makes my insides swoop and lust burst forth. I’m sick in the head and I know it. The other one, Knight…he was nice to me.

This one?

I’m sick with lusting for him. It’s my heat. That’s all this is—the heat puts hormones into overdrive.

“I’m one of the fucking alphas of the Unholy Trinity. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Including kidnapping.”

“If I wanted to, yes. As it is, you’re a guest. Unwanted, but a guest. Consider it protection for what happened with that dick bag, Jake, on our premises.”

“Then just take it on the record,” I say, “that I don’t want to be here.”

“Great, because I don’t want you here either. I don’t need to babysit a fucking little drunk of an omega who’s recklessly trying to get herself a mate by hitting up bars. Or did you choose this one in the hope that you’d get one of us? Maybe this Jake actually helped you?”

“What?” I recoil from his words and grip the edge of the bed where I sit, every part of me hurting, vibrating with tension while he just stands there; relaxed, uncaring, hating me.

I didn’t do anything to him. At all.

“It happens, Lizette. Girls come in, Council plants or girls looking for what they think is going to be an exciting ride with one or all three of us. Those girls try to trap us. Fuck, omega men, too. Never works.”

“What? The boys aren’t pretty enough for you?”

He doesn’t do anything but shrug. “The boys are not any of our type. It’d probably be easier. But then again, we don’t want those fucking girls, either. None of us wants to change our way of life. We’re a trinity, not a nursery. We trade in illicit goods, underground bars and clubs. Not Council fucking life. And we’re not splitting up. Go be a drunk elsewhere next time.”

“I’m not a drunk. I barely drink.”

Dante just laughs. “The empty bottles in your apartment suggest otherwise.”

I stare at him.

“Yeah,” he says, “we searched it. Reaper did.”

My head’s starting to spin. It’s not that sense of betrayal. It’s him, my body, it’s the fact I want to launch myself at him, lick him all over, and offer myself to him like a willing sacrifice.

It’s almost enough of a shocking thought to drag me back from the edge, but it’s the heat, and the fact that this might be the first time I’m plunging in without drugs.

Bad enough I only had one O-blocker. The booze helped. And, like it or not, the drugged food did too. But all that’s faded.

And for the first time, I’m left with the real force of being in heat. My thighs are wet, and I’m hot, feverish, my clothes are both too much and not enough. I start to clench at the material of my skirt, hiking it up to mid-thigh.

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