Page 54 of Fallen Omega

“Please…”

His lips come closer still and every single part of me zeroes into him, into the kiss that’s going to happen.

“Please what?” His free hand comes up to take my throat, closing around it, and stopping me from moving forward, into the kiss he’s refusing me.

His hand vibrates, both hands do, with the effort of holding himself back.

I shouldn’t know that.

But I do.

I feel his effort pulsate from him into me. Like telepathy. Like wishful thinking.

“Take you? Fuck you, knot in you? Kiss you?” His breath paints my lips in a warmth I want to curl into. “Not happening, Lizette. Not here, not with us, but you do prove one thing. You’re in heat now, and you can’t be out there alone. You’ll be eaten alive.”

“But—”

“I’ll send in Darcy with something to knock you out. And a fresh hot water bottle. You’re going to lose your appetite, and probably not want to drink. I’m not up on the ins and outs. I don’t have nor have I ever had an omega, but clearly, I know more than you. Elias didn’t teach you better?”

“My dad got me blockers. And I just…”

“Started. Your second one? Third? Fourth?” He meets my gaze, and I try to move into him but I’m pinned and my hips connect with his.

He grinds into me and sparks ignite inside me. I shudder from the sweep of euphoria. I want him inside me. I want Knight. I want the other one. I want them all.

I should be shocked, a part of my brain whispers. But I’m not. The thoughts fall through me. So many random and hot thoughts. Naked. Sweat. Cocks. Men in me. I’m drowning because this one is denying me what I want.

Oh, God, why?—

“You’re experiencing it unaided. So, we’re going to aid you. Not with a knot though, so don’t even go there. And when you’re through this?—”

“You’ll send me home.”

“We’ll continue the conversation,” he says. “We need to get that damn mark removed.”

My head spins trying to keep up with him. I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck.

“Then home,” I say, almost delirious. “No sex. At least, not between us.”

His eyes narrow, and he steps back, letting me go. My legs give way and I slide down the wall.

“You’ll stay here until you’re through it, and then we’ll talk. Basically, you’re here until I say differently.”

“Please…”

“Oh, one more thing. Touch me again, and I’ll make sure you’ll fucking regret it.”

With that, he walks out, the door locking behind him.

Chapter

Twelve

Knight

Itwirl in my chair and put my feet down so I stop, facing the demon himself, Dante.

I look at his grim, brooding face. Does he kill with his bare hands? He’s given orders, sure. Gotten himself in the thick of it and shot a few pricks who deserved it. But bare hands? As in straight up murder? A murderer of male beauty?

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