Page 78 of Fallen Omega

My breath rushes out, and I push up in the dark shadow of the fence and take a step, but an arm clamps around me, hauling me against him.

“Good chase. Did you know you smell of gardenias? A garden of Eden.”

His voice is dark like him, calm, and I sink into his front. He’s hard.

A thrill flares bright inside. Hard, big. For me. Because there’s nothing like a virgin thinking she’s queen of sex. I rub against him and he growls low, pushing me away and then turning me.

“I’m not going to fuck you, little omega. Because I like rough, elemental sex. You’re a fucking sweet virgin and I’m not interested.”

“What are you going to do?” And I reach up, trace the line of the scar that ends at the corner of his lip.

Reaper takes my face in his hands and leans in close. He walks me backwards into the darkness of the wall.

My ass hits bricks and his lips hit mine.

The kiss is pure heat and explosives. It’s a taking, a claiming. He tastes like cigarettes and rum, almost like hesmells. But there’s more. He tastes of fire and sex and something so dark it steals a part of my soul.

This is my second real kiss. Second person, I mean. I don’t count Jake. Just Knight.

And they couldn’t be more different.

Reaper kisses like he moves through life. No compromises, just the dark and the sweet and the smoke. His tongue slides against mine and he sucks mine into his mouth.

My knees give way, and I clutch him as he deepens the kiss in a way I can’t fully explain or understand. It’s a demand without pressure. Without words.

And I want more. I want to explore his body, touch all those strong, hard muscles. Trace the tattoos. All the scars I know that live on him, all of them with a story I need to hear.

I want to move lower, explore my first cock, touch and stroke and taste.

I justwant.

He releases my tongue and makes mine dance and duel with his. Air is a commodity I can do without. Then he bites my lip so hard, I taste copper, and I moan, digging my nails into him as I quiver from that bite alone. It goes straight to my pussy, lights up my clit, and I’m on fire in a different realm where pleasure is tied to blood and pain and foreplay promises better things.

The tiny sting fades as he pulls back, hands still on my face, holding me up that way. My blood is on his mouth, smeared a little, and then he licks it up.

That should have been disgusting, shocking. It’s not. It’s filthy, thrilling and wild.

Elemental.

“Hands and knees.”

He releases me, and I almost fall to the soft grass. Before I can scramble up or even to my feet to ask what he’s doing, one of my shoes goes sailing and then he pulls down my stretch pants and underwear.

“What? I’m not?—”

“I’m not fucking you. But I’m having you. Payment for your life, for releasing you.”

His eyes are savage fire as he speaks.

I almost choke on the air. “My— No one’s seen me like this. You can’t?—”

“I am. I’m collecting.”

“That kiss. My blood.” In the deep throb of my being, I recognize this is a different sort of foreplay. “You licked it up.”

“You’re delicious. The kiss doesn’t count.”

He comes down on me, fingers stroking me between the thighs making me hum high. My body singing. And he kisses me again.

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