Page 104 of Fallen Omega

“Yeah, all the better to fuck you with, to really teach you a lesson, Liz.”

She rises on her toes and looks up at me. She’s almost tall enough to kiss me, so I lower my head and take her mouth in a kiss that makes my cock jerk and my toes curl.

I grab her by the waist as she kisses me back with wild abandon, her tongue playing and teasing mine. And I set her on the boxes, stepping between her thighs.

“Lesson number one…you always, always come for Daddy.”

She’s in one of her dresses, thank fuck. Clearly, she changed and showered after I left, and she came back to continue working. I like her in dresses.

I flip the skirt and her scent is thick in the air. The gardenias are dipped in sex, and I want to inhale them so they fill my every cell.

Instead, I slide my fingers in her panties. My cock is aching now, in need of her. And she’s hot, wet, and touching her is like heaven itself. I push two fingers into her and thumb her clit, determined to make her come as I dip back down to her mouth. And after she comes, I’m burying myself in?—

The door bangs open.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dante snarls.

Right then, she screams as she comes on my fingers.

Fuck.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Lizette

“I’m not in trouble?”

Humiliation still coats me, head to foot. I can’t believe I came in front of Dante.

I can’t believe I got off yet again by calling KnightDaddy. Oh, I more than get the illicit thing, and how it makes me feel both dirty and his to control. Submissive.

He doesn’t even look like a guy who gets off on taking control. But he is. In his way.

That soft edged thing over steel. I like that side, the one that makes me want to sigh and just be.

Just like I like the indulgent Daddy. I want to give over to the regular Knight, too. But it’s sexual, colored by lace and silk. And it makes me both fuzzy, painfully hot, and on the edge of too much, as well as just melting inside with lust.

I’m also betting he’s a “take all the control man” out in the real world, too.

My cheeks flame hot, and I shift on my seat. I just… I wish the devil hadn’t caught me. I wish the dark thrilling knell of his words weren’t ringing through my head.

How can I lust after three people?

Even if theyarethe pack alphas. Or?—

“Stop thinking about getting your girl rocks off, Angel,” Dante says as he motions for me to sit. “That goes for the rest of you.”

There’s the nickname again—Angel. I haven’t confronted him about it or asked him to stop calling me that, but even I can see the dichotomy of the name he’s given me and his own.

Reaper slides in through the door to Dante’s office, silent, and to those less observant, a creature carved of ice and emotional flatness. But I can see it. The flicker of curiosity. It’s like sparks lingering against my skin, a tiny uptick in heat.

I press fingers into my hot cheeks.

“Stop thinking that shit, Angel,” Dante murmurs low and my breath hitches. “We can all feel it from you.”

Horror and embarrassment streaks through me. I know the mark is affecting us in some way, but they can sense my desire for them through it, too?

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