Page 162 of Fallen Omega

I’m about to say something when she picks something else. It’s sexy, guitar and string heavy, and she adjusts the volume and then starts to sing.

The song is fucking hot. About sex, rejection, denial, lust, and love out of reach. A woman crying, losing her mind, getting revenge.

I pick all that up in the first verse.

Lizette jumps off the stage and the power of her voice, her presence, floors me. She’s full of angst and madness,heat and sex. The sound she produces wells from every part of her, it’s velvet in sound, and dynamite in strength.

As Angel sings, she sashays up to me, crooning of things she hasn’t experienced but she makes me believe she has. And then she pushes me back, straddles me and gives me a low, undulating lap dance that almost has me coming in my fucking trousers.

Her ass brushes my thighs, and she dips in, breasts whispering against me as the damp heat of her cunt rubs over my cock.

And I’m fucking powerless.

If she fucking does this to anyone else, I’ll rip their heart and entrails out.

And I want her to do this to me over and over again.

The music ends and she’s still on me. The air vibrates, she vibrates, and all I can smell is her rich gardenia scent, intertwined with mine, making it even more compelling.

She runs her hand over my beard and it snaps me out of it. I snatch her wrist. Our eyes meet. Fire cascades and her pulse’s beat is mine.

Then I move, hauling her up and we stumble over table and chairs, knocking them aside, and I drag her to the area near the bar, dark, private, leading to the locked office.

It’s a silence so full of noise and awareness that drowns us as I push her against the wall.

“And here we fucking are again,” I say, gripping her throat, squeezing so she struggles. “You’re all full of dangerous ideas.”

She smacks at me, and I hold her a little longer until I see it, something that changes from panic to lust, and then I let her go.

Lizette starts to melt forward, but I shake my head, stepping back. “You fucking touched without permission.”

“I—”

“If you want to touch, you ask. If you want to come, you ask.” I tilt my head, observing all the changes, the wild beat toher pulse in her throat, the way the mark flares darker, how her tits rise and fall, and her thighs press together.

She’s wet. Soaked from how she felt as she rubbed on my cock. And the thought makes my dick jerk and leak a little precum. Fuck me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.

That’s a lie.

Outside ofAngel, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. She’s a fucking one-stop fun ride of erotic intent.

We don’t make it to even the office door.

“Now I think of it, I need to punish you. Chain you up, get out my whips.”

I don’t keep them here. They’re at one of the places we use for sex, and at our pack building. The women I bring there are ones I tend to fuck on a regular basis. I don’t fuck in this place.

Until her.

What is it about this pretty piece of omega?

She’s got powers.

She’s dangerous.

And I fucking want her.

I trace a line between her tits and down under her skirt to touch the cotton panties. I like her in them. There’s something perverse about her wearing something so plain, sofuck youabout them. I think I’ll buy her more. Just plain Jane panties that border on ugly. They’ll make peeling them off her hotter than hell.

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