Page 174 of Fallen Omega

She buries her face in my chest and breathes in as I do the same thing. We’re taking each other’s scents deep, like it grounds and strengthens our bond.

I hold her for a long time as she centers herself and then she lifts her head, kissing me again, before suddenly stopping and I smell why.

Fucking Dante.

“He’s a prick,” I say, “and I know you were with him, but I really don’t care.” I amend myself, “Actually, I do care, but only because he can’t get out of his way around you.”

“I…I know you don’t. I do, and…” She swallows. “He hurt me.”

Rage sweeps me, hot and wild.

“Knight, no. It wasn’t deliberate,” Liz says, reading me perfectly. “He… The raid happened and…”

“Oh. Shit.”

He knotted and pulled out before he was down. She doesn’t have to say it. I hear it in her voice. I remember an old girlfriend of mine, who wasn’t an omega. She sounded like that. A sort of not-your-fault but bewildered and hurting sound.

That time, I felt bad. I mean, I did it. I didn’t know what I was then, but…yeah. This time, even though it wasn’t me, I hurt for her.

“Hold on.”

I pull the sofa out, turning it into a bed, and search the built-in cupboard, taking out a big, fluffy blanket and pillows and throwing them on the bed. Then I kick off my shoes. She looks at me, then bends, wincing, and takes off hers.

“Dress and panties, too.”

“But—”

“We have everything we need and no one’s getting in. We’re alone. And don’t worry. I’m not going to have my way with you. Trust me.”

She gives me a doubtful look, but she does as I ask, and we slide under the covers. I’m dressed, she’s naked, and I pull her in against me. I put one hand on her burning stomach, the other cupping her between her legs and she spoons into me.

My touch seems to soothe her, and she goes weak.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

“I’m glad, Liz.”

She rubs her cheek against me, no idea how difficult this is, how much I want to feel her up, take it further. But she needs to heal, and this is the only way I know how.

And then she says, voice sleep heavy, “I’m in love with you, too.”

It makes everything better.

I must have passed out at some point, because I awake to sweet kisses and her on top of me. I want nothing more than to slide into her, but we need to get upstairs. “Liz, don’t be a minx.”

“I’m not. I just woke up with you everywhere. Funny, that he warned me off all of you.”

I go still. “Did I miss something?”

“No, I was just thinking of that guy who warned me the night I met you. The one who was also at the restaurant. He moves like Reaper.”

I go utterly still. “Is he blonde?”

She frowns and nods. “Yes.”

“And he moves like…like a ghost?”

“Yes, like Reaper.”

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