Page 187 of Fallen Omega

“He’s got some kind of skin in the game.” Reaper pauses. “He’s been paying some, threatening pack members, and with the betas, their families.”

“He’s got backing.” Dante considers Reaper. “And he’s been here?”

“Often.”

“Anything?” Dante asks.

Reaper doesn’t say anything, but I feel the cogs in him turn. Finally he says, “Talk. Nothing more.”

“You know, Reap, I get it,” says Dante. “Tonight was about making noise and seeing what comes of it over the next few days. And killing that wannabe rapist is still a goal, I think. And Angel? Singing was a good idea. You control men with that voice.”

A smile brushes Dante’s mouth as he motions me to him, then like a god, he gestures for me to kneel. I know, in the back of my mind, I don’t have to, but I do it anyway, sitting between his thighs.

“Sing again,” he tells me.

“I don’t want to.”

“Too fucking bad. Turn on that magic for us. A private show.”

Reaper takes us in and moves closer.

I don’t know where it comes from but the song flows, sex and lust and need and love. That’s in there, too, hidden deep beneath the seeming purity of the words. As I sing, Dante takes my hands, puts one on Reaper’s cock, the other on his. I let their dicks fill my hands, the cloth nothing, their flesh so vital and warm, getting bigger and harder with each note.

When I’m done, Dante guides me in and kisses me. Reaper sinks to his knees. He peels off my hand and kisses it, and thenhe pulls me from Dante and his mouth claims mine in a wordless song as full as mine was.

When he’s done, he hands me to Dante, who watches me. He doesn’t speak.

He doesn’t have to.

I know exactly what he wants.

I know.

It’s like I’m mesmerized. He doesn’t need to say a thing to me. But I make him wait a few beats, humming a little to stop myself devouring both of them, and finally I can’t help it. Reaper stands back. Watching.

I rub my hand on Dante’s hard on, over his underwear, and I kiss along his hard length, trapped in the material.

It’s dirty. Erotic. Perfect.

I lean into Dante, pushing my top down, liking the pleased male light in his eyes, and then I unzip him, sucking his cock into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” He hisses. I’m peering up, and he glances at Reaper. “How many people did you fucking kill?”

“None. Money, not violence. Ghost, spies, the Council, they’ll all know we were here with a mystery guest, one we use to pull in punters. We’ll hear something soon.” He pauses. “But fuck that. This is way more interesting. Go on, Liz. You look amazing like that. A new pagan goddess. Both of hell and heaven.”

“Fuck, you’re talkative when you’re horny, Reap.” Dante groans as I go deep on him, needing the taste of him in the back of my throat, and though the wig’s hot, I can feel the stroke of Reaper’s fingers, and I pull off Dante with a pop and take out Reaper’s tattooed cock.

Dante takes advantage, turning me so I’m in his lap, legs spread, and he dips into me, and he paints my ass with my slick juices.

I suck Reaper down so he’s in the back of my throat, mouth stretched about him as Dante eases inside me. Hestarts fucking me, the pull and push something I know now, and I bounce down on him, trying to get him deeper as I urge Reaper to fuck my face.

“Oh, fuck, is she tight. Get in there, Reap, take her cunt.” He pulls me off Reaper, and draws me back on him, holding me, my legs wide and back, his mouth at my ear. “We’re going to fuck you up the way you like. You’re a dirty, filthy girl, Angel. My kind of cunt. Perfect, pretty, willing.”

I’m shaking, back up to the explosion point, all nerve ends wild and insane and ready to soak themselves in pleasure.

Reaper’s still, his cock huge, erect, heavy, his gaze intent on me. My face, tits and then pussy.

Finally, he strokes his fingers through my wetness, lines up, and pushes in.

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