Page 188 of Fallen Omega

I scream, clinging to him. I’ve never been so full in my life, so perfectly violated and all I need to complete this is Knight. In my mouth.

I come. I can’t help it. I come and come, my body going haywire, bouncing on its own on them, squeezing them.

They start to move.

Dante rises so they can use me as their fuck toy, slamming me up and down on them in hard, violent strokes that set me off all over again. My brain’s melted, utter goo and I’m just a vessel for pleasure, theirs and mine.

Suddenly, I’m swept with another wild orgasm and as I fly, they do too, and we all come together.

Reaper isn’t done when they pull out and Dante sits.

He puts me on the bed and spreads my legs, eating me out, pushing me to another orgasm. I try to push him away. I’m done. I’m too sensitive, but he’s relentless and it turns from me writhing to get free to me pushing into him.

And someone, somewhere, is talking.

Dante.

“That’s it, Angel, let him make you fly, you pretty whore. Let him show you what you are. Perfect, filthy,mine to give. His to take. We’ll get others in. Knight. Roomfuls of men, all of who can fuck you senseless, help us ruin that perfect fucking pussy. And then I’ll kill every last motherfucker, let the room run red with their blood and the three of us? We’ll fuck you in it, anoint you…”

I come, shaking, my body undulating and wild with the soaring pleasure.

When we’re done, I’m gone.

I don’t know anything. Where I am, who I am.

I’m just a mass of satiated desire, shot full of electricity, and left twitching. Boneless.

Someone dresses me, soothes me and then I’m carried out, through darkness pulsating with light and sound and smells, and then there’s the bump and hum of the car and two sets of gentle hands on me.

When I come to my senses, I’m in Dante’s space. He’s got me wrapped in a blanket, feeding me water.

“You’re back, Angel. Too much?”

The wig’s gone, I note as I touch my head. And I’m in a big shirt. I look around, but it’s just me and Dante and…Knight?

“Where’s…Reaper?” My voice is thick, my tongue too big, and I’m sore and still needing.

They’re a drug.

“He had to chase some shit down for us. Go with Knight,” Dante says. “I don’t need you here.”

His words slap me, and I try to snap back, but by the time I sit up, he’s gone.

I stare at Knight, who scoops me up, kissing me. “He’s an ass.”

I cling to him, needing his sweet, soft solace—the velvet-lined domination.

He takes me to my room, and when he puts me down on my bed, I’m still weak, still fevered, and it takes me a moment to know why.

“Knight?”

“Yeah?”

“I-Is Griffin your name? Your real name?”

He sits next to me on the bed and cups my cheek. “Yeah. But I’m more Knight now. I was going to tell you. It’s not really a secret, I just don’t use it. You can call me whatever you like.” He pauses. “If you stay.”

“You mean if he doesn’t kick me out?”

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