Page 189 of Fallen Omega

He comes in close, arms either side of me. “No, Liz, I mean you. Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been planning to run for a while. But the world can be us, for you.”

“How did you know?”

“I’ve been you, Liz.” He brushes his lips with mine. “Go to sleep.”

“No. I’m not…I’m restless, I’m not fulfilled.”

Knight goes still. “You’re not?”

“I had them, but I belong to you all. And tonight…I want to belong to all three. If you’ll have me.”

He grins. “Daddy says you bet your sweet little ass.”

Knight strips off and dives under the covers, so un-Daddy like it makes me giggle. He’s not being the Dom he is. He’s just being him and when he pushes into me, my legs up on his shoulders, he kisses me.

“Oh, fuck, Baby Doll, you’re fucking perfect.” He starts to thrust, and he kisses me, hard, and soon, I’m lost in him, in the magic he weaves, and I never, ever want to leave.

Ever.

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

Dante

The giggling haunts me. And I want to fucking smash shit to pieces.

It doesn’t matter that I had her in the most carnal, wild and dirty way with Reaper. It doesn’t matter that she’d have stayed with me and let me share her with Knight.

I kicked them out and then I had to hear the fucking giggling. The fucking love talk.

Kill me now.

I head upstairs, where Julien’s on day duty, keeping an eye on things and at the ready in case of trouble. Reaper’s out getting dirt and Knight’s meant to be doing the same. Once he finishes his fuck fest with our Lizette.

“Thoughts?” I ask.

Julien spares me a glance as he sits with a computer that has the monitor feeds. He’s also at the door in case any shit comes barreling through with any shipments. We’ve got people on the back door, too. But Julien—along with Darcy—as my most trusted outside the inner circle, is watching those watchdogs.

“I don’t fucking like it, boss.”

“Me either.”

There’s something wrong. Reaper’s spot on about it, but it’s like the focus is skewed and I’m not sure how to translate that into action.

The players he’s lined up are important. I just don’t know who it is we need to bring down.

The Council. That fuck who tried to rape Angel—which just might be personal on my behalf. Ghost.

“When Ghost tried to betray us, take us down and strip us for parts so he could walk away the rich victor, what odds did you have of him setting foot in this fucking city again?”

Julien frowns, runs his fingers through his beard as he rests a book on the table he’s at. “After what we did to him? Zero, or under that.”

“My thoughts, too. And the Council? Something isn’t right.”

I need to draw Ghost out. Or, if Reaper succeeds in finding him, ambush him. That’s assuming Reaper’s after him right now. He’s got other agendas, other feathers to chase.

He’s obsessed with the Council and Liz’s father. And I trust his instincts. He goes deep into simplicity. Over-convoluted is my game.

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