Page 207 of Fallen Omega

She won’t think we’d do this, claim Liz, have Angel claim us right back.

And we don’t have time for sex, but we can all get her off and we can get off over that.

Throes of passion doesn’t mean penetration.

And there’s so fucking much to get passionate about with Angel.

Lizette is fucking gorgeous, and she looks better nakedwith us around her. It’s hot. She’s free use to us, ours to have. They love her, and me—it doesn’t fucking matter what I feel. I don’t do emotion.

Like with the kisses, Knight moves in first.

She responds to him before he touches her. Anticipation is thick around us.

This is erotic and hot, and I watch as Knight takes her, sliding his hand between her thighs, fingering her in a way that makes her writhe and shake and come in seconds flat. To me, he misses the opportunities to make her hotter, make her beg. And I carefully avoid telling him, because this is what she wants and craves.

She’s three different omegas. Each with specific appetites, and we fit her bill, and she ours.

I’ve never met an omega like her.

She’s moaning, her thighs wet, his fingers glistening as they slide in and out of her. She’s all over him, rubbing, and I’m feeling a little weird inside, like there’s a hot hook in my heart.

Oh, fuck, am I jealous of fucking Knight’s fingers? He’s getting what I crave, and though I’m getting some eventually, I’m fucking greedy.

She starts to come and he rubs her clit, his fingers hooked as they come almost all the way out before pistoning back in. He skillfully spins out her orgasm and sinks his teeth into her, telling her his real name. “Griffin.”

But then I get the sight I need.

“Lizette. Angel.” She whispers as she bites Knight. He jerks, like he’s fucking coming in his pants.

The moment they’re done, Reaper growls, the full predator baring his teeth. He drags her into him, slamming his fingers into her, dragging her head back by her hair and kissing her with the kind of elemental and dirty passion that’s at his core. She starts to come immediately and he rides her through it, bouncing her right into the next.

Then he bites down, growling out his name, “Sebastian.”

She howls and bites down on him so hard blood runs, and I know exactly where he’s getting his next tattoo. “Angel. Lizette.”

I glance at her once they’re done and grab her, hauling her to me. “You think you can just fucking come?”

“Yes.” Her eyes glitter, the need in her completely unbound.

“Wrong fucking answer.” And I finger fuck her hard, spearing her perfect pussy and her ass, and she pushes back on me, convulsing and coming.

I lick her throat, finding the right spot to bite. She’s hot. Furnace hot, and perfectly tight, little ripples working against my fingers. I know exactly how I feel in this moment. I know how I’ll always feel when it comes to her, and it infuriates me.

I don’t want it.

I want her even more because of it.

How dare she rip me down into shreds of naked emotion?

How fucking dare she make me so damn vulnerable I’d worship at her altar?

“Darian.” I stare at her. “You fucking say my name as I brand you.”

I sink my teeth into that perfect spot, biting deep, drawing blood as she cries out, “Darian!”

I release her as I whisper, “Come as you bite me, Lizette. Angel. Come.”

She bites me and it’s utter euphoria. She shudders, crushing my fingers with her contractions and her heat seeps in, branding me as I brand her, and the pain and pleasure are beautiful fucking things. I can feel her breathe in my veins, feel her blood move through my bones. She’s mine. And I’m hers and I fucking come.

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