Page 20 of Fallen Omega

She looks at me and suddenly the bar goes airless. Her gaze wraps around my cock and pulls. It licks against my skin. Whispers in gardenia-scented words.

And I’m hit with the vision of me pushing back the silk of her long dark hair, exposing her throat, and sinking my teeth in, right at her jugular, as I fuck her so hard I knot.

I want to control her, have her under my command, have her give me a blowjob. And fuck me, I want to explore every inch of her as she does every single thing I want, hold every pose, each position.

I want to edge her, fuck her ass. I want to own her in such a way that she can’t see straight, that her body answers just to me. I want to bring her beyond regular edging and keep her there, consistently about to come and denying her that pleasure.

Not until I decide to push.

“Dante.”

Oh. Fuck. I blink, turn away from her and shift further into the side of the bar, where the darkness pools deep. It leads down to our private sanctum, to the workings of our operations.

“What’s that aroma, man?” Knight glances around and it doesn’t take him long to zero in on her.

For the first time since the three of us formed the Unholy Trinity, I want to snap another alpha’s neck for thinking the same thoughts I’m thinking. That Iknowhe’s thinking.

“Oh, shit,” he says. “It’s not even my birthday.”

I narrow my eyes, and deliberately say his real name. His eyes narrow, too. He hates it when I use his name. “She’s not for us. Reaper has the details on her, but our favorite Council cops shook her down the other night, and?—”

“Oh, I see now why you were late to the meetup. Holy fuck. Sorry, not sorry, but shit. Look at her.”

“Knight. You’re not fifteen.”

He sighs, rubs his eyes, and the playfulness subsides. It’s his schtick. “I’m working on this idea for here, or another club, and—” He stops, the sharpness of his gaze hits me. “You’ve got that meeting. The info on the guy’s on your tablet. Read it first, but he’s good to go. I highlighted the parts where, if needs be, we can twist him for more of a safety net.” He pivots. “You want me to get her history?”

I almost say yes. If anyone can, it’s Knight. He’s got the rich, college kid look down. And though he’s, what? Early thirties? He looks late twenties or younger, at a glance.

He’s a chameleon wrapped in the fuzzy disguise of seeming harmlessness.

Knight’s anything but harmless.

He’s a true alpha, and he’s loyal. Better yet, he’s not just our tech guy, it’s like he’s got a magic touch with it. Me? I can use a tablet, phone, computer. Him? He could take down the government. Give him enough time? Maybe even the Council.

“Keep an eye on her.” I look at him. “At a distance.”

He puts his tablet on the bar. “I can work and watch, Dante.”

“Watch. Operative word.”

He salutes and his impulsive ways need to be dampened here.

I lean in. “She’s a fucking omega. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you. We don’t need to be tied down. Beyond that, I don’t know if she’s trustworthy, so eyes only.”

Thing is, it’s not just his eyes on her. Men of all kinds have their gazes drawn her way, and my head starts going places.Dirty, filthy places. If there is a way to bottle up her magic and pour it out on the club, we’d have a goldmine…

“No one else touches her,” I amend. “And I mean eyes only with you.”

“Heard you the first time, man.”

“I’m going to go and prep for the meeting.” With that, I head down.

I have time. I could stay, but she’s like a glitch, a hook in my brain.

And the things I want to do with her? They keep fucking expanding, getting wilder, hotter. It pisses me off. It fills my head. Worse, it kicks my denial kink into gear.

I want to have her in front of me, her on display, me edging her and not giving in for either of us, stretching the moment out until it’s almost too much. And then slamming into her.

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